"The world isn't split up between good people and death eaters Draco-" I speak softly, his eyes forming a tear, his constant sniffles filling the air, "your not a bad person" his eyes met mine "-You can be great you know, with both light and dark inside, but what matters is the part you chose to act on" his eyes widen, I could see he needed someone in his eyes, just anyone to tell him that he has a choice. - Lucy has always been in the shadows, friends with the golden trio and never spoken a word to the Slytherin prince but what happens when she accidentally bumps into him at the astronomy tower in the 6th year and saves him without even realising it. #1 in point 15/02/21

Our world was so full of stereotypes; judgement being passed without concrete evidence. I lived my life right smacked in the middle of stereotypes. Every day, every breath was judgement. When I was born, I was judged to be a handful. When I was six, I was judged to be an outcast. When I was eleven, I was judged for being sorted into Slytherin. I lived every day and every waking moment in the midst of judgement. You couldn't be too rude, or too nice. Not too doubtful, yet not too trusting. This story has been written the day I first entered this world. It is still being written. I am Aria Weasley, and this is my story.