The Most Ancient and Noble House of Wyvern while not part of the Sacred 28 is still highly regarded within Wizarding Society. They have a heavy hold over the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures within the British Ministry of Magic and internationally. Members of this family possess the unique ability to converse with dragons called Gorseltongue.

I can already tell some people might think I've written this very plainly and Cedella like a 'Mary-Sue'. That's kinda because I am a Mary-Sue, I think about life very blandly and factual rather than with the emotional attachments, I recall events as they are without how they made me or others feel. I'm quite detached from my emotional state and it's taking me a long time to become familiar with it again.

Being like this, I was told was quite common for girls with autism, we mask very well and they tend to have mental breakdowns in our teens to early twenties after many years of masking which has completely destroyed our emotional and mental states.

I'm trying to write this as how I generally recall events in my life, I tend to leave a lot of room for interpretation as I just want to talk and run away after cause it was overwhelming.

On Tuesday the 11th March 1980, Cedella Imani Rowle was born to Kyndall Rowle nee Wyvern and Bohemond Rowle, the third of would-be four children.

She was a quiet child. Preferring to sit in the corner and stare at the other children instead of playing with them. A common Welsh Green hatchling sat in her lap, purring as her hands scratched at its scales.

Her eyes were dead, and they stared into your soul, her face impassive, and whenever she did speak, her tone was monotone—rarely changing pitch.

"Is your daughter...alright?" Bulstrode Sr. sipped from his glass of wine as he nodded in the direction that Cedella had cornered herself in, behind the large plant that Kyndall had purchased from her last extended trip to her family in Jamaica.

"Yes, she's just shy." Bohemond's voice was strained as he narrowed his eyes at his daughter.

"It's unbecoming of your Heir to be shy." Lucius sniffed, turning back into the conversation, his long platinum hair swished in the ponytail resting on his shoulders.

Bohemond thinned his lips as he was reminded of his current predicament; Kyndall had gotten Agape and Aidan heavily involved in the Muggle World, much to his distaste that Aidan didn't want to be the Heir anymore. So he had named Cedella the next Heir even though he had hoped for a boy. But it was no issue; he could still mould her to be the perfect Head of the family; he'd have to bet on people doubting her and assuming since she was a woman. Perhaps he could marry her off to another Noble House and let her husband take over the business.

He glanced over at where the children were playing; Draco shrugged off Pansy, who was hanging off him; he turned his nose up in the air and arms folded as he walked off to sit by the Areca Palm. It only took him a few seconds to feel Cedella's eyes on him.

An arranged marriage would work out well.

"I thought I told you to talk with your peers at the next party?" Cedella shrunk in on herself.

"I-I'm sorry, they were loud an-"

"Speak up! And look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The four-year-old bit into her lips as she forced herself to look at his intense brown eyes with tears.

"Please don't shout, it hurts."

Bohemond glared at her and clutched onto her wrist; his grip was tight as he tugged it up.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO IT! AND STOP CRYING, CEDELLA; IT'S UNBECOMING!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHU-"

"STUPEFY!"

And all she knew was darkness.

She woke up just in time for breakfast the next day, Agape tapping her and getting her ready in a rush. She was surprised to see Kyndall that morning; she was often out late with friends or working at the Ministry, she was rarely home.

Bohemond and Kyndall were arguing as she and her older sister walked in; her head was pounding from the noise; it felt like it was going to split open.

"She's four Bohemond. She's still a child!"

"You don't see the other four-year-olds hiding in the corner looking like a Dementor!"

"She's shy-"

"You use that excuse all the time! Maybe she would be normal if she actually had her mother around!"

"I'm busy at work! You know that!"

"You're not setting a good example for her. All she's seeing is that she can just run away and hide when it gets too much. If she's going to be my Hier, she needs to stand her ground!"

"She's not just your Hier but your daughter too!"

Cedella started crying, hands over her ears as she slammed her head on the table.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

"STOP BEHAVING LIKE A BABY!"

"ENOUGH BOHEMOND! Let's...talk in private." Kyndall's face was tinged with a slight look of disgust and relief when Bohemond lowered his wand and whipped around to face her. Kyndall looked Cedella in the eyes for the first time; Bohemond grabbed her wrist and dragged her off, a pitiful whine left the woman's lips.

Nine months later, Dana Caprice Rowle was born.

Cedella taught Dana everything she knew. How to smile politely (she had practised for a month in the mirror till it was foolproof). How do avoid their father when he is in one of his moods. Kyndall was around even less now; she avoided Cedella and Dana like they were the plague. So one of the elderly dragons helped her, and the twins raised Dana; his name was Gandril. He'd growl less than pleasant things about Bohemond when he thought they weren't listening.

Whenever they did dine with their father, he'd yell at their manners and demand they stop speaking Gorseltongue as it was unbecoming. She didn't like the training she had to do to represent the family. It was draining. Every night she would sneak out of her room to cuddle with the hatchlings; they didn't mind and didn't ask questions. It went on like this for years.

Until finally.

She felt like she could breathe again.

No one knew how it started or what led it to escalate, but they're glad it did. Kyndall had joined them for dinner for the first time in years. She was different. Her eyes were cold as she stared at Bohemond in disinterest. Agape and Aiden choked on their food when she stood her ground for once. Bohemond didn't like that.

"I am your husband and the Head of this family. You do as I say." His voice was low, and his wand sparked in his hand.

"No."

Multiple claws clicked on the wooden floor.

"Kynda-"

"I've been to therapy. Not that you would know. My therapist recommended that I divorce you, but that wouldn't satisfy me." A smile spread across her lips as she tilted her head in her hand. "It's about time I stood my ground, grow a spine and defend what's mine. It's... it's time I actually become a mother and look after my children. I've been a horrible parent to them. And it's about time I get rid of you." Malinda purred from behind Kyndall, a tongue dragging across her barred teeth.

"Y-you can't get rid of me." Bohemond stood up from his seat; his voice quivered as he started to realize the reality of his situation.

"Why not?" Cedella blinked at him.

He bumped into the snout of Chinese Fireball.

"You won't be able to get away with this, this will be the first place the Auror's check, and they'll send you to Azkaban you bitch!"

Gandril didn't like that. Neither did the rest of the scaly residents.

Kyndall threw her head back and laughed. Cedella thought her mother had never looked more beautiful; with flushed cheeks and a glimmer in her hungry arctic eyes, she balanced her head between her hands; a smile of more teeth than lips graved her features. "Oh honey, that's if they can find the body~."

Dana clapped twice. "Dinner time~."

And the mass descended on the man; his screams amused the family as they carried on with their meal.

Bohemond Rowle was announced missing a week later. Auror's came and searched the whole house, autopsies were performed on the dragons, but they found nothing. They didn't need to know that the dragons had left in that week, and new ones had arrived to replace them. A month into the investigation and Bohemond Rowle was announced dead. The funeral was short; they shed very few tears.

Two years later Cedella Imani Wyvern started to attend Hogwarts.

I've laid the ingredients and instructions, you guys bake the cake?