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Valentine's
by Luinthoron
I hate Valentine's!
You ask why? Why should someone like me hate Valentine's Day? Why indeed?
I get many gifts, Valentine cards. That's not the problem. I'm popular, at least amongst my housemates. That isn't a problem either.
But look at me closer - I get Valentine's. Who gets a Valentine from me? Nobody. Because I don't have anybody to give or send one! Nobody!
I keep up the happy face. The proud sneer. The perfect Slytherin. But inside I'm crying. And even sadder is, nobody knows it, nobody can see it.
They all think I'm lucky. I have my friends and fans.
I don't have any friends!
And what are fans? Nothing. Fans admire you, but they're not your friends. You can't just talk to them. They don't comfort you when you're sad. They wouldn't even believe you're sad. They're stupid. They don't know how I really am. And if they knew, they'd leave me.
And friends. Once more, I don't have any. Crabbe and Goyle? I don't even use their first names. Are they my friends? No, not really. They're just stupid boulders, good for nothing else than keeping my enemies away from me. And I don't have any enemies. Even Potter's not my enemy. He's just a Gryffindor, and he just sees me as I let him to see me. He's not my enemy.
Of course I have my family. Family? For me it's just another word. I never had a real family. Father's always away, working for the Ministry, more often for the Dark Lord though. And only concerned about his (or our) image and money. And power. If he ever had any feelings, it must have been a really long time ago.
Mother... Her feelings aren't dead for that long. But father has her under his control. And she has learned to live without feeling anything. Not even her once so warm feelings for her only child, me, have survived. She's dead inside, only waiting for her time to finally leave this cruel dimension we call life.
And so I don't have even one person to care for. Nobody. The only difference between my mother and me is that I still know what I'm missing, I still feel the pain of loneliness. I try to survive this day without anyone noticing that there are no Valentines from me out there, not even friendly letters and good wishes for friends.
I hate Valentine's!