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Mudblood

Mudblood.

It is strange to think that just one word can change your entire life.

That is what happened to Hermione Granger.

When Draco Malfoy called her that, her world changed completely. She felt dirty, as if she had dust in her veins, instead of the red blood she had seen when she had cut herself with the knife while trying to cook.

From that moment on, Hermione felt ashamed.

Many students were muggleborns; she knew there was not reason to feel that way. But she did.

For just one moment, she wanted to rip her veins out, to show the world there was nothing wrong with her blood. It was red, just as Draco's.

"Look, Malfoy!" she wished to say "It is just like yours; why don't you understand?"

Hermione thought there was something wrong with her.

"Why do you keep calling me mudblood? What have I done? Am I really filth?"

She felt like it.

Time after time, she said to herself:

"Mudblood. You are a filthy mudblood."

She cried alone in her bedroom, late at night, when she thought nobody could see or hear her.

Her friends told her Malfoy was a rat, a coward…just a filthy little snake. Hermione wanted to believe that, but she felt ashamed.

She had never felt that way…and she hated it.

But everything changed when Bellatrix tortured her in the Malfoy mansion.

In that moment, Hermione knew she was special, a great witch.

And she felt proud of being a mudblood, very proud.

She promised to herself she'd never forget that.