Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. The plot is mine, though.

Summary: It is the basis of how you are going to be treated in this world, it's the lineage of where I was and where I'm going to be after. Blood is not only the source of life but also the cause of death – death of certain individuals. In my case, it is.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this is all jumbled up… I can't even understand what I wrote. As of now, it is 'Untitled', I really don't have any idea of what title to put. To all my readers, please visit my site Flourish and Blotts and don't forget to review…

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by katorse

Chapter One: Blood

Why do I need to pretend? Why do I need to act and feel stupid all the time? I know the pain shows but, do I really need to show them how strong I am and how I'd be able to survive this misery I'm in, though I know and she knows that I'm certainly not the person they see as me?

The wind is blowing freely again, just as it is every night I go outside to free my mind from thoughts of her – thoughts that keep haunting me deep within my soul.

I start to walk down the path I usually go to, whenever I have problems. Problems about family, school, companions, friends and even enemies, but most of all, blood.

Stupid blood.

You see, all of the other stuffs mentioned can be solved but the last one can't.

Blood.

In my own definition, blood is the red fluid circulating in my arteries and veins, the one giving my every organ its oxygen supply.

But with my family it's different.

For them, it is the basis of how you are going to be treated in this world, it's the lineage of where I was and where I'm going to be after. Blood, for them and only them, is not only the source of life but also the cause of death – death of certain individuals.

In my case, it is.

For years now, I still haven't found the right answers to my questions – questions of my childhood up to my adolescence. Most of which, are about this stupid blood I have.

Ha! Pureblood. Stupid Pureblood.

Is there such a thing as to how pure your blood is? Or how dirty it is? That's no big deal, that's still blood anyway, pure or not.

I, along with my family, may be called Purebloods but the thing is, how pure is that blood, anyway? Pure as oppose to defiled, foul, corrupt, sullied or wicked? Or to agree with all of it?

But as to what I know and feel, our family is not even close to being pure at all. Pure to what we think as innocent? Sincere? Guiltless?

Certainly not.

I've lived my life with all the money, pride and fame. That's what I've been brought up to – to be superior to everyone.

And that's what I did.

But that never satisfied me. Not even one bit. It never did touch me in any way. In any way I so want it to.

Money, lust, pride, fame… All of these are signs of greediness, selfishness and materialism of all the people…

Including myself.

And to realize that I even detest my parents for what they did to me makes me look and feel worse… even worse than my odious parents.