~Memory 6~

For what must have been the thousandth time in her life, Adara climbed up to the second floor window in an attempt to sneak in. She was a little drunker than usual and completely unaware of the large amount of noise she was creating. She was, however, aware of the other presence in the room and not at all surprised at the sight behind her.

Sitting on the couch was her mother in her tartan dressing gown, practically shaking with rage. Next to her sat her father, also in his nightclothes wearing an expression that Adara couldn't quite define.

Slowly, her mother stood and made her way towards Adara, her piercing green eyes narrowed in fury. Minerva was about 5'7 while Adara was only 5'3 so Adara couldn't help feeling as though her mother was towering over her as she stepped closet, invading Adara's personal space.

Anyone else would have fled from the sight of Minerva McGonagall on the verge of unleashing her largest amount of anger yet, but not Adara. Her fear of her mother had dissolved years ago. The constant anger directed at her had given her a bit of immunity against it so she was certain that tonight wouldn't be much different than any other night. Little did she know that for once, her mother would have back up.

"I can't believe you Adara! Is this how it's going to be every night? Having to wait until 3 in the morning until you come back from god knows where drunk and high?!? What kind of example are you setting for your brother?" Minerva moved closer and closer until Adara felt her back hit the wall and her mother's face was about 4 inches apart from her's.

"I would think that even you would have enough sense not to be walking around in the middle of the night while You-Know-Who is at the height of power. I suppose I underestimated your stupidity."

All the pent up anger and pain in Adara united and unleashed itself with a vengeance as she pushed her mother away from her in an effort to breath and walk to the other side of the room. Opposite of both her mother and father.

"You're one to talk about setting an example! You two who are never here and practically abandon us! Face it; you're a failure as a mother!" she bit back

Minerva opened her mouth furiously, but before she had a chance to reply, Albus stepped in, for once. "How dare you! Adara, you have no right to speak to us that way! We are your parents!"

Minerva stared at her husband in shocked, then shot him a small grateful smile. For once, he was actually taking a part in disciplining their children. Adara, on the other hand, felt quite the opposite. She made this obvious by giving him an icy, cold look.

"No you aren't! All you did was fuck each other and got landed with us. You never gave a shit about us! You cared more about the children in Hogwarts than your own!"

Albus looked taken aback, before he looked over his daughter from head to toe. His eyes swept over her red streaked hair, her thick black eyeliner coating her eyes. His eyes narrowed as he noticed her tight black tube top, leaving nothing to the imagination and her short, tight black skirt, accessorized with boots. By the time his eyes returned to her's, the anger and disgust in them was extremely noticible.

"I don't even know you anymore." He said rather coldly.

"You never knew me to begin with." She replied with venom dripping in her voice.

Albus shook his head, completely furious. "So not only do you disregard everything we say and treat us with absolutely no respect, but you also make up horrid lies."

"Lies? Are they lies, father? Prove it. Tell me, what's my favorite color? My favorite food? My favorite animal? My favorite subject? My best friend? My owl's name? My birthday? Hell, do you even know my whole name?"

Albus stared at his daughter in shock. For in all honesty, her truly didn't know the answer to any of the questions. However, rather then admitting that he was a poor father, he chose to fight back, completely unaware that his next few words to her would be his last to her. Ever.

"That's enough! You will apologize to your mother and me and go to bed!"

"No, that's it. I've had enough with this shit. I'm leaving!" Adara called out as she rushed down the stairs. Albus and Minerva followed right behind her.

"Oh? And where will you go?" asked Minerva, smirking slightly.

"Anywhere! Anywhere is better than this hell hole!" Adara pulled out her wand, summoning her trunk and all her belongings. She walked over to the door and opened it, turning around to say one last thing to her parents.

"One good thing came out of being your daughter. While the rest of the world sees you as a hero and their savior, I know the truth. You're nothing but a bastard!"

She pointed to her mother.
"And she is your prize." She glared at them one last time and left, slamming the door shut in their stunned faces.