Chapter 2

Harry looks positively cute with his black hair and green eyes that are so similar to mine … not only are they green, they also hold secrets that are dark, just like mine. Oh, to know those secrets! To have him pour his heart out unto me, to trust me to tell me …

Oh, dear. I'm neglecting Ron. It isn't fair, especially since I made out with him in the broom closet, but Harry's far more … appealing. It's all those secrets in his eyes. They remind me of me.

Hermione's far too annoying. I think she suspects I'm a Mary Sue. It's not my fault I could answer all those questions in Arithmancy a lot faster than her. And in Transfiguration too. And Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, and … well, all the subjects really. It's not my fault.

Aha. I've got Harry up in a corner now. Oh, he wants me. I know he does. I start by nibbling his ear. Oh, he likes that, doesn't he? Ha. We have a very passionate make-out time in the empty classroom. Harry tells me everything. Oh, how he suffers. Just like me.

Damn. Why, why, why. They've found out I'm Voldemort's daughter. But I'm nothing like him. He's evil. I'm not. I'm the epitome of goodness. It's not my fault he raped an Elf and got her pregnant.

Oh, the hurt that was in Harry's eyes. I can't bear it.

The hatred there. I can't take it. I'm breaking down in front of him.

There, he's put that stray strand of my perfect auburn hair behind my oh-so-delicate ear. I tell him everything. Being brought up by the Elves. My parents dying and leaving me a fortune that I don't tell anyone but him about. Witnessing my parents murder. Yes, my father is Voldemort but I'm just full of plot holes. Going to Middle-Earth. Discovering the creature who murdered my parents is the Dark One. Legolas. Aragorn. Their sacrifice, to die to keep me alive. Becoming a Charmed One. Living with the fact that Voldemort is evil. Carrying a big dark secret that could save the world or condemn it.

Of course, Harry asks what it is. I can't tell him. He has only love in his eyes for me, now. We kiss. Ron watches and I can see the fire growing within him. He will turn Dark. Ah, such a pity. It was such a good friendship.

The burdens of being a Mary Sue …