Chapter 2 – The Family
Disclaimer: Oh my Goodness!! I forgot to put one of these on my last chappie, so this goes for chapter 1 as well ok? I don't own any characters of the Harry Potter franchise, JKR or Warner Brothers does. Nutty Uncle Hernando however is mine!!
When I was a little kid, only six years old, my whole family would come to my house on weekends. That means aunts, uncles cousins...the whole crew. Always I'd try to hide in my room, but my mother would catch me every time. Then she'd drag me kicking and screaming down the stairs by my hair. I think she just wanted to get her hands on it. Everyone did. Nutty Uncle Hernando would walk into the house, and make a beeline straight for me (I resent the shine my hair had then). He'd never shake my hand or give me a hug, oh no...he had to ruffle my hair, nearly taking my head off in the process. I'd have whiplash for a week. Then there were my cousins – Bellatrix and Narcissa. The only thing I enjoyed about them coming over was seeing how jealous they were when they saw my jet-black head. Hehehehe. Of course, eventually they'd catch me, and fawn over my hair, not me. They would drag me into the guest room (notice my mother would never look for me then!) and do all sorts of terrible girly things to me...brush my hair, put it in crazy styles they thought were "cute". I still have nightmares about those weekends...
And then my little brother Regulus was born. Great, another psycho to add to the wizarding gene pool. I swear I'm the black sheep of this family, or should I say "white sheep. So, I have a little brother, a little drool machine. But with shinier hair!! Finally, someone else to skive off the attention. Being in the family limelight really affects your outlook on things you know? Makes you very sarcastic...blasted overbearing family, always screeching about Durmstrang. I'm getting off track. I had a brother!! Sadly, I still had to enjoy two more wonderful years of head massage, but once Regulus was old enough to be manhandled, I was off the hook! I could just sit in the corner and suffer the attacks of Nutty Uncle Hernando and his stories about "the older days" and flying to school through thorn bushes and dragon pits against the wind both ways in his father's pyjamas. Just nod, smile, and slooowly back away. And then he'd continue talking to the cat. Then I could sneak up into my room, and ickle Regulus-kins. Would suffer. Mwahahaha!!
This continued until he was five, and I got my letter to Hogwarts. Not Durmstrang, as my father like to remind me, but Hogwarts. Oh well, I'd meant Professor Dumbledore a few times before and he seemed like a pretty good man. So my parents threw a going-away party, with all my relatives. Uncle Hernando got a little tipsy, and thankfully was led away. So all in all, the party was the best of my life at that point. No whiplash, and only a little petting. And best of all – I was leaving! By the time I was eleven I hated my house, my parents kept sinking deeper into the Dark Arts, and I wanted no part, neither thankfully, did my little brother. But oh well, that didn't matter; I was getting out of there! I spent the whole day at Diagon Alley with Regulus, and ate so much ice cream I could've passed out. Just like Nutty Uncle Hernando. Ooo, I pray that's not genetic.
Ok, I know this was short but my next chapter will be longer. Thanks to the 2 people who reviewed :D But like so many others, I could really use some suggestions, I've got the whole story planned out, but how can I improve on my writing? Please review!