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A/N: May contain spoilers for the HP series.
Chptr 1: Puppet Show
The idea that my life is not my own, is nothing new to me. I've always known I was putty in the hands of another, be it my uncle or aunt or cousin. I served as a servant to my aunt and a punching bag for uncle while always performing as the scapegoat for my cousin.
I though I got my life back once I learned that I was a wizard, and was invited to Hogwarts. I dreamed of the ability to be my own person and become the author of my own story, this dream; however, was short lived. I found myself to be a hero in the eyes of the wizarding world. I was loved and hated, but know to all, I was in no way free.
Dumbledor became the man holding the strings, and I the puppet. He pulled and twisted and found myself unable to resist the call to dance.
But this has come to an end, I refuse to allow anyone else to hold the strings, I'm cutting myself lose and running for all I'm worth.