If Life Is Hard, Death Must Be Easy

If
Life is Hard, Death Must be Easy

 

By: GinnytheSlut

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I do not own or think that I own any of the characters portrayed in this story.
But lay claims to all thoughts in my own head(there mine and you can have
them!!!)

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Chapter one

 

Precious metals

Its three thirty. The clock on the table tells me so. That’s the only way I know what time it is, and how many hours I must lay awake until school starts for the morning. I try to avoid the great hall now, they are there. And, though I eat, I have not been spotted there since September. I mostly go to the kitchen to get my own food. The house elves don’t mind. They’re happy for the company, since, aside from Hermione, I am the only one in the castle who ventures down there. I mostly spend my time in the library checking out books and reading them in my dorm room with the hangings drawn. I used to like hat hat way. The safety I felt when I was alone, but I am never alone.

 

The day dawns bright and with an amazing sunrise. I think I should appreciate its beauty but I have seen so many that I don’t notice any more. I haven’t slept in months. I have passed
out and awoke thinking I have slept, but I never feel properly rested. Just, how would one put that?, able to make it through the next time period. Sleepless sleep. You know, well anyway. It was the thirtieth of October and you know what that means. Tomorrows Halloween. There’s a dance for the sixth and seventh graders. I am not going. I would rather die than go with a bunch of perfectly-dressed-for-the-occasion-gits and bear sitting in a corner by myself for five hours. That’s what happened at the Yule ball in my third year. Yeah I went with Neville, but once we arrived
he danced with me once, stepping on my toes the whole time and ditched me for his friends and I sat in a corner for hours until it was time o leave. Sounds fun eh? Not really. It sucked. Who
even new he had friends? Afterwards I came up hear and cried until morning came and I realized Harry Potter would never love me. How that hurt me dearly. But I am strong and I can do this. I only have one more year of pretending after this and then I will be free. I can leave and never come back. Not looking back will be the hardest part. I always wonder what life would have been like if Harry had not killed tom. Had not stolen him away from me.

 

I actually paid attention in class today. Potions mostly. I used to hate it along with everyone else in
Gryffindor, but as the years have gone by I have started to like the cold dungeon first thing in the morning. Also, I have become good at it. I have the top grades in my year in potions. Though I have asked Snape to not mention that to Ron and Harry, he thinks I should be in his advanced class next year. But I have doubts. If Harry and Ron knew they would either think that I was actually good at some thing and blow it out of proportion or they would think that I’m up to something and follow me around like a lost little puppy. I could not have that. I have goals. I plan to become something one day and I could not do that with the pair following me around. Now that they don’t have Hermione to follow around anymore. I almost forgot to tell you. She was killed last year in the summer after Sirius died. Know one know who killed her, but everyone knows why though,
she was a mudblood. You see I don’t share Ron and the rest of my families view on pure blood issue\'s. I never have. I also have many views on Voldemort. I don’t think he is to be captured and killed I think he should be celebrated. The day he rose should be a national wizarding holiday. I have lately been taking out books regarding the dark arts and all that is associated with them. I have started learning spell’s to aid my life. The one I will start when I leave this school. The ones you see your parents using that no ones has bothered to teach us. But also the one’s mentioned in DADA class.

You see, I want to become a death eater. That’s right Virginia Weasley, daughter of Arthur Weasley the biggest muggle lover around, wanted to be a death eater. I think Ron knows. Someone over heard me talking to Draco back in September. Ever since then everyone has noticed a distanced way about me. How I started avoid the common room, the great hall and how I started sitting alone during lessons. They never noticeowevowever, the books I have started checking out of the library. Books about dark arts and how to do them. Books on the unforgivable’s.

 

Classes started at eight o’clock. I was early. It was potions, how could I not be? It was my best class. And it didn’t come easy. Nothing had, one I changed. It had taken me so long to get someone from Slytherin to help me, let alone trust me. The only other thing that had been hard had been which Slytherin to pick. At first glance they all seemed equally evil. But upon closer inspection, and by talking to them, I was able to see that some of them felt they were forced into
becoming a Slytherin and eventually become a Dark Wizard and wished to have no part in the war, or felt they were on the wrong side.

I had decided upon the only one who truly knew what it was like to want to kill and slay and do pretty much anything for your master, Hogwarts own Death Eater. Not the Death Eater-turned-traitor to-the-good-side Servus Snape. But the one man who had only just recently felt the satisfactory burn of the dark mark as it was cast in to his arm.

Draco Malfoy.

 

A/N: I know its short, but my chapters will become lengthy
soon enough. If you hate please review and if you love it please review. Thanks

 

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