Here it is chapter eighteen, I'm on half term so I should have more time to write, please remember to tell me what you think

Chapter eighteen: Castor's POV

My legs were working against me, carrying me away from everything I thought I knew, everyone I thought cared for me who sat among the mass of sullen faces in the Great Hall.

Had I been living a lie? Had I built up my trust in my relationships with my friends only to have it broken? I'd allowed myself to love, to trust and yet again I found myself lying outside, cold and broken, my heart had been smashed again.

My hands stroked the walls as I began to shake, the walls that felt like the sandpaper skin of the castle, of the hellish maze which contained me and my demons, trapping me only to be tormented.

I continued to walk, torch lights flickered past my eyes, illuminating various spots on the wall or floors of the castle. It felt cold and I shivered, hugging myself as a way to protect myself from my emotions, as though I could keep it all caged in and forget the pain that was brewing inside me.

"Castor," the voice was quiet but it shot through me like a ghost. I turned round and my eyes found her, the one person who had stuck with me, who had looked at me, who had wanted to truly comfort me.

"L-Luna…," I whispered but my legs continued to work against me, I flung myself forward and into her arms. She wrapped her hands around me and drew soothing circles into my back as I did my best not to choke up and release all my pain onto her.

"Your nothing like them… you're the sweetest kindest person I know. Anyone who doesn't see that is blind, anyone who doesn't see what I see doesn't know you like I do," she whispered into my ear, her words were melodic and they managed to lift my melancholy mood somewhat. She pulled me in tighter as I wrapped my arms around her waist and gazed into her eyes, I searched her for any sign that she wasn't telling the truth, that she didn't care about me as much as it appeared. I found none. How could a girl like Luna like a guy like me? A worthless pathetic excuse for a wizard.

I was so lucky to have someone like her in my life, someone who always knew what to say, how to put a smile on my face and make all the darkness fade away.

"Fabian and Colin… they called themselves my friends and they couldn't even say anything to me… I saw the looks on their faces," I spat, feeling my anger flare up again as I leapt away from Luna.

"They… I don't need them," I growled, the words hurt me, the truth that whatever we had, or whatever I thought we had was now lost, it was just a lie, a joke. I clearly hadn't meant as much to them as they had meant to me, I wasn't close enough to them for them to come running after me like Luna had done, for them to even give me a little smile saying it's all okay, to tell me that its fine. Even though I'd wanted more than just someone's sympathetic smile that would have been a start but they couldn't even bring themselves to do that.

"I'm sure they don't think you're like your parents… it was just a bit of a shock that's all," she smiled but I was too far gone to let even her smile wash over me and calm me down, all the things that usually worked were not working now.

"A bit of a shock? Really? Sure it was for me… but for them? Did they not think that I needed my friends to help me through this? No, all they cared about was themselves… couldn't even bloody look at me! I can understand that maybe they were shocked for a little while and although I was angry about it then, if they'd come running after me like you just had… if they'd shown the slightest sign that they were bothered about how I felt and not just themselves I would be okay. If they didn't just act like everyone else, giving me looks of sympathy but being too afraid to act on it, or just being afraid of me," I roared, I was in a rage now and I knew that it would take a lot to calm me down. Sirius had told me of my mother having untameable tantrums, especially during her teenage years, she'd throw things, punch stuff. Sirius had said that it was terrifying and I found myself becoming more like her each day, I found my rage being released. I didn't want to be like them, like my parents but there wasn't much I could do, I had been betrayed by those that I held in my heart and I was hurting so it was understandable.

"Luna… I need to be alone… I don't want you to see me like this," I nodded sternly as that dark glint entered my eyes, she gave a small smile and squeezed my hand before nodding to confirm that she understood and didn't mind.

"Come find me when you need me," she whispered, it felt bad seeing her walk away but I couldn't let her see my pure animalistic side, I couldn't let her experience this new found rage that rippled through me like venom. It crippled me as I saw red and stormed through the castle, I finally found what I was looking for, the room of requirement.

My fingers slowly opened the door as I clasped the handle a bit too tight, I slammed it behind me and the noise echoed throughout the big ominous room.

A mirror appeared in front of me and I slowly passed over to it, I touched my pale face, fearing the reflection that I saw there. My violet eyes were ablaze with rage, you could barely recognise me from before, I looked changed, so much more like my mother than I would wish to ever see. The eyes held a demonic mad rage that appeared unstoppable and I was sure would strike fear into most people's hearts… it still didn't excuse everyone that I called my friends being afraid of me, they should know the real me.

My eyes were sunken in and dark rings had formed around them, this was the mark of many sleepless nights where I'd been plagued by nightmares, horrific and cruel.

My lips flickered up into a cruel smirk, just like my fathers I thought, "If you're not with me, you're against me," I growled, howling at the room as though someone could hear me.

The mirror disappeared and I found a cupboard standing alone in the centre of the room, I had a strange feeling, as though I knew what was inside.

I cast a spell and the lock slowly began to turn, making a creaking sound as it did so, I snarled viciously.

"COME ON!" I screamed into the darkness, torch lights illuminated all at once on the black walls and the room was illuminated.

Yes, there it was… a boggart.

It began to whirl and twitch, just as I knew it would, it only took a couple of seconds before it came to life, the clicking of heels and a cruel demonic laugh filled my ears as I forced myself to stare into its eyes, into… her eyes: my mother's eyes.

She was standing there, a snigger on her lips, her hair was wildly strewn about the place, the same as it was in the pictures. Her features were even more gaunt and sunken in then any picture and she looked almost ghost like she was so pale. She still retained that haughty pureblood look though and she had her chin raised up in the air, as though she was assured of her own self-importance.

Then her shrill voice cut the air like a knife, "YOU DARE TO CALL YOURSELF A BLACK? A LESTRANGE? MY SON… YOU ARE WORTHLESS… NOTHING! I BET YOU CAN'T EVEN CAST AN UNFORGIVEABLE! YOU SHOULD BE TAKING YOUR PLACE AMONG PUREBLOOD SOCEITY, NEXT TO MY GREAT LORD… AS YOU ARE REQUIRED TO DO AS MY SON… AS A PUREBLOOD! I WILL NOT HAVE A FILTHY BLOODTRAITOR AS A SON!" She screeched, her voice was deafening and I knew that all the rumours were right, Bellatrix Lestrange had been taken over by madness. It had ravaged her in Azkaban and broken her, only to build her up and make her stronger and more of a violent psychopath.

I felt someone sick as I looked at the woman who looked so much like me, it was like looking in the mirror there were so many similarities.

My hand shook as I said the spell, wash away all your fears, you are better than this. You are strong, you are a Lestrange, you are a Black… act like it.

"R-Riddikulus," I whispered and then I heard it, the sound of a whip cracking and then I looked again. Bringing my eyes away from the floor, she was wearing a pink salmon coloured fluffy dress and her hair was in high pink tails, her face had been plastered with bright red lipstick and tons of blusher.

I let out a slight laugh, then a snigger and then that was it, I was doubled over cackling.

Then it was gone and an armchair appeared which I gladly plopped down in. If I could defeat her in boggart form it was just one step towards achieving my goal, my goal of destroying the source of all my pain and troubles… my parents. The only thing was… would I be able to stand against them when we finally met face to face? Or would the emotion… would it all come crashing down and would the task prove too great?

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