Andromeda's war 2
My first clear memory was my father torturing a house elf to death because I had been allowed to come to supper with a spot of dirt on my nose.
My older sister Bellatrix was clapping happily with a look of almost ecstasy on her face. My mother was calmly eating dinner. I was banished to my room because I had had the gall to beg my father to stop. After dinner he had come to my room and whipped me repeatedly. I was not allowed out of my room for a week.
I never left my room after that with out checking to make sure I was immaculate. I also never spoke to my father again. It was easy not to speak to him and he apparently never noticed.
My mother never looked or talked to me, except to criticize the way I was dressed or the state of my hair.
The marriage of my parents disintegrated after the birth of my youngest sister and the news that my mother would never have another child. My father openly ridiculed her for never having an heir.
Bellatrix, being our father's clone, made my mother's life hell. After Cissy was born my mother could never control Bella again.
My father hated Cissy and all she stood for. This brought out some latent motherly instinct in mother and Cissy was her child. Cissy was brought up spoiled and willful.
This left me in the middle. Hungry for love and acceptance. I fell in love with every nanny and tutor we had.
I did not know acceptance until I entered Hogwarts at age 11. There I found friends. Friends who did not need me to be perfect to love me.
Bella had her own crowd so she mostly left me alone. Which was fine with me. I studied hard and loved the months at school.
When Cissy entered school she became the belle of the Sltheryn house. Every pure blood boy in school wanted to possess her cool beauty.
I hated returning home. Especially after Voldemort came in to power. Father and Bella were huge supporters of Voldemort.
After she graduated Bella married a man hand picked by father to produce perfect little pure blood death eaters.
After I came of age I never returned home. Apparently I was not missed. I had met Ted by then and knew what love was. I had also figured out that the bile I had been spoon fed as a child was a load of crap.
I married Ted right out of school and we eventually went in to hiding. You see while my family didn't care if I lived or died, the fact that I had married a muggle born put me on their hit list.
Do you know what it is like to know your father and older sister want to kill you? Frankly when my father died in 1979 and then Bella was sent to Azkaban I was relived.
Ted and I could finally live in the real world. We had Nymphadora by then and we had many happy years.
What did my father's pure blood mania and bigotry get him? Absolutely nothing. He wasn't happy with his life. He had a wife who hated him, no sons and two of his three daughters were afraid of him.
What did my mother's attitude get her? She ended up with one daughter in prison, her husband dead, one daughter dead to her and a small room in the mansion of her third daughter's husband. I'm told she died alone and forgotten.
