The lost black

Life

My life has always been hard. I have always been the third child the one who no one noticed. When my brother and I was born my mother was grateful for a boy. When she found out about me she was glad that he was born five minutes before me. She believed I shouldn't of been born so she always pushed me and then she had another son.

I use to was the second then I was the third. It wasn't long before my mother started to hate my twin. It was our first year and we had made it to the train station. My brother made friends fast where as it took me longer. I came to a compartment with a girl with red hair and a boy with black hair. It wouldn't be long before we became best friends. When I found out she was a muggle born witch I was amazed and I could stop asking questions.

When my brother got called to the sorting hat he was put in Gryffindor, where I was put in Slytherin. When we left that year he had to deal with our mother who shamed him and congratulated me. I told her she could die in a ditch. Our little brother was the placed in the same house as me so I couldn't get away with anything.

Through my years at Hogwarts I got closer to the boy and the girl and we became inseparable until a fight between them broke them apart. I was still close to them up until she started to date my brothers best friend and then I couldn't stand to be near her.I stopped talking to the boy who I had grown to love as more than a friend. My younger brother had become closer to me because my twin left.

In my last year I changed my name to the lost black to make my parents mad. It became a common thing even when I joined the Death eaters and fought against my twin. It was hard and I lost a lot of people but I ended it all when the dark lord went after my old friend who had a child with my twins best friend. I warned her about a mole in the order and that she needed to pick her secret keeper well. Which she didn't do because it was the mole and she and her husband where killed. Her child lived and because of that I had to fake my death and help protect him.

I was forced to change my name again and this time I changed it to Jane Potter. I was able to change my hair with a quick spell. I didn't change much about me because I knew that no one whoops look for me because I was "dead".