My life became very hard as the pressures built and I practically became a death eater who works for voldemort.
I ran quickly to the bathroom to let out my emotions. Standing in front of the mirror, I cried. A heart wrenching cry.
Suddenly I heard something behind me. I turned around and saw Potter. Angrily and shocked, we began firing spells at each other until Potter used a spell I didn't know of, named sectumsempra on me and I fell to the floor with open wounds, bleeding profusely. I lay there, in agonizing pain.
Professor Snape came and healed my wounds. I will never forgive Potter for this.
