white rose

ware it all started #2

Hogwarts.

The greatest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry there is, was.

For almost seven years Hogwarts was my home. There was no doubting the flaws though. The professors, the magic, the dangers. The students.

Sense day one blood status was drawn upon you instantly, not something you had a say in. Your blood is your blood. Of course all the same but a group with what was to be believed higher status thought otherwise.

Year 1:
"I see the Chosen One has finally made his way with his red headed mutt to class, oh-  and the buck tooth Mudblood too!"

Year 2:
"Enemies of the heir, beware-  you'll be next Mudblood!"

Year 3:
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

Year 4:
"Want one Granger? I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see; don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."

Year 5:
"If your wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in."
"Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."

Year 6:
"Granger they're after muggles. D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh!"

Year 7:
"alba rosa"
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That's only some of them.

I wanted to believe that this was his fathers doing. That he grew up with this knowledge and was forced to do the terrible actions he committed.

How bullying me was an act. How trying to drown Harry in third year was to keep up his mean front. How killing Dumbledore was an order by Voldemort. How becoming the Lord's second-hand wasn't by choice.

But it was all false, he is just as demonic as he looks.

And he has it in for me

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flashback:

"Hermione dear what is the matter?" asked Mum.

"It's nothing, I'll get past it" I said wiping my tear stained face.

"Hun tell me, I'm your mother. Please" she pleaded.

She was the best mum someone could ask for, so caring...

"There is this blond boy. His name is Draco Malfoy. I for the past three years have tried my best to befriend him. When he came back at me in anger I decided he was just one of those people. But everyday he calls me a Mudblood. Because we are from London with other non-magical family's. But I love magic, it seems he does too. Why does it matter?" I told her.

"Mione, people like Draco probably didn't have the best time growing up. I'm sure his parents are over worked and for reasons unknown he is projecting his anger onto you. I know it is hard, I had my fair share of bully's. But it's only year three, soon he will truly see that you are better than he believes. You are stronger than any 12 year old I know." she reassured.

I nodded. Cheering up slightly.

"Now perk up, it's your 13th birthday!" Mum encouraged me while tugging a party hat on me.

-Giggling... she was the the best. Saw the light in people, like him, that didn't deserve it.

I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let Malfoy get to me. He wouldn't be someone to ruin my life.

Only he did.

I stood by that his childhood wasn't a good one|it wasn't. I stood by that he had unloving parents|his father never loved him. How he was only releasing his anger on to me to make himself feel better|bullying me was for sport.

From day 1 it was all apart of his plan.

Draco Lucious Malfoy ruined by life.

Yes, he bullied.

Yes, he hurt me, both physically and mentally.

Yes, my childhood was wounded, him being a reason.

Yes, he brought tragedy to the entire Wizarding World.

But my life crumbled in an instant, he ruined by life.

He killed my parents.

Being put in this cell was for once not apart of his plan, because after seeing the aftermath of his execution-

-I went haywire, I lashed out until his blood was on my hands.

Doing so all I saw was red.

They were so innocent, my parents. They didn't deserve the crutatious curse so many times they went brain dead. They didn't deserve to be slaughtered.

So I killed Draco's parents.

And despite the weight of being his parents assassin, along with the dread of my actions I sore to never complete.

I couldn't be more ecstatic. 

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"I am genius by birth but evil by choice" -Bharath Spartan