(Older Student) I am a black sheep. I am the devil among angels, the snake within lions, the Slytherin in a family of Gryffindors. I do not belong. Not with my family, not with my housemates. But I could deal with it. I could learn to fit in with my boisterous family. I could be myself at Hogwarts and not worry about any judgement. I found solace in the things that I loved, in writing and music and potions and learning magic. I could deal with not knowing who I was.
Until my sister died. An accident, they said. Suicide, I knew. I'd spent my entire life trying to as perfect as she always was. I didn't know that, apparently, it was all a facade. And then, she was dead. I didn't care what my family said. I was going to find out exactly why she did what she did. And I wasn't going to stop until I found out the truth, even if I lost everyone, including myself, in the process.