1 year later.
I had a past.
A horrifying past.
I did not believe it.
It could not be.
My friends… they could not be my enemies.
No this was wrong.
But I was me, someone who belonged in Slytherine.
Though I was in Gryffindor.
Because it was my destiny.
A destiny… that could kill.
I cursed myself.
The tears threatened to fall.
My heart wrenched.
I could scream in agony.
But no.
This would make me a stronger person.
Who brings Death to other people’s lives.
A Death Eater.
This was my identity.
This was who I am.
This was my destiny.
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