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Rowling! (Note: '**' indicates a flashback)
Daddy Chapter One
Marcus Flint had never been a happy person. He had been to hell and back and no one knew it. No one needed to know, and no one ever would. Marcus was too ashamed to tell anyone about his childhood. It hurt him to remember. He vowed to take the truth to his grave no matter what.
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Quidditch practice. It was the only thing that Marcus really cared about. He loved the feeling of the wind at his back when he would kick off into the sky. When he was in the air, nothing mattered to him. Not school, not family, nothing. When he flew, he was untouchable.
"Flint! Come on! Quidditch practice is over! Adrian Pucey yelled to the sky. "We're gonna be late for class and it's going to rain soon!"
Marcus loved the rain; especially thunderstorms. For him, rain was a cleansing process. It washed away all that was bad and made everything good again.
"I'll be down in a few minutes! I'll meet you later!" Marcus shouted down to Adrian. Adrian just shrugged and walked off towards the castle.
"Marcus flew higher into the endless grey mass that was the sky as it started to rain. As the rain continued to fall, the memories of Marcus's less than perfect childhood came flooding back to him.
**"Daddy no! Daddy I'm too tired! I can't work anymore!" a younger version of Marcus screamed in terror. He had accidentally knocked over one of his mother's favorite lamps and broke it. His father made him wash each and every floor and window in the manor. The sting of the whip that Marcus' father used was what made him keep working. The nine-year-old boy's smooth, pale back was covered in scars and bruises from the whip and other various objects that the boy's father used whenever he felt that the young boy needed a good fixing. Living with his father was what made Marcus bitter. He tormented people because of his own insecurities.
"You will finish your work and you will do a damn good job or I'll make you do it all over again!" his father yelled. That was motivation enough for Marcus, and he finished his work as soon as humanly possible while still doing a good job.
"D-daddy . . ." the young boy stammered, "I-I finished my work."
"Good. Now, get out of my sight you pathetic little fool before I beat you." His father spat. Marcus nodded and ran off quickly to lock himself in his room until the next morning.**
"Flint! Flint what in the hell do you think you're doing!? Flint! FLINT!" a familiar voice screamed, interrupting Marcus' thoughts. It was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. Marcus rolled his eyes as he flew to the ground. He swung his left leg over his broom and stomped off before Oliver could say anything to him.
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Daddy Chapter One
Marcus Flint had never been a happy person. He had been to hell and back and no one knew it. No one needed to know, and no one ever would. Marcus was too ashamed to tell anyone about his childhood. It hurt him to remember. He vowed to take the truth to his grave no matter what.
- - - - -
Quidditch practice. It was the only thing that Marcus really cared about. He loved the feeling of the wind at his back when he would kick off into the sky. When he was in the air, nothing mattered to him. Not school, not family, nothing. When he flew, he was untouchable.
"Flint! Come on! Quidditch practice is over! Adrian Pucey yelled to the sky. "We're gonna be late for class and it's going to rain soon!"
Marcus loved the rain; especially thunderstorms. For him, rain was a cleansing process. It washed away all that was bad and made everything good again.
"I'll be down in a few minutes! I'll meet you later!" Marcus shouted down to Adrian. Adrian just shrugged and walked off towards the castle.
"Marcus flew higher into the endless grey mass that was the sky as it started to rain. As the rain continued to fall, the memories of Marcus's less than perfect childhood came flooding back to him.
**"Daddy no! Daddy I'm too tired! I can't work anymore!" a younger version of Marcus screamed in terror. He had accidentally knocked over one of his mother's favorite lamps and broke it. His father made him wash each and every floor and window in the manor. The sting of the whip that Marcus' father used was what made him keep working. The nine-year-old boy's smooth, pale back was covered in scars and bruises from the whip and other various objects that the boy's father used whenever he felt that the young boy needed a good fixing. Living with his father was what made Marcus bitter. He tormented people because of his own insecurities.
"You will finish your work and you will do a damn good job or I'll make you do it all over again!" his father yelled. That was motivation enough for Marcus, and he finished his work as soon as humanly possible while still doing a good job.
"D-daddy . . ." the young boy stammered, "I-I finished my work."
"Good. Now, get out of my sight you pathetic little fool before I beat you." His father spat. Marcus nodded and ran off quickly to lock himself in his room until the next morning.**
"Flint! Flint what in the hell do you think you're doing!? Flint! FLINT!" a familiar voice screamed, interrupting Marcus' thoughts. It was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. Marcus rolled his eyes as he flew to the ground. He swung his left leg over his broom and stomped off before Oliver could say anything to him.
A/N: I hope that wasn't too bad! Please R/R for more chapters!! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!