“Belladona!” called Mother. I rolled over in bed and groaned. “Belladona!” Mother shouted again.
“Uhhh, I’m coming!” I called back down as I slipped out of my old, rickety bed. Sleepily, I got dressed and headed down the creaky staircase. I emerged in the kitchen where my mother was standing by the stove, tapping her foot. “There you are!” she said as I stepped through the doorway. “Your breakfast is going to get cold! And you were supposed to polish the magical artifacts! We have guests coming!” she scolded angrily.
“Sorry” I mumbled. Just then, there was a shout of “Crucio” and a yowl of pain. I dashed into the living room and saw my little black kitten, Smudge curled up in a ball, shaking and my twin sister, Bellatrix pointing her wand straight at him. “Smudge!” I cried scooping the terrified creature up. “Oh, the poor thing. Bellatrix, leave him alone!”.
“I was just practicing,” she replied.
“Well practice on someone else!” I said, then stormed out of the room. I plonked myself down in my seat and ate my breakfast as I stroked Smudge. Me and Bellatrix are not identical twins. In fact, I looked more like Narcissa, my other sister then her. After I had eaten I headed upstairs to get changed into my dress robes, Smudge trailing behind me.
That evening, we all set the table for dinner. Each of us had certain jobs to do. I was in charge of decorating the table with fairy lights, candelabras and little flowers. Just as we were adding the finishing touches, the doorbell rang. Narcissa rushed to open the door. She turned the knob and swung the door open where Lucious Malfoy was standing. “Lucious!” she cried joyfully and swung her arms around his neck. My third sister, Andromeda and I groaned. Lucious was Narcissa’s boyfriend and my worst enemy. I despised him because I thought he was far to cruel and he looked down on me because he believed that I was weak and foolish. Narcissa, however thought otherwise and would sometimes spend days with him, not even sparing us a thought. I glared at him as he sat down, right next to Narcissa, of course. We all tucked in and I tried to ignore Lucious’s snide comments that he continued to make all through dinner. “So, you are death eaters, right?” he asked my parents at one point in the meal. “Oh, yes, we are death eaters,” replied Father. “In fact, we are in The Dark Lord’s inner circle.”
“And we hope that our three lovely girls will be to, once they come of age,” added Mother.
“B-but I don’t want to become a death eater,” I whispered quietly. The room fell silent.
“What did you just say,” said my Mother.
“I-I said that I don’t want to become a death eater,” I answered, slightly louder this time.
As soon as I said those words, all hell broke loose. Everyone started shouting, some at me and others at each other. Sensing my opportunity to escape, I hurried upstairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. That was when I realised that my family would never accept me for who I was. All they wanted was children with cold hearts, not someone like me who wouldn’t hurt a soul. At that thought, I began to cry. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my whole body shook with sobs. Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. I could run away. But no, I couldn’t. This was my family, no matter how awful they were. I couldn’t just leave like that. Still, I came to realise that I was never going to get them to listen. The rest of my life would be hell if I stayed with them. And with that, I packed my bags, unlatched the window and clambered out into the cool night air. As I was walking along the driveway, I stole a glance at the house I had grown up in, but I shook my head. This was my chance. I had to take it. Then, with one last look, I disappeared into the night.
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