Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.
*age 10*
"Well done"
I stared at the sheet of paper in front of me.
First in every subject.
Straight A's.
Everything I'd worked for.
Then why didn't it feel any better?
Getting the reward, the praise?
Why did I feel as if I'd failed something?
They said I was smart, did excellent, was well on my way, …
But all the other kids just thought I was stupid, because I liked to learn, I loved to read, and I said so.
So I learned more, because I had nothing else to do.
The worried look in my mum's eyes would be gone tonight.
Worried, because I didn't have any friends.
Worried, because I never invited anyone to play.
Worried, because no one ever invited me.
That look would be gone tonight.
Pride would replace it.
But for one night only.
Because tomorrow I would be reading all day.
And she would wonder why nobody asked me over.
Why I always seemed to be alone.
And next year I would sit alone again.
Get straight A's again.
Be the best at everything again.
And mum would have that look in her eyes again.
And suggest I change schools again.
And ask me to put away my book again.
And tell me to take initiative again.
And all the while there would be that look in her eyes.
"Well done"
Or not.
Tadadaaa! Three chapters in 2 days, I feel so proud of myself :D It must be something about not being supposed to/allowed to write that triggers it - so hopefully there'll be more soon! Please review and/or follow and/or favorite, makes it that much more fun to write!