A/N: the inner monologue of Marietta Edgecombe. I feel bad for her, it seems like everyone hates her.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm borrowing.
It's been years since the Wizarding War. Almost everyone had moved on with their lives but she couldn't. She had made one mistake as a teenager and for that she was branded for life. Marietta Edgecombe was now forever known as the Sneak, the traitor, the one who gave the DA away. No one even bothered to hear her side of the story.
After the war, she didn't have much left. Her father had died when she was a child. Her mother became distant. Although she wouldn't admit it, Marietta knew her mother blamed her for the loss of her job at the Ministry. Her friend Cho Chang came to visit sometimes though never for very long and even her visits were getting shorter and less frequent. Sometimes, Marietta thought Cho only came because she pitied her, the girl who was destined to live her life alone.
Marietta had shifted to a small countryside in England where wizards were rarely seen. Her house was a small one but that was no problem for her. She hated mornings with a passion because it meant she would have to wake up and face the day. She had gotten rid of all the mirrors but the one in the bathroom. Another reason she hated the morning, she had to look at herself. She walked inside her bathroom next to her bedroom. She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at her reflection. The word SNEAK stared up at her written across her face with red, blotchy pimples. She wanted to look away but she didn't; she kept staring. It was something she made herself do every morning. She was pretty once, beautiful even. She had once loved the way she looked. She had loved herself once.
She hated her, that stupid bushy haired do-gooder Hermione Granger. She hated her for this curse. She hated her mother for pressuring her to confess to Umbridge. She hated those dumb "professionals" who couldn't cure a curse created by a fifteen-year-old witch. And most of all she hated her bloody self for falling for this. She hated herself the most.