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Chapter Two- Perfection is a Flaw
I like to run. Running is my escape. Always has been and always will be. When life gets too hard I run.
I'm sitting in my compartment looking out the window and I became bored. So I decided to read the Daily Prophet. It looks like the ministry is still covering up the whole Voldemort thing. 'We will get him soon, no reason to worry' as quoted by the minister of magic. Don't they see it? He's not going to stop. He will keep killing and killing. A war is coming I can see it already. By the looks of it Voldemort is gaining support probably through fear. I know very little about Lord Voldemort. But I do know more than most. His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He is actually a half-blooded wizard. I also know he attended Hogwarts. Tom was a very good student; he was even Head Boy. I suspect that he is also Salazar Slytherin's heir. Actually I know he his. People say he is insane but even if he is he is a genius. He gains support through fear. People fear him and that gives him more power. They even started to call him he-who-must-not-be-named. Sounds a little cocky don't it. Voldemort is killing more and more every day. He is a threat that should not be kept hidden. Voldemort's greatest fear is death. How do I know this you may ask? He kills everybody that's in his way. He uses his greatest fear to put fear into everybody else's mind. Pretty smart if I do say so myself.
Some first years walked in, I gave them the coldest glare. They ran away.
If I were them, I would have run away to. In my normal form I have long auburn hair and starling emerald eyes. I would be considered 'beautiful, stunning, charming.' At Beaubatons I had a ton of guys drooling over me. It was kind of sickening when I think about it. I had to change my appearance here at Hogwarts. One of my many shields to hide my secrets. I had to dye my hair black. (Magically, so I can turn it back whenever I wanted). I also have to hide my emerald eyes. So I put on black contacts. I look really scary. I look in the mirror in my bathroom and a single tear escaped from my eye. I missed the old me and I knew that I had to change my looks. Clothing wise I will be wearing baggy and uglier clothing at Hogwarts. It's so much different then my tight halter top and mini skirt outfits from Beuxbatons. If my friends saw me right now I doubt they would recognize me. I don't even think I recognize my self.
My most prized possession is my guitar. Surprisingly I have a good singing voice. I must have inherited it from my mother. Writing songs is the only way I can show the pain I feel inside. If you look at my songs you will see the true Lily not my façade. When I am singing my songs it's the only time I feel at peace with myself and the world around me.
My second passion is running. I love the feeling of my longs about to explode. Also running let's me sort out my life. What I need to do. Let me tell you I run a lot and often. Almost always you can catch me running in the early hours of the morning.
Quidditch. Ahhhh… the many joys of Quidditch. I was a seeker at Beuxbatons and I was the best. Not to sound cocky or anything. My house won every Quidditch cup since I joined the team in my first year. Flying lets me leave my worries behind. Flying comes in handing when I need to forget about my life and all the problems with it.
Perfection. God I hate that word. That's what everybody wants me to be. I need to be the perfect queen, the perfect daughter, the perfect Quidditch player; I need to be the perfect student, the perfect dark arts sorcerer and the perfect personal slave to my adoptive family. Perfection haunts me and I don't know how to get rid of it. As of right now I need to be the perfect cold-hearted witch. I can't make any mistakes.
Some more people walked in, I gave them a cold glare and if they asked me a question I would give the a cold and curt answer. Many people dislike me already.
Oh boy, We arrived. Notice how I am jumping for joy. Sarcastically of course. When I was exiting the train one thought rang through my head 'Perfection, is a flaw'.