AN: Yo, fellow Harry Potter freaks! My name is Slytherisa, and I'll be your authoress this evening. Well, I've been reading HP fanfiction since July, and finally decided to give writing a go. I'm told that I have a talent for writing, but I don't believe it. I've always hated everything that ever passed through my printer. But, since this won't be printed, let's hope it'll be different, hmm?
PrologueI've had a hard life.
Things happen. Good things. Bad things. Everything. Everything happens for a reason, right? Reason has nothing to do with it when everything happens to you.
Everything happens to me.
Good things. My friends and the fun we have together. My best friend's family and the comfort and laughter they share with me. Being a wizard. My school and its wondrous mysteries, whose halls make up my true home. Even my rival and the danger of detention he always brings along with him. Being (almost) sixteen years old.
Bad things. My parents who died to save me. My relatives and their uncaring, unjust rearing of their only nephew. Having the entire wizarding world know more about myself than I. Being famous for being alive. Having a deranged Dark Lord out for your blood. Having a painful connection to said Dark Lord, the same Dark Lord that murdered my parents. Helping to bring the bastard back to power. Watching a fellow student die simply for being with me at the time. Watching my own godfather die at the hands of his cousin because he was trying to save my friends and me. Saving us from the deadly and unnecessary battle I had gotten us into because I was too stupid to know any better. Finding out barely an hour later that I am the only person on Earth that can defeat the Dark Lord, Voldemort, forever. Finding out this information from a prophecy given shortly before my birth. A prophecy that states I am to either be murdered or become a murderer. Being (almost) sixteen years old.
Yes, it is both a good and a bad thing to be (almost) sixteen. Good, because I never thought I'd live this long. Bad, because so many bad things have happened in so short a time.
Huh. It seems the Bad Things outnumber the Good. This may be true, but the Bad never outweighed the Good. Until now.
Sigh. In times before, my friends could always help me with my problems, or at least cheer me up when they couldn't. Until now. Now I don't even know if I want their company or not. And they cannot help me with this problem. I can't tell anyone about the prophecy that Voldemort fought so underhandedly to gain (and failed to do so, at least). Even the members of the Order of the Phoenix don't know what the prophecy says. Telling anyone about it would put him or her at too great a risk of being captured and tortured by Death Eaters (or worse) for information about it. I could never do that to my friends, or any of the Order members. I would die if I lost another loved one, and I have enough blood on my hands as it is.
I never quite realized how many people actually cared about me until that day at King's Cross. The Weasleys, Hermione, Tonks, Moody, and Lupin, thank goodness. He still came after I deprived him of his last best friend.
I still can't put into words how it felt to have all those people on my side, after all the years of being alone. I know I wasn't really alone, per se, but I was in a way. I had thought that Ron was on my side forever until I became the unwilling fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament, when he abandoned me in his jealousy. He came back, true, but the incident made me wary. I cared for a lot of people, but was unsure if they cared in return. That day on the platform, I finally knew that these were people that would stand by and protect me, no matter what. I want to be able to do the same for them. Even if that means resigning to my deadly fate.
I failed Sirius. I will not fail them. I will not fail the world that is more of a home to me than my original could ever be. I will fight. I will kill Voldemort somehow, even if he kills me as well. Even if I do live, my life will be destroyed. There is only so much one can take before one will break.
I will destroy my life so that they won't have to.
TBC
