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I've always been the girl that was invisible, the only person who I was never invisible to was my mum and that was because it was just us living in our small two floor house in the middle of a small muggle town named Berten. My parents are both muggles, but my mum's dad was a wizard so that was where I got my magic from, how I came to be a witch. Notice how I said my father didn't live with us, well when I was young he was never the best dad a kid could ask for. He never paid attention to me or my mum except when he came home from work angry for who knows what reason, then he would start yelling at us for stuff that never made sense. Then when I was 6 I finally showed signs of magic but that was the breaking point for my dad.
I clearly remember the night like it was just yesterday. He was yelling at my mum for going out that day, he accused her of cheating but I knew she would never do that. Being young I didn't understand the argument, I felt myself get angry towards my dad and right in front of their eyes, the glass cup my dad was holding exploded. His hand got cut up from the glass but it made them stop arguing and turned towards me, my dad looked angry and turned towards my mom but she never took her eyes off me. He kept shouting that I was 'one of them' but I didn't understand him at all, then the light hanging from the ceiling exploded too. My dad finally had enough and turned towards me and with a cold stare he told me I was disgusting, worthless…a monster.
Mum slapped him across the face and told him to leave. He wasted no time grabbing anything he would need, I started crying then and since I was young I just knew my father was leaving. Once he went out the door I chased after him yelling for him to come back, mum followed me calling my name telling me to come back inside. He didn't look back as he walked to his car parked on the other side of the street, but he never got to his car.
When he stepped out into the street, he didn't notice there was a car racing down the street. My dad was dead as soon as he hit the ground. I remember running over to his lifeless bloody body, yelling for 'daddy' to come back. Mum never shed a tear. She told me when I was old enough that she never loved him; their parents went way back and arranged their whole marriage. Dad hated magic, I found out when I was 13 that a dark wizard had murdered his parents after he married mum. In turn, he hated mum and her family even though mum wasn't a witch.