I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Padma Patil picks her nose and eats her bogeys.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Alright, it's been a little while and Padma hasn't come and hexed me and Pansy hasn't said anything either and I know ONE of them would have said something.  It's not that I don't trust that it works for all the rest of you but I wanted to be absolutely sure it would work for me, too, before I said anything.

Anyway I guess I'm supposed to tell you something incriminating about myself so that you'll know you can trust me. 

When I was six and had to go to village school for the first time, the teacher made me stand up in class and tell everyone that my mum was a mudblood and I was ashamed to be related to her.  I know we aren't supposed to say mudblood here but that's what she made me say, it HAD to be mudblood and not muggleborn, and she made me say it over and over every day until I could say it without crying and sound like I meant it. 

And the good thing about this was, it's important to be a good liar, I think.  Because if you aren't a good liar, either you'll get caught and they'll realise you're a danger to the protectorate and probably sympathetic to Sirius Black, and they'll kill you or send to to Azakaban or if you're a half-blood they'll snap your wand and send you to the camps.  Or else, you have to learn to BELIEVE all the awful things they tell you about muggles and muggleborns.  Which is even worse because at least if you got sent to the camps you'd still be you, and I don't want to think about who I'd be if I believed everything they say about my mum.

So even though it was awful, because I LOVE my mum and I am NOT ashamed of her, NOT, she was a Ravenclaw Prefect when she was at Hogwarts and she was a brilliant witch when she still had her wand. She was a lot better at Transfiguration than my father, I take after her more than him, and I can't tell anyone because I have to pretend I don't care I'm not allowed to write or visit or anything.  Anyway even though it was awful, the good thing is, it meant I got a lot of practise lying, and that helped me not to mind it nearly as much, and also to lie without blushing or crying or any of the things that tell people you're telling a lie.  First I lied and said I was ashamed.  And later I lied and said I didn't love my mum. And when the teacher gave me homework that I had to tell my mum she was a dirty mudblood to her face I lied and said I had, and when the teacher gave me homework that I had to tell my dad that I wished he weren't a blood-traitor I lied and said I'd done that as well.  
And then I also lied to my mum and said I liked school, because if I'd told her what it was really like it would have upset her.  And it wasn't as if she could do anything and if she'd tried we would have all got into terrible trouble.

Well I don't have to lie here so I'm going to say that there's NOTHING wrong with my mum, so there.  And I would TEN MILLION TIMES rather have MY mum than Hydra's!  I wouldn't trade even if Hydra offered to throw in a hundred sacks of galleons.  Not that she has any galleons since Mrs Lestrange never sends her pocket money.  She's the only student in Slytherin as hard up as I am for pocket money I think.  In fact I'd rather have a hag or a banshee or a chimaera as a mother than Bellatrix Lestrange as at least you'd always know where you stood, and also everyone ELSE would look at her and know she was a monster.

Is that enough or should I say more?  

Anyway thank you for trusting me.  And I promise I won't tell anyone your secrets.