I do not own a thing, other than the main character.
Let me start off by saying I never asked to be what i am. I mean, who would ask to be a freak, in both the worlds that she was born into? Definitely not me.
My name is Cora Lestrange. I am 15 years old, and for most of my life i thought Tom Riddle was my father. And in all honesty, a part of me wanted that to be true after I found out who my real father was. And when i say that, I don't mean because i idealize him or anything. I think he was a sick bastard who made me on my period look sane. I just don't like being a freak in both worlds, especially my worlds.
I have red hair. Yes, I have red hair. Apparently, my dad decided to dress up like a fisherman with red hair and green eyes. So, I look like him, but with wavy hair and a curvy figure (where I got curves from is unknown to me). I'm 5'5 and 125 pounds, with a English accent and a give them hell attitude. At Hogwarts, I have little to no friends. My teachers flinch whenever I approach there desk, and my mom basically told me since day one I was scum on the earth. I haven't exactly the best of life, as you can see.
My mom ruined my life just by being my mom. I'm an outcast in school,because everyone believes I'm evil and a Voldermort worshiper. Even though I made it very clear to everyone, including the hat that sorted me into my house (which is Gryffindor) that I didn't acknowledge Bellatrix as my mother, everyone still scooted over at the table to make it look like they had no room for me to sit. The first couple of weeks, it was almost unbearable. But considering I was ignored by my mother the same way, I got used to it.
The only person I've been close to my whole life was professor McGongall. My first day of my first year, she walked up to me and personally gave me a tour of the castle, and since then I've ate all my meals in her office with her.
I suppose I should tell you who my real father is. Well, his name is Zeus, and I've literally never met or talked to him. Yes, like the Zeus with the lighting bolts and the really bad anger management classes (I'll explain later). Now can you see how I have the worst of both worlds? I mean, my mom is the freak who destroyed the wizarding world, and my dad is the freak who tour the gods apart. I really won the lottery with my parents.
Anyways, how did I find out about my spectacular famous parents? Well, its one of those really weird times when your life just freezes and you don't know what to do so you kinda go along with everything.
The date was September 6th, 2026. I was at my Summer home in Ireland, A decent sized Victorian mansion off the beach when I heard a huge pounding on my front door. My mother has this thing about house elves being the only ones aloud to open doors, so naturally I opened the front door just to be nearly swallowed whole by this giant Football helmet wearing guy ( I later discovered it was just the mist covering my eyesight.) And thanks to my fast reflexes, I was able to slide out of the way before it could grab me. The thing decided that it was invited inside and that it could help itself to destroying the furniture, which upset me because it destroyed my comfy blue chair. We ended up fighting until I took a knife from mu robe and stabbed it in the throat ( to much blood for my liking, honestly) which turned out fine, because it dissolved into dust about two seconds after I stabbed it.
Okay, I wish thats how it happened. The truth is he barged into the room and my mother had to come and save me. But if anybody asks me how I found out, that's what i tell them. And then I got the same lecture I always get when opening the front door, only now I kinda agree with her. The front door can be very, very dangerous.
The worst part is i almost wish that the thing did kill me, because then i wouldn't have to deal with my life.
Anyway, this is my story after i was attacked. This is the story of how I lived, how I loved, and how I died.
This is the story of an impossible girl with an impossible life.
Enjoy, but not my pain.
Enjoy knowing that I've chosen to share my story with you.
Don't say i didn't worn you.