What was it about my great-grandfather that annoyed me so?
Let me see.
His loathing of the fame would be one thing.
His luck the second.
He had it all. Money, fame, girls falling over him. whatever everyone would want.
He defeated he shall not be bloody named. With merely a flick of the wrist they'd say.
He was the greatest wizard since the one he killed.
And he hated it.
And unfortunately he passed down a legacy.
One I will rectify.
In bitter righteousness.
I will be greater than him
I will be greater because I want to be better than him.
As good as they expect me to be.
And I will be more than they want.
I will be terror and coldness
They'll shiver in fear.
Far more than from the daisychain name Tom Marvolo Riddle used.
In the end they'll say
Hail Lady Melora
And I will stand tall
Not bowing because I knew all along I was better than all of them.
Superior to Harry Potter.
A few improvements bred into the family line, that he never had.
Hello, I'm the black sheep of the Potter's….
Taursa Nephthys Potter.
I'm going to do what he couldn't do
He never embraced greatness, for good or bad.
But I shall.
And they will wry the day I chose darkness.
All to spite their faith. In the family that glows in the glory of our ancestor.
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A/N: only just started writing, thinking of continuing but it all depends on you. If I get enough reviews I will otherwise it depends on my mood. Please review, let me know what you want.