Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plot, everything else belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: Okay, so I wanted to try out a darker, more edgier fic. Dont hurt me if it comes out crappy, I just wanted to try something new.
P.S. This plot has been done many times before...so don't yell at me saying I took you're story.
I...have been keeping secrets all my life. It's what I do. Other people have Quidditch or books, but I have my secrets. And my lies. I didn't like lying but sometimes it had to be done. I lied to the people closest to me. My friends and my family. They didn't need to know what went on in my life. No one did.
I was always in the spotlight. I don't know why I was. I didn't think I should be. Maybe it was because I was nice or maybe because I had a lot of friends. Even though most of the people I hung around with could be anything but friends. Laughing and gossiping were their thing, not mine. I don't know why I hung around. We told each other things. Mostly the stuff they wanted to hear.Who I liked,who we wanted to die, who slept with who, y'know that sorta thing. Though, they never dug deeper. Never seemed to want to know anything more in each others lives.
So, I really don't know why I told him. Or why he listened. Or why he talked later on. I think at that point we both really needed someone to talk to and we were just there.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. We all need to know the beginning to know the end.
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