I held on to the two handed sword and slashed the pathetic stuffed dummy. I growled, and stoppped.
"This is stupid!" I exclaimed. "I've been doing this for a week! What is this even doing?!" I dropped the sword on the ground.
"Patience. You're learning patience until I can find something for you to fight against," Mad-Eye explained. I snarled under my breath, and picked the sword back up.
I started slashing and attacking the dummy once again. Slash, whip, parry. Repeat. Again. And again.
For hours at a time, this was all I was doing. It was slightly boring.
As my evening training ended, I headed to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and you could still see my ribs poking out of the soft, loose green shirt. I sighed and lifted the shirt off my stomach. My stomach had slightly grown back. Sadly, the meals every hour weren't helping. The training was probably turning the fat into muscle. Ick.
I brushed my teeth and spit out the minty toothpaste. I studied my face. My cheeks looked hollowed out, and my face was only skin and bones. My previous weekly meals had only allowed me to not starve to death. They'd keep the girl alive just to torture her.
The dark circles under my eyes had became more prominant. The nightmares left me with no sleep. Everynight, they would leave me shaken up and in hysterics. I never got any sleep.
The only thing left untouched on my face was my eyes. My emerald green eyes that grew dark when I was passionate, but bright as the grass when I had to be strong.
I splashed my face and dried myself off with a soft towel. I decided it was time to go to bed.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my room. I closed the door and climbed into bed.
"You're worthless," he hissed in my ear.
"It's not my fault.." I whispered. My lips trembled as he continued.
"You let Dumbledore die. You deserve to die." Harry Potter appeared in front of me once again.
"No.. he made me.." Tears started streaming down my cheeks. I was no longer stick skinny. It was the same dream. The one I had everynight. Ever since that night.
"No!" He yelled, and slashed the blade across my field of vision.
I woke up, and started crying as always. It was only five in the morning. I was expected to be up when the sun rose. I was shaking and crying as the door of my room opened. I had locked the door.
"Who's there..?" I whispered and grabbed my wand off the nightstand. Tears were still pouring down my face.
"Don't cry," a soft voice told me. I sat up and the room was lit.
I saw a middle aged man with black hair and a soft expression smile up at me. My head was spinning, this wasn't making any sense..
"Dad..?" I said under my breath. He smiled and sat on the bed.
"You've grown up so much." The real Sirius Black was standing in front of me. He was talking to me. It was my dad!
"W-Why are you here?" I spoke softly. He brushed a peice of my light hair behind my ear.
"You look like your mother. But you have my eyes," He told me. "I haven't seen you in so long. Only in the newspapers. My long lost daughter. The Blacks haven't died off yet. Mad-Eye promised me that he would take care of you. Just listen to him, okay?"
"Okay," I whispered.
"As Dumbledore had once told me, 'Don't dream about the past. Dream about the future and hope the future is good.'" His face crinkled as he smiled. He grabbed my head and kissed my forehead.
"Don't leave." My lips trembled as he stood up.
"I need to. When you find the path you need to take I'll come to see you again." He smiled and squeezed my hand. He let go of it and I let out a raspy cry. Tears started trinkling down my eyes again. I whimpered, and he walked out the door.
I awoke two hours later and quickly got out of bed. I had overslept, and the sun was already in the sky. I ripped off the green shirt that I wore yesterday and took off the sweatpants. I wiggled into my size 00 jeans and threw on a long sleeve shirt. I took a belt out of my drawer and tightened it as much as it could go, and growled as they were slipping off my hips. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed my face with icey cold water. I quickly dried it and shook out my hair. I combed my fingers through it and tied it up in a too-sloppy bun.
When I ran downstairs, there was already a table of food set out with my favorite foods. Pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, crumpets, pastries, and apple juice. My mouth watered as I sat down. Mad-Eye wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I tore into the food.
After my third pancake and fourth waffle footsteps came down the stairs.
"So I see the food fairy prepared this for you." I stopped eating with a piece of bacon in front of my mouth, shrugged, and then continued chowing down on the food. After I was done, my stomach was stuffed. The food was so rich and good..
"Do you believe that people can have the ability to see dead people?" I bursted out and asked Mad-Eye. He gave me a weird look.
"It's possible in dreams, or memories. Possibly in flashbacks," He said. I yawned, and slugged in my chair. I wondered when he would notice that I woke up late.
"We're going to be doing something else today. Pack up all of your bags with all of your stuff. All of it." I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a quick shake of his head. "Now."
I went upstairs and packed all of my things that I owned in my backpack. I slung it over my back. I scanned the room, and stopped as a gleaming green caught my eye. I walked over to my nightstand and picked up the emerald green necklace. "It reminded me of your eyes."
I held it in my fingers and packed it into my backpack. I put one of my handguns into my back pocket, and the other in the front pocket of my backpack.
When I walked downstairs, Mad-Eye was holding floo powder in his hands.
"Where are we going?" I asked him. He shook his head, and poured some floo powder into my hands.
"Number four, Privet Drive." He answered. The place rang a bell, but I couldn't think of it. I gave him a funny look, and he nodded to the fireplace. I stepped into the warm coals, and took a deep breath.
"Number four, Privet Drive!" I said loud and clear. I threw the powder down at my feet and I was engulfed by green flames. Instead of appearing in a fireplace, I appeared on the front step of a door.
Face to face with Harry Potter.
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Life of a Black (Sequel to Life of a Malfoy)Fanfiction
You walk away from your life, and leave everything behind. Where does it go? Then, ever so clear, someone puts you right back where your friends left you. The problem is, you can't forgive them for leaving you. Or can I forgive him?