Okay this is like the first fan fiction piece I have ever written about a evil character but hey she might not be that bad in the end.
I do not own Harry Potter but maybe someday I could own Ron.
In ashes he fell, in ashes I rose.
Everyone has a secret either minor or life changing. Mine however changed my entire life starting at the age of ten. My secret is something that if leaked out I would either be helped or killed most likely killed in my case. For no one would help me, Pansy Parkinson, for I am the reason everyone in Hogwarts (except the slytherins) hate me, but we all know that slytherins would rather kill me if this secret let out. So that's why telling anyone even my closest friend ( like I have one) is out of question.
Everyone in Hogwarts knows me as the rich, snobbish, spoiled, Parkinson brat. But that's not true. I was once free to speak my mind, free to have fun and be the child every kid needs to be. But I lost my childhood at a early age at the wonderful golden age of ten. My father died and I died with him. And from the ashes of my broken childhood rose a confused individual.
My Father was a great man compared to the filth my mother married. My father's name was Robert Granger and yes I am related to Hermione. But she doesn't know about it, Heck she and the rest of her family don't know about my father being her father's half brother. My Grandfather, her Grandfather as well. Walked out on her dad and her grandmother when her dad was only seven months old. So after a year of being a single man my grandfather married a half-blood witch named Sarah Pruitt. A thus had my dad, he had his mother's hair light red and his father's eyes dark green. So I'm Hermione's first half cousin and she doesn't even know that my real dad ever existed. No one does except me and my mother but she won't even talk about him anymore.
My mother and father went to Hogwarts together, they were both raven claws and loved each other, they started to date in their sixth year. My mom in earlier pictures was beautiful not like she is now but in earlier pictures she was a simple but elegant. My mother now has black hair to symbolize that she is now a Parkinson and so do I. I do miss my long red hair but one has to adapt when your stepfather is a controlling jerk.
Ruben Parkinson, or sir (that's what I have to call him) is nothing short of evil. He hates me with a burning passion. He would always call me his tainted princess when he was in a good mood. Oh he hated the fact that I was ¾ blood oh he hated it. I remember the first week my mom married Him. He made me cut off my hair and die it with a potion that would turn it black forever. A mark of a true Parkinson he would say. He also hated my dark green eyes but he said to me that at least it was a dark color and not like my mother's bright blue eyes. He also told me that blood traitors, muggleborns, and half bloods were nothing short of vile and disgusting. I hated him telling me that my father was stupid and tainted and how his filthy blood coursed through my veins. He didn't start hitting me till I turned eleven. But I managed and I got out alive barely on some occasions.
So here I am back after my sixth year of Hogwarts, back home to hell. But over the last week I have noticed a change in Sir. He looks at me differently not like I'm tainted but just different I can't tell but it scares me sometimes. I am use to the weird looks though ever since I went passed puberty he looks at me weird. I just hope it's all in my head.
Okay this is my first ever Pansy Parkinson fic. So please be kind and Review