Have you ever loved and lost?
This is a drama filled fiction about living and falling in love at Hogwarts.
I fell for him the day we met I think, though I don't know for certain. He was gorgeous and he always made me feel so comfortable around him. Why didn't I tell him? I didn't want to cry and I wanted to love Draco.
I have loved and lost. I loved a man killed by Voldemort, just by mistake. He kills for fun he destroyed my hope, my dreams and my life. Now I know my love died for Harry, to let him escape and continue to defeat the dark side. I can understand why he died for Harry but I will never forgive Harry, never. I think Ginny understands, but she will never admit it, for fear of hurting me more. Now I am on Voldemorts hit list and I won't last for long, I know. I will take as many Death Eaters with me but I will do it from afar, somehow detached, not do it for survival but so I can hurt him in some way, for the hurt he caused me. Now I don't care if I die I am past that I feel as though I am immortal. I can stand the cruciatas curse not many can make that claim. I will explain to you in this account my life, from just before Hogwarts to now or, until my death.
(AN: Bit dramatic huh?)
I was a rich spoilt child when I was younger, I was beautiful and I knew it; I lived in the idyllic Muggle town of Brill. It was just North of Milton Keens, and all the rich and titled lived. I was tich and I had long silky black/brown hair and deep green eyes. I always plaited my hair and with my clear white complexion I was almost doll like. I had never known anything but the best, and I didn't associate with the poor until I had to first school. The reason I had to go to this school was that there were no boarding schools near where we lived and my mother couldn't bear to send me away. So I was sent to the village school. I had a tailored uniform and I was shocked when I saw a child with a tattered hand- me –down uniform. I suppose it was a wake up call from my world. The girl with the tattered uniform was Ruth, as she promptly told me. I ignored her, refused to talk to her apart from in one word sentences. I was the richest girl in the school and I wasn't going to forget. However mean I was to her, however, Ruth wasn't mean back. She seemed to let the words wash over her and never stopped smiling. I found that I had a respect for her; she wasn't like the people that had followed me round before. They were hoping for a nice present for me or a chance to go in my limo. She was different. Gradually over a few days I came to like her and I let her more and more into my world. She changed me, I became more aware of the people suffering in the world, and I realised that there was more to life than money. A few years later we moved to primary school, always together never separated. With my family I was more outgoing, less spoilt. For Christmas I asked for something from Oxfam unwrapped, something for the poor. I realise now that my parents hated the new me, now I was livelier and had formed my own opinions. I think they thought I was now going to run away and join Greenpeace. The thought however never crossed my mind.
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A few years later we had to sit our 11+ I wasn't worried, either I would pass or my parents would send me too a expensive private school far away. Just when I found out I had passed my 11+ with full grades, my letter came and Professor McGonagall came calling.
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So what do you think? Good/Bad review anyway please! Thanks very much to Ruth for the help and I promise it will lighten up a bit soon! And the chapters will get longer and have more detail, This is just so you could understand the story. I will describe her more next chapter, has anyone guessed the boy? Not Harry and not Ron. And the girl isn't Hermione!
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Iona
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