I am a witch,
With ryhmes and reasons,
I am changing like the seasons.
My mother is the Moon,
my father is the Sun,
With Goddess Earth I am as one.
I am a Witch, a pagan child,
Mother Nature's spirit so wild,
grows within me,
flows within me,
meandering like a spellbound stream,
enchanting my every waking dream,
I breathe the air of liberation,
I tend the fire of transformation,
I drink the water of creation,
earth magic is my conjuring,
I am a witch of shadow and eternal light,
of the Earth's mist, and ravens' flight.
I am a witch, with pride I say,
for a witch's soul,
does never die.
The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All
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"IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!"
"F*CK OFF!"
"I'm not in the mood!"
"God, you're worse than I am!"
Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?