Bellatrix's Point of View
My father will always be the person I never wanted to let down. The one person I never really wanted to toy with. From a young age I learned that as a Black I was expected to live up to my expectations: father's expectations. He was cool and collected when within society, but at home he was always mad about something. The house elves, mum's hair style for the day, baby Narcissa's whining, or Andy's toys being in the way. I seemed to be the only thing that made him happy. I used to bring him a small cup of juice and I would set it on this desk. He would say thank you, and that was all the praise I got for the day. The most I got from him. I may have done something right, but doing something wrong got a much bigger emotional stimulus out of him. I learned that the hard way during the summer before my seventh year of Hogwarts.
I'd decided to go and hang out with some of the kids from school, just harmless people like Rabastan Lestrange and Walden McNair. Well it really wasn't that harmless, and I ended up coming home with my clothes on every which way and completely drunk out of my mind. Of course with my luck father caught me walking in, and asked me where I had been. I said that I was just at a friends, he grabbed me by the arm and demanded to know if I was drunk. I replied with a slurred no, and his palm drifted across my face. He had never hit me before, and it came as a surprise. He called me some bad names some I shouldn't even repeat, and then left me there on the middle of the living room floor. I learned one thing that day Cygnus Black was not a man to be toyed with, not even if you were his family.