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Prologue
Authors notes: Hello! i kno, it's extremely short. but the following chapters will (hopefully) be
longer. r&r please!!!!!
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out. I had to run, run far away. To somewhere, any-
where. I didn't care. As long as I was away from him. I was always in the way, for him and everyone
else. Even Harry. But Harry was long gone, dead for over a year now. No one knows exactly how he
died. He just did. But most suspect it was Voldemort. Like I said, no one knows for sure. No one,
except me that is. I know exactly who it was. Because that person was me.
I don't know why I did it. I didn't have much of a motive. I guess it was because he always
ignored me, and looked down on me. I was only a year younger. Then the war came. Everyone had
always thought Harry would be the one to save the wizarding world from imminent doom. But in truth,
some knew it wasn't going to be him. I knew. Because it was I who saved everyone. Because he was
dead. For once, I was in the spotlight. And I loved every minute of it. Maybe that's why I killed
him. He hated it. He didn't appreciate it, not like I did. He didn't know the glory of being
famous. He only saw the dark side of it. It's not like I had a private life to be revealed. Not
that anyone knew about anyway. But I guess I did. I had my deep, dark secrets hidden away in the
depths of my heart. But my worst secret was him. He was my master, and I his slave.And I liked it.
I loved it. I loved being controlled. Not having to think, just do. And his touch was pure bliss.
An approving look from him was like heaven.
But then he went too far. He wanted something that I wouldn't give him. I refused, and he
struck me. I don't like being hit. So I ran. And as I ran, my thoughts became clearer than they
had ever been. I finally saw that what he was doing was something I didn't want. So I kept on
running. And on the way I met Aiden Luther. Oh, Aiden waswonderful. I married him three months
later.We had our first child last February. Her name is Abigail Marie Luther. I killed Aiden last
night. Like I said, I don't like being hit. I'm leaving again, and this time I won't be alone.
Abby will come with me. We'll run together,and never look back. I suppose we'll go to Ron. I know
he'll take us in, at least for a little while. I hope. And maybe I can start over, and find a better
life for Abby and I. Maybe.
Prologue
Authors notes: Hello! i kno, it's extremely short. but the following chapters will (hopefully) be
longer. r&r please!!!!!
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out. I had to run, run far away. To somewhere, any-
where. I didn't care. As long as I was away from him. I was always in the way, for him and everyone
else. Even Harry. But Harry was long gone, dead for over a year now. No one knows exactly how he
died. He just did. But most suspect it was Voldemort. Like I said, no one knows for sure. No one,
except me that is. I know exactly who it was. Because that person was me.
I don't know why I did it. I didn't have much of a motive. I guess it was because he always
ignored me, and looked down on me. I was only a year younger. Then the war came. Everyone had
always thought Harry would be the one to save the wizarding world from imminent doom. But in truth,
some knew it wasn't going to be him. I knew. Because it was I who saved everyone. Because he was
dead. For once, I was in the spotlight. And I loved every minute of it. Maybe that's why I killed
him. He hated it. He didn't appreciate it, not like I did. He didn't know the glory of being
famous. He only saw the dark side of it. It's not like I had a private life to be revealed. Not
that anyone knew about anyway. But I guess I did. I had my deep, dark secrets hidden away in the
depths of my heart. But my worst secret was him. He was my master, and I his slave.And I liked it.
I loved it. I loved being controlled. Not having to think, just do. And his touch was pure bliss.
An approving look from him was like heaven.
But then he went too far. He wanted something that I wouldn't give him. I refused, and he
struck me. I don't like being hit. So I ran. And as I ran, my thoughts became clearer than they
had ever been. I finally saw that what he was doing was something I didn't want. So I kept on
running. And on the way I met Aiden Luther. Oh, Aiden waswonderful. I married him three months
later.We had our first child last February. Her name is Abigail Marie Luther. I killed Aiden last
night. Like I said, I don't like being hit. I'm leaving again, and this time I won't be alone.
Abby will come with me. We'll run together,and never look back. I suppose we'll go to Ron. I know
he'll take us in, at least for a little while. I hope. And maybe I can start over, and find a better
life for Abby and I. Maybe.