The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

After my lengthy and rather "eventful" years at Hogwarts, I've finally learned something about myself that changes my outlook on everything. I always viewed myself as "normal". Simply, "average". I fit under every category that I assumed, made me "normal". Just like everyone else. But there is no standard for being "average" or "normal" beside the one that's inside your mind. But comparing me to anyone's individual definition of "normal", I wouldn't fit their criteria. I've realized now more than ever, that I'm not the person I thought I was. I've lied to everyone I care about. Underneath my clothes, I hold a growing pain that is my ink covered skin. And I'm a spy for Lord Voldemort. In the least, I can say that I am not "normal" nor "average" from anyone's standard. I know this, because I beg for "normal".