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.
*year 2 - age 13*
"Mudblood"
I heard the whole Gryffindor team gasp.
I heard the whole Slytherin team laugh.
I heard Colin's camera clicking in the distance.
I heard Ron yell something at him.
I heard more people, probably those who had been on the tribunes until then, run towards us.
And all along I heard that word over and over and over again, like a non-stop echo that refused to just let me forget it.
"Mudblood"
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, a voice was reading a dictionary out loud:
' "Mudblood": Someone who has dirty blood, unpure blood. Someone who has magic but comes from a muggle background. Generally seen by pureblood wizards and witches as inferior to said pureblood wizards and witches.'
"Mudblood"
A part of me registered the insult, another part registered the responses all those people around me had, but I couldn't really react.
Something in me turned mute, turned deaf, something in me froze, attempting to grasp what just had happened, attempting to grasp the concept of what had just been yelled at me.
And all along I heard that word echo in my head.
Yelling at me, mocking me, telling me I didn't belong, I wasn't to belong in this world where I truly felt at home, where I thought I fit in.
Some part of me registered the irony of how the place I came from didn't want me because of where I belonged, and apparently some of the people in the world where I belonged didn't want me because of the place I came from.
As messed up as that sounded, it sort of made sense.
That, and I was suddenly reminded of the history lessons I'd had on the Second World War.
This sounded a bit too familiar, too similar to that to be just a coincidence.
I had half a mind to go look it up in the library when I heard Ron yell something.
I heard the whole Gryffindor team gasp.
I heard the whole Slytherin laugh.
I heard Colin's camera clicking in the distance.
I heard the people from the tribunes talk.
And over and over again I heard that word.
"Mudblood"
Finally managed to get something done... The problem is I've got too many things on my mind right now, and it's getting hard to collect the pieces of the stories that fit together... Anyway, I've managed to make some work, so I'll try and update them tonight and/or tomorrow. Please let me know what you thought in a review, by following or favoriting!
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