I was really good and innocent.
Everyone always likes me.
I was in the public eye.
Everyone always copy me.
Voldemort knew I was innocent.
Everything started because Voldemort was jealous.
She used horcruxes.
Because of her guilt she thought I was doing it too.
She created the vicious cycle of horcruxes.
She created preconceived notions.
She threw mud on my name.
She sabotaged my life and disappeared.
Like a hit and run car crash.
Everyone who speaks to me knows that I’m really good.
But Voldemort’s mentality was carried on.
The death eaters effortlessly followed.
They dragged my name through the mud.
