A/N: So this is my first ever fanfiction so I'm sortof new to this. Critism is always welcome. Here it goes...
I stare at the letter in my hands. I don't see how this is possible. Everything I know is a lie. Everything.
I look down at my chest, the silver "P" seems to laugh at me the moonlight reflects off of the necklace. How can I go on like this? Knowing that I am not who I am. I don't know what to do what would Sirius…
Sirius. I think with a sense of dread. How would he react? Would he still love me? Will he turn away? Will he blame me for not being his best mate's son? And if he doesn't want me, then what will I do? He was my last hope, my only hope at family, the only one who said he wanted me.
I close my eyes and focus. I will not cry. I cannot cry. Crying is for weaklings. I need to stay strong. Stay strong for… for whom? Why do I need to do this anymore? Why do I have to suffer so much? And why me? Why is it always me? Me. The one whose mother was murdered when I was just a baby. Me. The one who's only remaining relatives enjoy beating the life out of me. Me. The one who's godfather is a wanted criminal. Me. The one whose father doesn't even know I'm his. Me. The one whose father is Severus Snape.