Chapter 1

Ideally... Not ideal.

I own none of the harry potter characters or anything else rom the original story, that honor goes to J.K.R.

All i own is my plot line and my own characters thank you. now, the next chapter will be up soon hopefully, as all I'll be doing is writing for the next few days.

See you soon! ;)

Narrative

Nyx, the personification of night, ideally seen as a tall and thin girl with long black hair and deep blue eyes. Well mannered and sophisticated, growing up in a loving home with both parents.

We, however, will not be following this ideal girl. No, we will follow a different Nyx.

This Nyx is short, standing at barely five feet two inches and being of the curvier verity, but still managing to stay fit and healthy.

Our Nyx comes from a not so loving home with a monster of a mother and a father she has never met.

We begin our story on the night Nyx, who has barely turned 19, finally sees just how much danger she's really in while under her mothers roof.

Nyx POV

"Mother please! I swear I didn't do anything wrong!" I screamed as my mother dug her fingernails into the skin of my wrist and forcefully pulled me into the kitchen where the stove was heated and waiting.

"Liar! I warned you of what would happen if you embarrassed me infront of our guests, and yet you still went ahead and defided me!" She yelled as she pulled my hand dangerously close to the blazing burner.

Before I could utter another word in my defense, she thrust my hand onto the burner and I let out an ear shattering scream.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air as tears welled in my eyes and the horrifying sound of sizzling skin violated my ears. I dared not look as she pressed my hand harder in the burner and the pain grew even more.

I could feel rage bubbling up inside me, as it always did when she abused me, but this time was different; I had truly done nothing wrong in my eyes.

That bastard she called a respectable guest had shoved his hand up my dress while I gave him a tour of the gardens, as mother would often have me do for the guests closer to my age, so I had punched him in the nose before throwing a few hexes at him and running back inside.

I had tried to go straight to my mother and tell her whag had happened, but I couldn't find her and when I did, it was too late.

The man who attacked spun a story to my mother saying that I had thrown myself on him and when rejected, I grew furious and attacked him with hexes.

Mother said nothing to me for the rest of the night, but I caught the heated glaresshe threw my way and knew I was in trouble.

After the last guest had left was when all hell broke loose. She had started screaming at me, saying how I was an embarrassment to the family name and how she wished I was never born, the usual garbage she threw at me.

She had then proceeded to grab my wrist and start dragging me towards the kitchen, which had lead to where I am now.

Barely standing as my hand is being burnt to a crisp and a raging mother who refused to believe her own daughter, and I had had enough.

My anger getting the best of me, I used a silent and wandless spell to throw my mother off of me and against a wall, knocking her unconscious for hopefully long enough for me to vacate the premisis.

Running up to my room, cradling my hand to my chest, I quickly changed out of my formal gown and into black skinny jeans, knee high black lace up boots, a green cotton tank top, and a black leather jacket. I then grabbed my wand and a messenger bag I had charmed to be far larger inside than out, which was always packed with everything I needed and any sentimental items I'd want to keep.

After I had finished gathering my supplies, I rushed down the stairs and out the door, faintly hearing my mother scream my name as I apparated with only one word in my mind; safe.

~~~~After apparation ~~~~

I landed with a thud in a field I didn't recognize not far from a strange looking house that I quickly made a b-line for.

'Nothing can be worse than what I went through at home, right?' I though as I sprinted towards the house, still hold my injured right hand to my chest and gripping my wand awkwardly in my left.

Just as I past what seemed to be a small stone wall, I heard another, softer thud behind me before being thrown forward a few feet and my wand being dropped next to that wall.

I looked up to see my mother fastly approaching with her wand aimed at me with a look of hatred painted across her features.

"Crucio!" My mother screamed and sent the awful curse my way in a flash of red.

I was no stranger to this curse, having suffered it's pain many times before at the hands of my mother. So even as pain ripped through me and my body began to writhe and convulse, I did not scream, my face only contorted in pain and I bit lip to keep from uttering any sound of pain.

Just as soon as the pain had started, it stopped and my mother was sent flying back a few feet. Looking to see who had saved me, I saw a family of red heads, all with their wands drawn and pointed at my mother. The two I suspected had thrown my mother back, were a set of identical twin boys, maybe 20 or 21, and they looked livid as the stared at my mother who was slowly standing back up.

"Please stay out of this, this is a matter to be dealt with between my daughter and myself." My mother all but growled at the family of gingers, lifting her wand slowly to point at me again.

"You are on my property so I will not stay out of whatever this is!" A short and plump older woman, who I assumed to be the matriarch, shouted at my mother while pointing her own wand towards my mother, "and who would use the cruciatus curse on their own child!"

I zoned out after that, knowing that I was no doubt going to be forced to return with my mother and face the music for trying to run away. It seemed like an eternity before I was jolted out of my thoughts when my mother yelled the words I had always dreaded and hoped for.

"Fine, you want her? Have her! She is no longer my daughter, no child of the Black bloodline should never had been born into my family I'm the first place." She sneered down at me as tears of silent joy slid down my cheeks.

"A Black? Who would.. No. It can't be? Sirius's daughter?" The matriarch of thee gingers looked shocked as my mother rolled her eyes and nodded before saying something I didn't bother to catch and apparated back to her family home.

The pain on my hand plus the lingering pain from the crucio finally became too much and I fell into unconscious.

OK so, I'm writing this at 4 o'clock in the morning because I couldn't sleep since it was bouncing around in my head, so I apologize for any errors you may find.

Also, due it's randomly inspired nature, I have no clue what to name it. So if you have any name ideas, please feel free to either message me privately or just put it in a review. I will compile my top... Let's say 5 favorites(I will also include who came up with them) and have all of you votw for the best in the next few chapters!

Thank you all so much for reading, please R&R and drop some name ideas and what you would like to see happen next!

Love,

Ginger