"No, I will not go, Mom!" She growled at me as I argued against her. She muttered, "This is getting explosive! At this rate, you are going to blow up the house!" I turned away from her, "Mom, I am not going to go. I don't need to go." I stormed from the house, and went to my own 'secret' place. I'd always had an old, broken down shack that nobody liked to go to. I kind of came here every time I went crazy with anger or fear. Mom was right about one thing. I might just explode the whole house someday, at this rate. So many people can actually help me to get angry and use my magic. I usually didn't know what I was doing until everyone saw it. Nobody forgets around here, and so I'm not allowed to...go anywhere. I am literally tortured every time I go into a restaurant or anywhere around here. I'm the freak. I'm the one who nobody likes, yet is always there to torture and hurt every day.
I'm lost. I can't feel anything. My feelings have been gone for...months. It's impossible for me to feel any types of emotions. I can't feel happy, scared, disgust, anger, or even perplexed. I can't feel disappointed or anxious. Mom doesn't know, and I must have always been the one that always kept it secret, but I never have felt anything...ever since that day. It had been a terrible day. But, I won't get into it now. Sitting on the floor, I realized I wasn't alone. A man with scraggly, brown hair and brown eyes was staring at me from across the room. I should've been scared, but I was more curious than worried. I took a step towards him, and he looked a little bit bugged by that. I smiled at him, and said, "Hello. My name is Hazel. Hazel Black...what's your name?" He opened his lips, "Your mother said you'd be here. Hazel, it's me...your Dad." I froze...
"You're...who now?"
I stared at...Dad...and muttered, "You can't be. Mom said you were in England." He smirked, "Well, I know one thing. You got your Hogwarts Acceptance letter, and you don't want to go. I can change this, though." I growled, "How? By using magic?" He shook his head, "No." I smirked at him, pretending that I could feel the annoyance that one usually would have. He frowned, "You're annoyed." I nodded, "Yes, I am. You come back after...years...and then tell me that you can change my mind without using the one thing I thought was interesting in the stories. Your magic." He muttered, "I'm sorry, Hazel." I shook my head, "I'm done, dad. Really, I can live like this. I don't want to go to Hogwarts."
He shook his head, "It's alright. Really, we should go home and talk about this. First, though...I must talk to your mother about something beforehand. Is that alright, honey?" I shrugged, and muttered, "Fine." He nodded sagely, "Good girl." That ticked with me. I don't like being called that. I just...don't.
I glared at him, "You will not call me that, though." He looked at me with a strange look in his eye, "Just one question, then?" I nodded, and he asked, "If you're not a good girl, then what are you really? I noticed you walked towards me when you didn't know me."
Wow. He couldn't pick up on the simplest point. "I'm a freak. I like to be my normal, weird self. Goodbye, though. You should leave if you don't want my magic to hurt you." He raised his eyebrows incredulously as he said, "Well, then, I'll have to drag you home, you little rascal, you." I growled, "You will. Not."
Something inside me knew he would win this one, though.