What would you do if you lived in hell; lived a life full of misery and sorrow and abuse. People die because of you and you can't stop it. They tell you that you are a child, but when they want you to fight then you are no longer the innocent child that they just said you were. What if you only had one person in the world that loved you and gave a dragons ass about you. Would you love them with everything you had? What if the people that say you are a child, but when they need you, you are now an adult just like them, wanted you to kill the only person that you loved. The first person that you loved.
What would you do? Because I have no clue.
I am Harriet Severus Snape-Evans. Formally known as Bitch, or girl, or any other rotten name they could come up with.