I stumble to the sink and see a ghost version of myself staring back. My face is unnaturally pale, I have bruises under my eyes, and the brown eyes are bloodshot from crying. I can’t look at myself, in a few weeks they have broken me and I don’t recognize the girl I am anymore. My cheeks are hollow and my eyes have lost their burning flame. I loved that fire in my eyes, it gave me a hint of danger. Nothing is left from that girl, I am going to be a Death Eater.