A.N: Warnings: implied rape, miscarriage.
Most of the sibling relationships I've written about in these early members are not necessarily canon, just speculation.
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Misapinoa Black
It wasn't an easy task; to live when your life is so full of hatred and vengeful thoughts. But somehow, I managed to do it.
I never got on with my family too well. My father, Licorus, was away from home a lot, and people often spoke of his affections for other men. He died young, and though he and my mother shared little time together, she seemed to be deeply lost when he died. She sought solstice in her private chambers with a bottle of scotch, and myself and my siblings were left with the nursery maid.
My brothers were disgusting, vindictive little things, but one of them was worse. Arcturus; who my father proclaimed was the 'brightest star in the sky', was only born on this earth to spite me. When he was younger, he didn't offend me. As he was born nine years after me, I was always a lot more mature than Arcturus, but as he began to age, this soon became void. Once he was eighteen and I was twenty-seven and happily married to Jimbo Blishwick, something happened that caused me to learn to fear my younger brother.
I was heavily pregnant when Arcturus attacked me. Almost eight months, with an enormous swollen stomach, but he didn't care.
Jimbo and I had opened our marital home to my brother, as my mother became sick with consumption. He spent many nights drinking; his tongue tuned into the taste of scotch that Mother had spent her widowed years with. He was almost always drunk, but I never imagined he could be so cruel.
How silly I was, to leave my wand in our bedroom whilst I was helping Arcturus to his bed. My pregnancy caused me to be too trusting.
Arcturus, in his drunken stupor, was stronger than my weak frame. He grew angry for unknown reasons, and lunged at me. In the darkness, I tried to fight my brother off, but it was useless. Before the night was out, Arcturus had maimed me and violated me in the most private and personal ways possible.
The shock caused me to lose my child, but the worst part was having to give birth to the still baby at only eight months. It broke mine and Jimbo's heart, and we never had the nerve to create life again.
We both sunk into depression, but Jimbo more than I did. As time passed, my depression moved on, and I felt nothing but anger and pure, undiluted hatred for my younger brother.
I was sixty-seven when I finally found peace. Arcturus and I crossed paths whilst visiting our brother Cygnus. I had not seen Arcturus since that fateful night, and I knew instantly what had to be done.
I shot a killing curse so full of hate at my brother, that sparks flew from all angles of my wand, landing on several Muggles that were walking and riding carriages down the street outside Cygnus' home at Grimmauld Place. Three people died, and Cygnus had to perform memory charms on multiple other Muggles, but I didn't care. I had my revenge.
And now, at one hundred years old, I can finally leave this wretched earth. For many years, the pain was so hard to bear, and I wished that death would sneak up on me in my sleep. But I held out; I persevered.
I'm finally ready to die, taking my dirty secrets with me.