Hope you like this. i have some new chapters for my other stories coming up. And i'll actually find the time, because my finals are looking like they will be done soon. In fact, at the end of this week. for anyone who got my email... i was thinking i couldpublish it as a harry potter story sort of. you know make it like the nerd was harry potter, in elemntary school.. and the jock's parents adopt him or something. tell me if you like the idea.


With the blood of my family,

Bled into my hands,

Smoke curling towards heavens,

Thick with stench of dead innocents,

To fly,

Far from here,

Where they cannot look upon me,

With dead eyes.

With my own eyes my sister,

I see.

Gazing back at me,

Is it not hurt reflected in her eyes?

But if I rebelled I would surely die,

So why does she look at me so?

Tell me and I will not fight,

My life worth less than my treason.

Yet now,

With my committed ill,

I burn with the guilt of my lies,

My choices were bare,

And now soaked in regret,

The blood of my family,

Dead by the hands of their own.

My soul flies,

But my mind and body fall,

She shall not forgive me,

Nil shall I for my sins,

But if only to be them,

My family…

I could have---

I had given up. I knew the moment that I gave into Voldemort's forces. The moment that I saw my twin sister's dead burning face in the fire pit of this war camp. I knew it was time. I needed to do something, something to bring the Dark King Voldemort from his throne. We needed someone. The one with the power the Dark Lord knows not…

And as I thought of it, I began to grow despair. Who would have the power to defeat him? I still had my parents, I didn't want to lose them too. And that, is when he fell from the sky, and landed right on top of me. Right into me. Only, as I later found out, he was me. He was Harry Potter.


REVIEW, or, you could leave a death threat, but if it isnt good, don't bother. I am fated to suffer it seems from a lack of interesting ways to die.