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Chapter One: The Mask I Must Take
I sit there watching the rain pour down the window of my compartment. My cold lifeless eye's scanning the landscape. Inside I want to scream but I can't. My life is filled with horrors beyond imagine. I can't have friends; I already promised myself I wouldn't let anybody else see the pain and suffering that is my life.
I should start from the beginning of my life to at this moment in time. Hi my name is Lilliana Marie Evans but my friends just call me Lily for short. My birth name was Lilliana Catalin. My Father was one of the most evil dark wizards in the world. He went by the name of Grindelwald. He was obsessed with killing every muggle-born witch or wizard in this world. I will tell you more about him later. My mother was the ice-queen. She was the most powerful witch in the world until my father killed her. My Mother gave me her powers over ice one day I will take over the ice kingdom. Back to my father. He made me his heir I trained every day and every moment I cant remember him when I wasn't being trained. He taught more dark-arts then Voldemort. I personally can't stand using them. They make you draw from your feelings of hatred and pain. As punishment I would be hit with the 'Crucio' which caused so much pain. After years of this I became numb to even the most powerful Cruciatus curse. When I was eight I couldn't take the pain anymore and the only blood on my hands was his. Yes, I killed my own father. Yes, I am pureblood and Yes, I am a ruler of my kingdom.
After I killed my father I ran as fast as I could. When I was running I saw a copy of the next day's Daily Prophet and in the headlines it read "Grindelwald Dead, Daughter Believed to be Dead Too." I knew that I could not return as Lilliana Catalin to the magical world for many years. There was even a picture of me on the cover. I ran for miles until someone saw me on the streets and they took me to a homeless shelter where my new family, the Evans, adopted me. Life didn't go as planned with them either. My parents abused me to them I just was a personal slave. Sure they were rich and they always gave me nice clothes. But, that was only to hide the bruises and scars made from their beatings. I had one sister who hated me her name is Petunia and to her I was a freak. She ignored me as much as possible. But when I am being beaten' by my parents I see the sorrow and concern in her eyes. I know that deep down inside she did care about me a little.
When I was eleven I received my letter to Beauxbatons. Where I attended until I was in my fifth year under the name of Evans. At Beauxbatons I was the star pupil. I was the nice girl, the one who can always lend an ear, the super Quidditch player, the straight O student and the most popular girl in school. Everyone wanted to be me but I always wanted to be them and to have a life without pain or suffering. The only reason why my parents let me go to wizarding school is because it can get me away for 9 months of the year. My three best friends there were more than my best friends they were my secret keepers. As I was to them. We three were the most popular people in school. But we all have secrets, right? We are bounded together by are secrets. We share all our secrets. They know the pain I had in my childhood to my adoptive parents. They are there for me when I need them most and I am always there for them.
My friends know about my masks. It is my protection when everything else fails. During my training when I was younger I could become any attitude I wanted. All from the cool, calm, collect girl to the cold-hearted bitch. I don't even know my true personality anymore. It disappeared and I don't know how to get it back.
In my fifth year at Beuxbatons I moved and I was transferred to Hogwarts. And when I look out the window on the Hogwarts Express and I see my reflection staring back at me. I saw the mask I must take at Hogwarts, Hogwarts welcome the cold-hearted bitch that everyone hates because if there is one thing I know is that I must avoid making friends at all cost even if I have to make enemies in the process because I must proctect them from the pain of my world, where I must fight everyday to stay alive. With Lord Voldemort rising I knew that eventually he will find me and he will want me to go to the dark side and return to the world I ran away from.