I don't own HP, JKR does. I suck at writing and don't know why I am bothering to continue this, because I'll be dead by the end of the week. But oh well.
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I was a failure. My family didn't want me. What pureblood family would want a worthless squib?
They had kept me sequestered away in a room with only house elves for company. It was comfortable, and I had anything I wanted – except for friendship.
I left as soon as I turned 17. My family had probably forgotten about me, casting me out of their minds never to be spoken about again. And why shouldn't they? I was a disappointment.
On my legs were 24 deep, puckered scars. One for every year I had inhabited this world. And today I would be adding another one. These cuts were the most special. Unlike the ones on my arms which were added to every other day, these were a reminder of my failings. Of my failure.
I watched fascinated as the blood started to flow down my leg. After about five minutes I bandaged it up and cleaned the mess.
Sighing, I checked my food supply. I didn't eat very often but I did need food. I was down to one can of baked beans (why did I even have those – I hated baked beans) and some sour milk. I guess I should go grocery shopping. Joy.
There was a new person working at the checkout. He had light brown hair and tired eyes. He looked thin and had the appearance of a person who was often ill. But he looked determined. When he was serving me I absently took note of his name – Remus Lupin. He was soft spoken and tried to make conversation with me, but I don't talk much so he only got one word answers.
As I was leaving he gave me a smile and asked if he might see me sometime. Shocked, I unthinkingly agreed. He asked for my number and I hesitantly gave it to him.
What was I getting myself into? I was no good for him. I was a burden on society, and I would be dead soon anyway. I didn't need anybody trying to get between me and my death.
But his eyes... they were so pleading, and he seemed as if I could tell him anything and he would understand.
This was not going to end well.