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Chapter 3- Facing The Past

Still seething with anger, I took my seat in my History of Magic class. Professor Binns, the dull ghost who hadn't even let death bar him from teaching, stood up to give his lecture for the day. As he droned on, I drifted off into my own world. I started to think of some of the times Evanthe had gotten what I had wanted.

Flashback

I was five, yet unloved. Five is a crucial age where parents should nurture their children, but I was neglected. I was the weed, while Evanthe was the rose. All my parent's love went directly to Evanthe, the beautiful one. I didn't understand their reasoning behind this for quite a while. Luckily, I did gain one thing from their lack of attention, independence at an early age that many children are usually denied of.

My only friend was Ms. Rainier, my elderly, widowed neighbor. My parents would send me over to her house to help out and get me out of their sight for a few hours, while Evanthe would be able to go to Diagon Alley with Mum. Mum would always buy Evanthe the extravagant, expensive jewelry and beautiful designer dress robes, while I would get the plain clothing, but not because money was not a problem for my family. It was quite the opposite.

Our ancestry is an old line full of only the finest purebloods. Surrounded by beautiful witches, and successful wizards, I was the family disgrace. I contained neither beauty nor the genius characteristic to our family, and therefore, I was shunned. My family planted the idea in my brain that I would never amount to anything. This was greatly depressing for a child of only five.

In a world full of arrogant wizards, Ms. Rainier was my only confidante. She had a kind heart, and would listen to my troubles. In return I would help her with small tasks. This time, I was cleaning out her attic. As I was removing books from some boxes, I noticed a brightly colored alphabet book. This sparked my curiosity.

I went to Ms. Rainier, and asked her if she would teach me how to read.

"I'm a little busy, Erimentha dear, but you can try yourself, and if you have any questions, I would be more than happy to help." She said.

This is how my education started. Soon I was effortlessly reading easy level books. However, Evanthe noticed my sudden literacy.

"What are you doing?" she asked me one day.

"Reading," I replied distracted by my book.

Evanthe pouted, "When did you learn how to read?"

"When Ms. Rainier taught me, " sadly that last remark was about to cost me.

Evanthe threw one of her fits, stating that it wasn't fair that I could read while she couldn't. My mother, who couldn't bear to see her precious daughter overshadowed by the outcast, immediately got Evanthe an English tutor. My mother forbid me from going to Ms. Rainier's house ever again.

I was going to try to go, anyways, but Ms. Rainier's untimely death three days after my mother's new rule stopped me from going. It was then that I stopped trusting people so easily. I was angry with Ms. Rainier for leaving me when I needed her.

End of Flashback

A loud snore emitted from Ronald Weasley, who was unfortunately sitting directly in front of me, jolted me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, at Professor Binns' oblivion.

A snore with the intensity of the previous one would be sure to get the attention of a teacher, but everyting would pass by Binns. I tried to focus on his speech on the giant wars. However, I found myself drifting off into dreamland once again.

Flashback

I was now ten, and I had learned to channel my frustrations into a wonderful thing called music. On my daily strolls, I happened to wander by a music store. At this time I happened to be particularly angry, as Evanthe had gotten her way once again, this time with that boy next door I had a small crush on. I felt like punching something.

I glanced inside the music store, and the first thing I laid eyes on was a glorious drum set. It was miraculous that I happened to see it at that particular moment, or I would have never gathered enough courage to walk inside the store and buy the drum set. However, I must have done something right, for I was able to go in and buy the drums.

For the next few weeks, I would not respond negatively to any of Evanthe's attempts to provoke me. When I felt angry, I would go into my room and drum. My parents never had any idea that I had hidden a drum set in my room. My house was large enough that no one could hear me from my wing. My family also avoided my wing as often as they could, so my seclusion proved to be an immense advantage.

As always, my period of bliss did not last for long. Evanthe wandered into my wing to find a new way to vex me. This was a very inconvenient time, as I was playing my drums at that time. Evanthe went off to complain, and ended up getting rewarded with voice lessons, while I was forbid to play the drums. I still continued to practice in secret.

Evanthe was a horrible singer, and it wasn't just sibling rivalry that biased my judgment, it was a fact. However, doting parents can be oblivious to their child's flaws. So, with my parent's encouragement, Evanthe continued to sing everywhere, at dinner, in the shower, in shops.

One day, Father invited the Weird Sisters' agent over for dinner. I was very excited, but all my father could talk of was my sister's "talent."

It was either "Evanthe is such a marvelous singer," or, "She has been getting the attention of many record labels," which of course, was a completely fabricated.

Finally the agent succumbed, "Really, can I hear her sing?"

So Evanthe started singing one of her favorite songs, but before she could finish, the agent started laughing. I, of course, was laughing along with him.

"That was a good joke,Vincent." The agent said smiling.

My father feigned a smile, but his eyes stated otherwise. He seemed to be furious that the agent had insulted his favorite daughter. My father had punished me. He justified his reprimand by saying that if I had never started the drums, Evanthe would have never suffered this huge blow to her self-esteem. I however did not care. For once, Evanthe did not win.

End of Flashback

I smiled at this thought goofily, as the bell rang. I quickly made my way out of the classroom, happy that I was in a good mood, but it wasn't going to last for long, For I saw a very disturbing sight outside.

I almost didn't update today, but I decided it's been to long since the last time I have updated. I'm going to try to update again Monday as a Memorial Day gift, but don't get your hopes up too high, because I don't have the next chapter planned out yet, but it is going to contain Erimentha confronting Evanthe.

Thanks to Barbossa'sApples and Warrior of Tortall for reviewing.

Freya Racinna- Great to hear you like my story so much. The character's name is Erimentha, which means collector of thoughts and determined protector if you wanted to know. Evanthe means flower, a little ironic since I didn't notice this until after I compared her to a rose.

Absh- Yes boy's can be complete idiot's, but without them the world wouldn't be so interesting.