Whinburrow lane was a quiet neighborhood. The lawns in front of the freshly painted houses were watered and mowed. The children were perfect and the people were friendly.
Nothing peculiar ever happened on Whinburrow lane. But that was just what the residents of number 14 tried to hide from their neighbors, the peculiar.
The Ponds, a family of three, Chester Pond could be described as a bean pole with sandy blond hair, he was a business man, he sat inside a stuffy building at a boring old desk for hours at a time and he called himself a business man. Chester's wife, Susan was a stout, blonde woman whose pale features were slightly squashed. She would often wear floral dresses which would hurt your brain if you stared at the pattern to long. Chester and Susan had a daughter, Emma. Emma, like her mother and father, had long silvery blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. But Emma, from a early age was a fucking brat. She was the definition of entitlement, if she wanted something she would get it. She had her stupid little parents rapped around her pasty little finger.
But the seemingly perfect Pond family had developed a problem. 15 years ago they had for some unknown, spur of the moment reason decided to adopted a child, on top of the one they already had. At first The family, baby Emma included, were quite thrilled to have obtained a new member. But then the definitely not normal stuff started to happen.
Castelia Dolohov-Carrow was beautiful in an evil way, her dark hair cascaded down her back in waves, and sea green eyes would stare daggers at you if you dared meet them.
When Castelia was five she had a very interesting hobby, she liked to set her sisters dolls on fire. Chester and Susan had tried to put a stop to it numerous times, they even removed all the matches and lighters from the house. But baby Castelia really liked her fires. Emma, when asked how Castelia started the fire, would say she stared at it. Of course no one beloved her.
As Castelia grew older stranger things started to happen. Once at Emma's tenth birthday party she had wished that her sisters extravagant birthday cake would just fall on top of Emma's head, and that's what the cake did. Castelia didn't know how she did it but she had been blamed and of course, punished.
When Castelia was eleven she received multiple letters To schools. Of magic. The Ponds being the perfect snobs they were, were absolutely scared shitless at the idea of Castelia brandishing magic. So after much yelling and threatening and a trip to some crack pot street known as diagon ally, Castelia was shipped of to Beuxbuttons. That didn't last very long Castelia got bored. She was expelled at the end of her third year for breaking into the headmistress office, because she was 'curious'.
With so much exposure to the magical world she belonged in Castelia figured out who she actually was. The daughter of two of the most feared death eaters of all time Antonin Dolohov And Alecto Carrow. She had power and influence, people feared her, and it definitely got to her head. To put it plainly, she was a bitch, and she liked it.
For Castelia fourth year she was sent to a school known as Durmstrang. It was a real fucking bore, and as a grand finale she decided on the last day of classes to steal from the headmaster and burn down the entrance hall, rewarding her with her second ever expulsion!
" what are you doing?" Asked Emma, rudely barging into Castelia room.
The place was a fucking mess. Books and clothes were strewn across the floor, and loose parchment and quills sat beside a large empty trunk.
" I'm packing" sneered Castelia, staring out the window.
" what for?" Asked Emma.
" I'm leaving this pathetic excuse for a family and going someplace far more entertaining tomorrow, remember?" Snapped Castelia, whipping her head around to glare at Emma.
" good, I've been counting down days until miss bitch is gone" said Emma, examining her cuticles.
Castelia remained silent. She didn't really like the idea of her real parents being imprisoned for murdering muggles and following some weird psycho satin dude called Voldemort. But she would much rather be worshiping cult leaders then be stuck in the Ponds house for one more day. To sum it all up Castelia absolutely detested the Ponds.
" fuck off" Castelia growled.
"You know the only reason you're not out on the streets right now is mom and dad are scared of you?" Said Emma, remaining in the doorway.
" they should be scared of me," said Castelia, weaving her wand through her fingers, " one little flick of this stick and you would be dead"
Castelia could kill them if she wanted to. To say the least, she was brilliant, her magical abilities were well beyond her years.
" you don't scare me" mocked Emma, " at least I don't look like I'm constantly high"
" god, I think if I was actually related to you I would throw myself off a building"
" do us all a favor" mumbled Emma.
" What was that?" Asked Castelia, raising her eyebrows.
" I said, at least I'm popular" said Emma.
" What the hell does that have to do with out conversation?" Castelia sneered.
" well I'm just stating a fact," Emma said, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, " I'm sure that at whatever fucked up school you go to you are not popular"
" right..." coincidentally Castelia was one of the most well known witches of the era, " you know, Emma, I've just realized this is the longest you've ever held a conversation, congratulations!" Castelia clapped her hands.
" bitch"
" aww, don't let mummy catch you saying words like that" Castelia mocked.
Castelia could see Emma finally break. Castelia had a skill, it was quite useful really, she was excellent at getting into peoples heads, she was manipulative.
" out, now" snapped Castelia, gesturing to the door.
This time Emma backed out slamming the door as she left.
Castelia stared out the window. She didn't particularly want to go to hogwarts, school didnt challenge her, but anywhere was better than the Ponds residence. Castelia wanted to make this school year different, she wanted to have friends. Burning down entrance halls alone is absolutely no fun. But Castelia knew the odds of anyone actually wanting to come in a twelve mile radius of her where astronomical.
Castelia was an expert at hiding her emotions, she had been doing it all her life. Because to Castelia emotion was weakness , if you don't let anyone in you don't get hurt.
Castelia got up from her place by the window and began packing her trunk. She had read a bit about hogwarts , they had houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, And Hufflepuff, If Castelia ended up in Hufflepuff she was going to hang herself, Castelia wanted Slytherin, the darkness surrounding that particular house fascinated her.
Her parents had both been in Slytherin. She hated her parents, she didn't hate them for leaving her, or killing those muggles, she didn't know why she hated them she just did and if they ever got out of Azkaban Castelia swore she was going to kill them.
Sometimes Castelia worried about her mental state. Being cooped up inside a house with a family that hates you all your life can't be good for the brain. What if her mind just created all this magic stuff as a way to escape reality?
Castelia let out a yelp, she had been so deep in thought that she had accidentally closed her trunk on her hands.
" shit" she breathed.
Castelia glanced out he window, it was quite dark now and no one had called her down to dinner, Castelia suspected this was intentional. She finished packing, and flopped down on her bed
" kill me please" Castelia sighed at the ceiling.
After a few hours Castelia finally drifted off to sleep. This was the most peaceful Castelia ever looked, she often looked like she wanted to murder someone, she walked around like she owned the place. But the truth was that Castelia was really fucking lonely, she had been alone, isolated, all her life and secretly, deep down Castelia Carrow hopped that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would hold the key to a new beginning.