Author's Note: This is a 'little' angsty as are all my ficcys so if ya don't like, then deal, cause I don't care. Ha Ha Ha... Sorry, its like 10:30 pm on a sunday over here and I'm tired. Anyways, I have a sequel to this and I'll post it when I think people have gotten tired enough of waiting for me to post everything else. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! *cough cough* Whoops! I meant story... Heh heh...
Disclaimer: The goddess to whom we bow to owns everything here except the plot, I own that. So, no sending Fluffy after me, okay?
Heart Of Stone

They don't understand. They never will. With their shallow pathetic lives. They don't know pain. They don't know fear. They don't know shame. They don't know loneliness. All they know is a life filled with happiness, joy... love. Things I don't know about, that I'll never know. Their only worries are looking nice, getting good marks, and if the person they like, like them back. They don't know worry. I've been through things they can't even imagine. You know they say I'm 'cold-hearted'? That I don't have a heart? Do you know they hate me? I bet if you asked them what they thought of me, they'd say that I was evil, that I was horrid, that I was a stupid tormenting git?! Some of them think that I could be nice, but I choose to treat them like I do. Others think that I have a heart but I don't care to use it. But the majority just thinks I'm a heartless, snobbish arrogant git. How can they expect me to show things that I don't know, that I've never felt or recieved, that I've only heard about? They might understand if they knew more about my life My parents, they forced me to become a Deatheater. I didn't have a choice, no say in it all. I was one year old when they took me to Dark Lord, to recieve the Mark. Two years later, I recieved my first beating, because I'd forgotten to callmy father, SIR. I was only three, and I had barely begun to talk, because no one cared enough to teach me. So, I had to learn to my own. I learned very early on, that 'I' was the only one I could count on. I learned 'by myself' that I needed to defend myself in this horrible world I was forced into. I learned that if I don't, they'll bring me down, and crush me into oblivion. That's what 'I've' learned, to expect from this thing called life. That's why I have a heart of stone.