15 parts Complete My life is a flat piece of paper, filled with scribbles and sketches done by others.
I have a pencil, but no eraser to create space to write.
I see the paper, but have no will to grab ahold of it.
What good is it to have opportunities, when people already expect you to make certain choices before you even made a decision?
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Having Bellatrix Lestrange and Rudolphus Lestrange as your parents means that you took part in a lottery and got the most fucked up reward. Even with the two stuck in Azkaban, and having been raised in an orphanage because my mother dumped me there, doesn't mean that I've ever had the choice to be who I wanted to be.
I want to say that I am strong and I can overcome the others' prejudices, that I can make my own path.
But it's hard.
Everyone expects me to be a killer. A coldblooded Death-Eater. They might be right.
My name is Creux Lestrange. And that is all that I know for certain about me.
Started: January, 2022
Finished: January, 2022
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