"Have you ever thought that maybe this entire world doesn't revolve around you Black? That maybe some other people have problems to deal with?" After spending years hiding her secrets, Tabitha Thorne is finally realising she can't keep them forever. Mix in the most annoying, big headed jerk by the name of Sirius Black and Tabitha's life starts to fall apart. Not to mention a confusing werewolf and the other Black brother.

Well hello there fellow fanfiction people! Welcome back to my loyal readers and welcome to all you new ones! So I have decided to upload this new story even though I didn't really get much feedback from anyone about it...

But anyways, it's here now so give it a go! Warning: this story is darker than my others, and contains things that some people may not like or find offensive. It's rated M for a reason!

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling therefor I do not own the world of Harry Potter (no matter how much I wish I did). I only own my OC's and the plot line

So I'll shut up now so you can get on with it! Enjoy ;)

So I keep on driving, I'm upset but I keep on smiling,
And when i get knocked down I get back on my two feet and I keep on fighting,
I sacrifice all privacy so I can live my dream what a irony,
 Cus now my reality is far from the place I would like to be - Rescue Me, Skepta

Chapter 1

The silence was louder than any noise could be. The girl in the corner glanced around at the dark room. Coldness surrounded her, as well as the harsh stone walls that made up her prison like surroundings. The damp floor and walls had become the usual for Tabitha that holiday. She shifted slightly to press herself against the corner more and felt the shooting pain go through her arm and shoulder. Dislocated. Again. She didn't utter a cry though incase that brought him down again. He was having a party at the moment with some work friends, and that meant he was probably drunk and less likely to stop if he got started. Tabitha had got used to the regular beatings she had received all her life. In fact these days she barely fought against it. She had learnt that there was no point since he would always win.

She jumped when she heard footsteps coming down the stone steps outside her basement room. She cowered more into the corner as if to hide from the inevitable. When the door creaked open she didn't in fact see the looming face of the person she hate most in the world, instead she saw the pale face of her mother entering the room. "Mum?" Tabitha whispered, her voice breaking from lack of use. Her mother just whimpered and shuffled into the room, closing the door behind her. "What did he do this time?" Her mother came over and sat down next to Tabitha and leant her head on her shoulder while supporting her arm which was covered in bruises.
"I refused to get him another drink." She whispered in a defeated voice. Tabitha stroked her hair as they sat there. She remembered when her mother used to be such a happy lady, always smiling and being the perfect mother. Tabitha had lived the 'perfect life'. They had a giant house, all the clothes she would ever want and was spoiled rotten. Then when she was about 8 she was deemed old enough to be start treated like the upper class person she was. Unfortunately, her father then realised the joys of alcohol and started to mix with some nasty people. Tabitha knew he had always been a cruel person, but the beatings had started when ever he got drunk with his friends. Now they just happened all the time. Her mother got a fair share of the pain, and she had also fallen into depression. The only reason Tabitha stayed in this hell hole was for her mother.

They sat there for the whole night, hoping the whole time that her father didn't come down. They were lucky, he didn't decide to 'pay them a visit' that night. The next morning her mother got up early to make breakfast, leaving Tabitha on her own again in the dingy room. She finally found the energy to check over her body and find what damage had been done. She shuffled forward and stretched out her legs to check them first. They were bruised but nothing more. She then checked her torso and saw the bruising on her ribs which hopefully weren't broken. Then she checked the worst part, her shoulder. It was deep blue and purple with some ugly cuts down the top of her arm but the actual shoulder was sticking out in a weird way. Tabitha winced as she touched it. She took a deep breath, closed her eyed and pushed it. Her cry out as it popped back in was small but it was enough to bring her father down, with her mother trailing after him trying to stop him. He threw open the door and Tabitha shrunk into the corner again.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice. Tabitha just shook her head, too scared to say a word incase it was wrong. Her father then lashed out and slapped her round the face. Her mother whimpered and he turned on her. "Don't you dare make a noise." He then turned back to Tabitha who was holding her hand up to her stinging face. "Now I'll ask again, what were you doing?"
"I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to disturb you." Tabitha knew how to mask her face and voice to not show any emotion. Showing emotion was a weakness which she couldn't have.
"I'm sure you did. You always mean to ruin this you ungrateful freak." He then started to hit her. All through it Tabitha didn't utter a single cry. All she did was wait until it stopped. "Now," Her father said once he had got all of his anger out. "You will go upstairs and get ready for this evening. We are having a party with important people so you will look your best." He then left the room, followed closely by her mother. Only then did Tabitha let a single teardrop escape.

The rest of the holiday went by much the same way. She would constantly be put in the basement for misbehavior, she would go to posh parties where she had to keep a fake smile on her face, then she would be subject to her father's drunken rage. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of returning to her school in September. Hogwarts had always been her escape from this place. There she felt safe, protected, and it was her home. Also she was actually allowed her wand and books, unlike here where they were taken away from her at the beginning of the holiday. On the morning of the 1st of September Tabitha woke up early and grabbed the clothes she had laid out the night before. Her father wouldn't allow her out of the house without smart clothes on because of the paparazzi so she had to wear a white blouse, black pencil skirt, black suite jacket and some very flash black heels. What her father didn't know was that as soon as she had got into London she would change into some more normal clothes before getting to Platform 9 3/4. So she shoved on the clothes then went into her bathroom and did her make up and hair. Once she was finished, Tabitha did one final check to make sure all her bruises were covered up before heading down to where her mother and father would be in the parlor room.

Her father looked her over to make sure she was 'presentable' and once he had finally deemed her acceptable he handed over her wand and trunk. She took them and thanked him politely. "Thank you father. Goodbye." Tabitha made to leave but he grabbed the top of her arm and yanked her back.
"Is that all the farewell we get?" He sneered and she tried hard not to shiver as his alcohol smelling breath hit her.
"Sorry father." She then moved closer and kissed his cheek. She felt disgusted as she stepped away from him again. She then went over to her mother and hugged her gently.
"Be careful mum." She whispered, too quiet for her father to hear. Her mother hugged her back quickly then let go. Tabitha then opened the front door, walked out the house and took in a breath of fresh air. Finally free. She thought as she made her way to the chauffeur driven black car.

Well, that's the first chapter people! I know it's short but I was just introducing Tabitha. The next chapter is much longer don't worry!
So I would love some feedback in the form of a review! If you think it's too dramatic, or not dramatic enough, or if you just want to have a good old rant then don't hesitate to press that little button!
Enough from me.
Until next time friends!

-ellie xox