Kindling Hope
You know that feeling you get, when you know it's going to be a bad day? Well, it seemed like I awoke everyday to that feeling. Not only was I the daughter of an alleged serial killer, and my mother had died while trying to save her dearest friends. But, me I was stuck living with my squib Aunt and muggle uncle. You're all probably thinking of that super cool aunt and uncle you have, me on the other hand, was thinking of those abusive people that thought to call themselves human.
Here at number six privite drive there is no leaving the house unless told to, no speaking without being spoken to, and most of all avoid Uncle at all costs. My uncle was the most evil and vile man I had ever laid eyes upon and that included Voldemort. Though to most he seemed less then noticeable, to me he was my worst fears come to birth. My Aunt was cruel, yelling and screaming about how worthless I am, but it's the physical and well, uh, sexual cruelty I suffer day to day at the hands of my uncle that truly had me fearful. I had never told anyone of my home life not even Harry, who I had spent the almost whole of my life with, knew.
Harry and I went way back. You're all wondering how I formed a friendship if I wasn't allowed to leave the house. Well before I found out I was a witch, I had a little bit more freedom- I could leave the house. Plus even I had to go to school.
If my father was to find out about uncle… well suffice it to say he would become the killer he was so wrongly accused of being. Speaking of my father, he is none other than the notorious Sirius Black. Man, how I wish I could see him over the summers, of sometime besides Christmas break. But unlike Harry I was not allowed to go to the Wealeys, receive or write letters, and most of all there is to be no contact between me and Harry (that one was a new one, put into effect this year. I suppose that they didn't want e going off and telling everyone or everything, about my home life. I don't see myself doing that even if I could. And it's not because I enjoy it either, it's because I didn't want everyone to stop and stare, for some people to say I was just doing it for the attention, and I defiantly didn't want to have to explain it to anyone. Plus there were defiantly some scars I would rather not have seen. So suffice it to say I just didn't want the attention. I just wanted my life to be normal; I wanted a charming over baring mother, and a dorky off the wall Dad, and no over the top secrets. Although my life is far from ideal and serene, I was happy, most the time; I had a father, great friends, Mrs. Wesley, Remus, Tonks, and Harry. I would go through my whole life again if it meant being with them.
Oh I suppose in all the hub bub of my life story and the people in it I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ellieanna Hope Black (Ellie for short), daughter of Crissie and Sirius Black, and student of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, year five.