My life is a lie. Well, it's more nonexistent than a lie. I finished the book. I DO NOT BELONG HERE. I belong in the "real world", as said by the black leather book. I am not Voldemort's daughter. Nor a witch. Nor was I ever a snake. I was always a simple muggle who somehow ended up in this fictional world. I feel disgusted. I used to be so full of myself. Now I'm brimming with self-loath. I'm a filthy muggle.
I sit down to process it. How can I return to the real world, I ask myself. I take out the black leather book.
"How do I return to the real world", I ask it.
The book flipped open. I flipped it manually after it stopped to find that there were now mire pages with information on them. On all the pages, there were the same words over and over again in big, bold letters.
READ THESE PAGES. USE THE MIRROR.
And I do read. I haven't read a different book for years now. I relish the moment
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionAll Emmerannne Snape wanted was love All Leandra Black wanted was popularity All Kora Riddle wanted was revenge But none of them knew the truth.
