Disclaimer: I don't own harry Potter but I do own this story.
A/N: Sorry for the delay my loyal readers. Here is another chapter for you to enjoy.
Chapter 8
Selesta finally made it to the study noticing that somehow the entire family had shown up to hear about Dumbledore's treachery in her life. She noticed that the study was more like a library with about four floors and books everywhere as far as the eye could see.
" Well, stop gawking at all the books and get on with the story," Samual Grindlewald ground out in a very inpatient voice.
" Alright, alright," she said shaking her ahead at his impatience. She sat down behind the family heads' desk and looked at them all.
" What do you want to know about first?" Selesta asked indulgingly looking at the portraits.
" Where did you grow up?" Hector asked first with a suspicious look on his face.
" Ah, going for the good stuff first, okay. I grew up with muggles because Dumblefuck killed mom after daddy killed James fucking Potter for kidnapping us. Bumbles wanted to make me the perfect pawn so that I would kill daddy. Those disgusting muggles, filthy creatures that they are, despised magic and they hated me the FREAK. I was treated worse than a house elf ever since I turned five, they made me clean, cook and do the gardening every day. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for the first eleven years of my life until I got my Hogwarts letter and it was addressed to Harry bloody fucking Potter."
" Wait, that a boys name isn't it?" Samual asked confused.
Selesta smiled and said, " yes, it's a boys name and I thank Morgana that mom was a genius in transfiguration because she protected me by transfiguring my body into that of a boy until yesterday."
" THAT'S MY GIRL," Garret yelled from his portrait with his fist in the air abandoning all dignity.
All of the portraits laughed at Garret but they all agreed with him, it took a lot of power to change a girl into a boy for that long.
" Wait a minute, you were a boy until last night, these muggles did they every…?" Samual let the question hang.
" No, they didn't rape me but I'm sure if I was a girl at the time they would have gleefully prostituted me to get some money considering how greedy they are," Selesta said with distaste.
" Filthy creatures muggles," Hector said with a shudder.
" I couldn't agree more grandfather but don't worry those muggles will get there fare share of what they have done to me over the years."
" Tell me my dear, are you going to make a 'smashing impression' on them?" Garret asked trying with all his might not to laugh.
" Why, of course, it would be rude of me to not make a 'good' first impression on my 'relatives' she said with a smirk.
All of the portraits laughed at her smirk while Salazar looked as if he had just won the wizards lottery. Salazar looked at her and smiled with so much pride that it was blinding.
" I swear if your eyes start twinkling like that old fools, I will burn your portrait," Selesta said addressing the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
Salazar looked at her with the utmost horror and said," If my eyes ever do that burn my portrait in a muggle oven."
" Will do," she promised from her position on the floor laughing at the mental image of what that would look like. Meanwhile all of the other portraits laughed at the conversation.
Selesta was about to continue his story when she heard a knock on the study door.
A/N: Cliffy, I'm evil.
Guys put the guns and pointy objects down, put them down. You don't want to linch me before I finish do you?
Review, constructive criticism is always welcome.
