How many innocent hearts turned vile? How many failed childhoods does it take? How long until they realize, "I'm Not Your Golden Child." ~Draco Malfoy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every day ended in tears. Every torment, every insult, made me feel more alone than ever. I was ready to call it quits, just forget the whole dream of becoming a great witch. When the one person who tormented me, bullied me, and made each day a living hell, left a small piece of torn parchment on the sheets of my bed that read: "Meet Me in the Library. "