Call Me Evil
I am Harry Potter. I am a first year in Hogwarts. And I was just sorted into Slytherin.
Call me evil. I don't care. My parents were killed when I was two by a evil wizard. He was also in Slytherin. My belief is that you should fight fire with fire.
There's the boy I sat with on the bus. Ron Weasley. He's in Gryffindor. The boy doesn't understand. To be glorified, you go to Gryffindor. To get things done, you go to Slytherin.
Call me evil. I want to hurt and kill those who've hurt me. My aunt and uncle, Dudley and his friends, and most of all, Lord Voldemort. I've been tortured my whole life. I don't believe in being good.
Draco Malfoy is seated across the table. He seemed obnoxious before, but now I see that he was only trying to help change my perspective. He's still a pampered, spoiled brat, though. And I'm not hanging out with those who won't understand my suffering.
Call me evil. I want to grab the smug Gryffindors by the neck and explain to them what being brave really is. I'm a survivor. Their courage won't help them if they aren't survivors.
I see the head of Slytherin, Severus Snape, seated on the dais with the other teachers. He is not someone I want to befriend. He worked for Voldemort at one point. I will not associate with scum like him.
Call me evil. I want to set this whole happy room on fire. These people don't know what it's like to be in pain. To suffer at the hands of whoever wants to inflict pain. They are just carefree. And it infuriates me.
The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, is speaking to another teacher. He is powerful, and powerful allies are good to have. But he will not meet my eyes. He fears me as a Slytherin.
Call me evil. Dumbledore was right to fear. The anger that I feel inside is a maelstrom. It will manifest itself as soon as it can. I will not fight it- I need it to stay sane.
There is another first-year sitting at the Gryffindor table. I know his name- Neville Longbottom. His parents were tortured to insanity by Voldemort. He is a bully magnet. He could be me.
Will Gryffindor change him for the better? Will Slytherin change me for the better? Will we ever exact our revenge on Voldemort? It's up to us. We are the same person, but in different houses.
Then why does Dumbledore smile at him? Why is he different from me? The answer comes to me. While you call me evil, to you, Neville is good.
I am Harry Potter. I am a first year in Hogwarts. And I was just sorted into Slytherin.
Call me evil. I don't care. My parents were killed when I was two by a evil wizard. He was also in Slytherin. My belief is that you should fight fire with fire.
There's the boy I sat with on the bus. Ron Weasley. He's in Gryffindor. The boy doesn't understand. To be glorified, you go to Gryffindor. To get things done, you go to Slytherin.
Call me evil. I want to hurt and kill those who've hurt me. My aunt and uncle, Dudley and his friends, and most of all, Lord Voldemort. I've been tortured my whole life. I don't believe in being good.
Draco Malfoy is seated across the table. He seemed obnoxious before, but now I see that he was only trying to help change my perspective. He's still a pampered, spoiled brat, though. And I'm not hanging out with those who won't understand my suffering.
Call me evil. I want to grab the smug Gryffindors by the neck and explain to them what being brave really is. I'm a survivor. Their courage won't help them if they aren't survivors.
I see the head of Slytherin, Severus Snape, seated on the dais with the other teachers. He is not someone I want to befriend. He worked for Voldemort at one point. I will not associate with scum like him.
Call me evil. I want to set this whole happy room on fire. These people don't know what it's like to be in pain. To suffer at the hands of whoever wants to inflict pain. They are just carefree. And it infuriates me.
The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, is speaking to another teacher. He is powerful, and powerful allies are good to have. But he will not meet my eyes. He fears me as a Slytherin.
Call me evil. Dumbledore was right to fear. The anger that I feel inside is a maelstrom. It will manifest itself as soon as it can. I will not fight it- I need it to stay sane.
There is another first-year sitting at the Gryffindor table. I know his name- Neville Longbottom. His parents were tortured to insanity by Voldemort. He is a bully magnet. He could be me.
Will Gryffindor change him for the better? Will Slytherin change me for the better? Will we ever exact our revenge on Voldemort? It's up to us. We are the same person, but in different houses.
Then why does Dumbledore smile at him? Why is he different from me? The answer comes to me. While you call me evil, to you, Neville is good.