"I’m... I am not a real Slytherin. I am nothing. I am going to die," I sob harder. It feels like the weight of the world is feeling even heavier than before. I sacrifice everything and they don’t even see me like a friend. They don’t even know what is happening, what I am doing, what I have endured. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year... but I am going to make a mistake. I can’t handle the stress of the OWLS, how can I handle the stress of a war?" 