brimuoti

New Story 
          	Title: My Heart is Family
          	
          	Foreword
          	By Draconis Malfoy
          	
          	They will tell you their version of things. They always have.
          	
          	They told it in corridors, in newspapers, and in books—stories painted in broad strokes, all shadow and light, where some boys are golden and others are snakes. You know that version. The one where I’m cruel, cowardly, and cold. A prince of privilege. A villain in training. A name to hiss.
          	
          	This is not that story.
          	
          	This is mine.
          	
          	And let me be clear: their version is not a lie.
          	
          	It is a truth.
          	
          	I am cruel. I am privileged. And yes, there are moments when I am the villain in someone else’s story. I’ve made mistakes, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of pride. I have hexed before I understood consequences and spoken words I wish I could take back.
          	
          	But that is not the whole story.
          	
          	This—what you hold now—is not an apology. It is not a rebuttal. It is a reclamation. A remembering.

brimuoti

New Story 
          Title: My Heart is Family
          
          Foreword
          By Draconis Malfoy
          
          They will tell you their version of things. They always have.
          
          They told it in corridors, in newspapers, and in books—stories painted in broad strokes, all shadow and light, where some boys are golden and others are snakes. You know that version. The one where I’m cruel, cowardly, and cold. A prince of privilege. A villain in training. A name to hiss.
          
          This is not that story.
          
          This is mine.
          
          And let me be clear: their version is not a lie.
          
          It is a truth.
          
          I am cruel. I am privileged. And yes, there are moments when I am the villain in someone else’s story. I’ve made mistakes, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of pride. I have hexed before I understood consequences and spoken words I wish I could take back.
          
          But that is not the whole story.
          
          This—what you hold now—is not an apology. It is not a rebuttal. It is a reclamation. A remembering.