I'm in love, and im married. I also have two wonderful, beautiful children. I'll tell you more about them later though.
This is my story, not Harry or Ron's, not even Voldemort's. It's all my own. Let me tell you what happened to me in my 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was my first year as Head Girl; I hadn't met my Co-Head yet. I had my guesses, but who it was, wasn't at all whom I expected, or even thought of!
Voldemort's power was getting more and more to its feet due to his supporters having more kids and branching more families. His thoughts were basically pressed upon Harry and anyone who loved him or mattered to him.
Now, I hope that you all know what i look like, because, i mean, how am I supposed to describe myself? 5'6 1/2, brown eyes, and bushy hair? I mean, if you're reading this then you must've seen the movies or stories about Harry and his, how should I put it, adventures.
You have, no doubt, seen what ron looks like too, and everyone else that's in my story. So let me tell you my story.
This is my life. This is, what I call my story, this is, Ruthless.
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"It's such a clear and beautiful day," on number 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, when I look out the window, "wish that i could be on the other side of it." I privately wished, I wished that I could hear the things that the kids were hearing, feeling the things that they were feeling, just being outside with them would make me happy.
" Harry...Harry...Harry, wake-up from your daydream and serve me some breakfast, now!!" a strong, thick male voice exclaimed. "Uh, y-yes uncle vernon. Right away sir." I said as I moved from the kitchen counter to the stovetio where the bacon was starting to sizzle in the pan. "Hurry up boy, I can't be late for work again this morning!!" I moved quickly from the stovetop to my uncle's plate as to not make him late, because if he was late that meant that he would be angry and if he was angry, I wouldn't get a scrap to eat in a week, or more!!
As soon as uncle Vernon had left for the office, I tended to the dished and dirty work my Aunt Petunia always had me doing for her. Although it was still summer, I couldnt't wait for school to start back up again. Dudley's teasing torment at school was better then having to scrape off god-knows-what from the kitchen counters. I still couldn't figure it out.
My Parentshad gotten into a car crash, when I was one or so, so when they died they left me with this lot, this lot? Why not the circus? They at least would have treated me better. My Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley, that's who they left me with, doesn't sound so bad now do they? Well then you must not know these guys. Uncle Vernon was always mean to me. Taking whatever I got and giving it to Dudley, Threatening me with stuff:
"No funny business. If anything, ANYTHING goes wrong you won't get a scrap of food for a month." Keeping me locked up in "my room" so I can't get out at night. My room was the cupboard under the stairs, small, cramped and it was the only place that I know of that had as many spiders as the attic upstairs.
But then again, I've never been out anywhere but this god-forsaken house, soI had nothing to compare it to really. There were a few nice things about it all, I always had silence when I wanted it. In a few years this won't be the same, I don't know how or why, I just know that it wont be like this anymore.
