Author: AJaKe

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or "I know why the caged bird sings"

A/N: I normally do not add songs into my fics, but this one is so wonderful that I must add it. Enjoy.

The Amoura charm is a difficult charm to perform. It requires extreme concentration, and enormous will. If successful the charm will simulate an actual loving feeling to another, whether it be the caster or a random target. It is a modified imperious curse, as the subject is unable to think about any other member of the opposite sex for the duration of the charm. The subject can still think (only somewhat freely) and do normal daily activities, but is unable to have loving affections for any other person. This is why the charm is illegal in most countries including, Great Britain, the United States of.........

Must be perfect, must be perfect...

Too much riding on this test,

On this quiz,

On this assignment.

Hermione slowly put down her quill and rubbed her eyes, it was 2AM in the morning and she had been working since she got home from King's Cross that afternoon. She looked out her bay window and sighed deeply at the waning moon.

Why must I be this way? I want to be normal; I want to break rules. Mother and father have most unfortunately instilled in me a feeling that I must be the best. Anything less is unacceptable

Hermione closed the curtains of her bay window and went back to writing.

Good, better, best.

".... America, Australia, New Zealand, an all the member of the AMC (African Magical Council)..."

90 percents get you no where. You must excel, you must be perfect. A little china doll with no flaws and no personality. Must follow the rules. To deviate from them means your are imperfect.

One roll, two rolls, three rolls of parchment. Never stop, must study. Must be the best.

If you are the best they will love you. Failure only upsets them. Must not fail, must excel.

Hermione sighed a sigh of relief as she added the last sentence to her Charms assignment. She would have to give it to her mother so that she could look it over for stupid mistakes. There usually were a lot.

So stupid, I should've caught that.

She usually would go over it herself, hoping to catch most of the mistakes before her mother did, but she didn't care right now. It was late and she had to go to sleep.

I am a marionette, who is pulling my strings, who is making me move, dance, act? A trophy to be praised yet not know the love of a parent.

Almost forgot myself there. I must read, I must study, I must perform. To know all is to be the best. To achieve the most is to be great. To be wanted. To be loved.

Never falter, never fail, never complain, never dream. I am safe in this shell, no one teases, and no one rejects. Must be perfect. Mask all, never reveal....

Hermione--now changed--pulled back her covers and turned some light music on. Music took her mind off her own thoughts.

"I know why the caged bird sings,

only joy comes from sorrow

she's so rare and beautiful to others

Why don't I just set her free?

So she can fly, fly, fly

Spreading her wings and her song

Let her fly, fly, fly

The whole world to see "

Such a wonderful song, thought Hermione as she drifted off to Neverland, I wonder why they don't play it more often.