Cursed by Moonlight (HP fan fiction)

Chapter 1: Cursed

I don't own anything, only my character. Everything else belongs to the fabulous J.K Rowling.

Brie's P.O.V

Alone. We're all alone in this world. We fight together, we live together, but we are alone when we need help the most.  It’s the human nature to flee when there is trouble with somebody who isn’t ourselves, just like animals.  Family and friends will argue that we will be there for each other, but when the reality of it becomes the truth, and our problems are getting in the ways on their lives, they'll disappear into the nothingness, rarely heard of again.

Dumbledore once told me that Death Eaters were incapable of love - I didn’t believe him.  Deep down my heart told me my parents loved me with all their heart and nothing would change that.  I was so young and naive at the time, I didn’t understand how dark our world could be.  I was barely eighteen years old when my parents left me in the forbidden forest and faked my death, so that others mourned for me, then forgot that I existed. 

I didn’t choose to be alone in the forbidden forest with nobody around, my loving mother and father made that decision.  It has taken two years for me to realise that I don’t need anyone anymore, I got taught the hard way, built walls around myself and the monster I have become.  By doing this, it has made it virtually impossible for me to ruin someone’s life, making them like myself.  That’s why the woods are the perfect place to live. 

The Dark Lord himself made me into this vile creature as a punishment to my parents for disobeying him, and I knew from that day on things were going to change.  They both apparated me here, to a small cottage in an unknown wood after telling me we were going to visit family.  A kiss my cheek was my last source of comfort before they disapparated out of sight, leaving me in the dark. 

Death Eaters or not, they deserve everything they get when this war ends and good conquers the evil, leaving the wizarding world at peace once again.  This was the year that I leave the place I have called home for two years for good.  The year that I spend no more time alone.  The year that my parents get hunted. 

My fingers drummed in a rhythm against the wooden table in the small kitchen.  My plan of getting out of here was piecing together nicely, like a jigsaw.  The only thing that was keeping me sane was the fact I was alive against all the odds and to see the look on my parents faces when they lay their eyed upon me.  They probably believed I was dead, that is why they put me out there – to kill me off without actually performing the deed itself.  If only they had stayed loyal to Voldemort, then this wouldn’t have happened.  

They ruined my life, causing an old spell to be cast upon me, with no known ways of releasing its prisoners.  In one legend I read about people who were affected didn’t last long, dying early or forever living with the problem.  One of them died alone in an unknown place.  I decided it wouldn’t be me, I didn’t belong in this place and nobody should have to live the life I have had. 

At the end of this month I will have turned twenty and after the full moon has disappeared, I will have escaped this awful prison without returning.  Before this time, it has been impossible because of the dangers I impose upon the innocent, but I’ll have to accept what I am because I will be forever cursed.