Note.

Ashwin Srinivas used to keep calling me ugly.

He harassed me so much and so badly.

I never liked him.

Also.

I don’t really break the girl code.

I’m not interested in my best friend’s guy.

If Voldemort was a good friend and if she had just spoken to me like a normal person.

My life would have turned out different.

My bisexuality was outted without my consent and knowledge.

I didn’t understand it myself.

The world didn’t understand it back then as well.

It was used against me as a weapon by people.

Again and again and again.

To bring me down and to get their way and also for fun and games.

I was in the public eye.

I was really good and innocent.

Everyone always liked me.

Which made people in my life burn behind their facade with jealousy.

Starting with Voldemort.

People desperately needed something against me to satisfy their demons and to pull me down.

Because I shine too bright for their liking.

History repeated itself again and again and again.

Because of the vicious cycle of horcruxes created by Voldemort.

Voldemort threw mud on my name and paved the way.

The death eaters effortlessly followed.

Voldemort knew I was innocent.

But she was blinded with jealousy and insecurities.

And she projected it.

There were also misunderstandings.

Which she stated as facts instead of clarifying with me.