Perfect Daughter, Perfect Murder

I know you thought I should be the perfect witch. I know you always thought I was like the daughter you had asked for.

I thought I was that person, too. That's the saddest thing. You were oblivious to the fact that witches are pagan. You always thought I was a catholic, like you. Well, isn't this a surprise? The first in a long line, actually. I have a lot to tell you.

Don't look so flustered. It's not the end of the world. It's just that I made different choices. I'm not going to walk in your shoes. I'm a big girl now.

I am in love. He is dead now. Why are you pale? Is it because of the fact that I'm not crying? All my tears have been shed already, mother. I am tired.

Who was he, you ask? He was the worst of my year. He was mean, sarcastic, a dark wizard in his last years. That didn't matter to me. There was power coming in waves from him, that drew me into his trap. When we talked for the first time, I knew there was more to him than money. He was a lot like me on the inside.

He loved me too. He never told me he did, but I knew anyway. He could hide his feelings from everybody else, but he shed his mask in front of me. He was mine, heart, body and soul.

Why are you looking at me like that? As if you didn't see that coming. Haven't you ever noticed how I refused to open my letters from Harry and Ron? How I was cold to them all the time? How they couldn't reach me anymore?

Of course you did. I bet you thought it was a phase. That I would get over it. You were wrong. It took me six years to reach an obvious conclusion. They are stupid. I can't believe I put up with them for so long, doing their homework, listening to their blabbering and trying to get some sense into them.

Draco says that's the reason I was a Gryffindor rather than a Slytherin. He realised those things from day one, not year six. But that doesn't matter anymore.

Why are you shaking? Oh, is it because of what I just said? Don't worry. It's not the worst of it. That's yet be said.

Too bad I haven't got more time. I could give you a three-feet list of the reasons why I'm ashamed of being your daughter. The daughter of a weak woman, a graceless woman, and most of all, a muggle. Not even a half-blood, or a squib. A muggle.

Are you shocked? Are you wondering where you went wrong? It wasn't your fault. It was your existence. That was your only mistake.

You're crying. How pathetic can you get? You make me sick. Oh, well, nothing new there. You're shocked again. Is that all of your emotional range? Or do you enjoy being reduced to a crying wreck? That wouldn't surprise me at all.

You're shocked again. This is getting annoying. Why don't you put on a blank face and spare me of your stupidity? You could at least pretend you have some dignity. If that isn't too much to ask of you, which is highly likely.

You actually followed my advice! How nice of you. But it's too late to change my opinion now. You're doomed.

I have pledged my soul to the Dark Lord. I am his now. I am alone. Draco is dead. I am completely blank. The Dark Lord gave me a pleasant task the other day. Mildly intrigued, are you? I think the mask is falling.

He asked me to remove all traces of my origin. That means you. Although removed may not be the word in this matter. Muggle filth cannot be removed from one's past. But it can be deleted. And that is exactely what I'm planning to do. Curse you into oblivion.

You're lucky. I'm short on time, so I'll have to give up the pleasure of torturing you. Your death will be fast and very painful. Scared, are you? You should be. You were never one to handle pain well. Luckily I am not like you.

Killing curses are not the worst bit of magic I can do. I have learned well. The Dark Lord tutored me, as I was Draco's fiancee.

Well, it was nice talking to you, but I have to leave. I'll get muggle dirt all over my Death Eater robes. Too bad I won't get some blood to cover it up. That way, I wouldn't have to burn them after the job is done. One can never have it all.

Goodbye. See you in hell. Oh wait. I don't believe in hell.

Avada Kedavra!

I was the perfect daughter to everyone. Just not to you. I wish I never was your daughter in the first place.