Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so it's probably going to be bad, but we'll see how I do.
Disclaimer: All rights to JK Rowling. She is queen and owns all of these characters... I am but a peasant.
Chapter 1: My House
This is right before he meets Lily- so he's like 9 years old.
The blood-curling screams of my mother were too much for me. He could do whatever he wanted to me, but when he touched her, that's when it broke me. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and let the tears pour down. God, if father saw them he'd go mad.No, its not my father: not really. It's the alcohol. That's what did this to him-to us, our family.
But I couldn't remember a time when he wasn't drunk. I've seen pictures of a happy family before, when I was a baby, but not since the age of two. After he found out mom was a witch, he went livid- he took it out on her; and then when he discovered I was wizard (mom could only hide my accidental magic for so long), he took it out on me as well.
After a few minutes the screams stopped. Good. She must be unconscious-he usually stops then. When he didn't come into room after awhile, I realized I was safe- for tonight. I got ready for bed, taking off my shirt, and looking at my newest bruises on my side. That was from earlier today. I was helping mom out around the house and he just lost it. I'm not exactly sure why he loses it anymore. I rubbed it a little and winced: it hurt.
I quickly got dressed and crept into bed. I didn't want to wake dad up, in case he was sleeping. I shut my eyes and fell into a-luckily-dreamless sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of a loud bang. I guess he's up already. I ran down the stairs to see what the commotion was.
Author's note: I know it's a really short chapter, but they'll get longer as I keep going. This could go in two different directions but I'm not quite sure yet which one I'd like to take. Keep in mind this is my first time writing fanfiction so its supposed to be a learning process. Please review and tell me what I can do better ;)