Bitter Sweet

Why must the world insist on always turning its back on me?  I don't understand.  One moment I can be soaring high above all the trees and then the next I fall flat on my face with everyone pointing and laughing, all of them just waiting for me to fail.  What they all seem to not realize is I never, never give up.  No matter how many times I hit a bump and fall, I will always get back up.  When I was young, after my mother died, my father fell into a depression.  I am different, I will not disgrace my mothers life by wallowing in self pitty.  I am much more than that, everything that I once held so dear is now lost, it will never be within my reach again, there is nothing I can do other than bide my time waiting for an opportunity to present itself, so that I may show the world that I am not just a simpleton, but something much more, something that no one ever expected from the lonely Ravenclaw.  I will show them all.  I will show my father and I will prove to myself that I am indeed someone to be reckoned, whether it be writing for the Daily Prophet or in everyday life, they will all see my worth.