A/N, i know i should be updating my other fics, but I just had a brainstorm, and well, you know. Please review!
I'm not your average Slytherin.
'K, maybe I am.
Let me tell you my story, then you decide.
Ok, so my Dad's a deatheater.
Alright, dammit, even parkinson's parents are!
So that's all, but i actually did it. I got it.
The dark mark.
I've wanted it since i was ten.
And i got it.
Now it burns, it scratches me.
And i feel like bloody potter, with a scar that pains.
Am i screwed up or what?
But lately, things have been improving, no idea why.
I've becoming more, accepting.
Sure i've done it.
It being the operative word here.
Ok, i don't live for sex.
I'm not shallow.
I would never touch a blood traitor.
Unless she was really hot.
Or a mudblood.
Leave me alone!
But, I really started to change, and kind of pick up my pieces, you know? I think I'll be better now, not so screwed up, but if i don't...
So sue me?