Father, Dad this word probably means a lot to you but to me it means pain. My father Sirius Black is a nice man to other people at least. To me he was cold he thought of me as a extra person that came into his life without asking for his opinion. So...
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Y/N POV I have just gotten home from the end of 4th year just wanting to relax and read some romance and fantasy novels. I loved romance and fantasy it was like I could be in a perfect world someone has created for me that I can enjoy, like falling in love, having the perfect family..... I was quickly snapped out of my day dream by my father Sirius Black "Where's Harry? Is he alright?". "Yes he is he's just with the other 2 Ron and Mione" I replied to my father as the large door swung open hitting me in the head "owww!" I yelled "oops sorry" Harry apologized as in my father he couldn't care less. He was to busy giving Harry a hug.
All I did was scoff and rolled my eyes "hey young lady don't give Harry that attitude apologize now!" father snapped "he hit me first!" I yelled rubbing the back of my head giving Harry a glare. My fathers eyes widen as he stared at me pointing up the stairs I knew what that meant 'time out'. I scoffed while grabbing my bags running up the stairs into my room, slamming my door.
I couldn't help but feeling hurt and betrayed by my father, he never pays attention to me. I was always alone no matter what was happening. I get the fact that he was inseparable from his good buddy James Potter even though he died a few years ago. My father had went to his grave and cried making a promises on how he would keep Harry safe and raise him like his own. Still that doesn't give him the right to treat me like absolute crap.
While I was unpacking I herd the door open I turned to see him, the one I despise and the one that gave me pain, Harry Potter and my father. "Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically "yes you can by moving everything of yours out so Harry can move into your room" my father said not even looking at me like I was a disappointment.
"WHAT! You can't just ask me to move out of my room and plus this is moms old room and this is the only thing that reminds me of her!" I yelled "y/n stop and I did not ask I'm telling and do as I say and never. Ever. Mention your mom again. You understand!" Father spat pausing in between words like he was so scary of something. He never let me mention my mom to be honest, I don't even know who she is. According to my father she left us for something better, but I still like to remember her because I want to believe that I actually once had a mother figure in this house. I rolled my eyes at both of them and Harry just stood there not caring a single bit of what's happening "then atleast give me a good reason" I said sternly crossing my arms. "Well Harry is getting older now he is going into his 5th year and he deserves the second most biggest room in the house and your only what in second year going into third?" Father said looking straight into my eyes this time.
Did he not know what age I am? Did he not pay attention to anything? I started feeling tears slipping out of my eyes. "Second year? Third year? I can not believe you right now! I am the same bloody age as Harry! Well I guess you wouldn't know because all you talk about is Harry this Harry that! And you don't even bother to look at me! Or even ask how my year when you just only ask your son! Wait you don't have a son you have a daughter standing right here and you choose a stranger over me! Unbelievable!" I sobbed finally getting the words out after hiding them for nearly 15 years it felt like the world was caving in at that moment.
"Stranger? Harry is family you can't insult him like that!" Father spat I was still sobbing and left the room Harry didn't even bother to talk to me because I was sorted into Slytherin and I was friend with pansy. To him I was like an enemy since his enemy Draco Malfoy dates my BFF.
—————————(Time skip)———————— It has been a week since I moved into Harry's old room well it sucks it's so small and I don't even have a bathroom in here so now i have to use the one downstairs by the creepy room that is locked I always wondered what it was for. Later that day we were eating dinner together that our maid Susan has made "so Harry I herd that you and the rest of the trio are going to Hogsmade tomorrow?" Father asked Harry "yes" Potter response " what are you guys going to do?" Father asked "we are going to get some Butter beer and maybe go for a walk". Potter response once again. This happens every dinner, lunch, and breakfast it's really annoying how they talk on and on and in non stop so i interrupted by clearing my throat. No response like usual I cleared my throat louder this time to my surprise he herd it.
"What now?" Father snapped "uhhh I was just gonna say that me and Pansy are going to the mall tomorrow" I replied "no your not you gotta stay home and do yours and Harry's chores and I'm not giving you money" father spat "umm I already did tomorrow's chores which is change the light bulbs on the porch, refill all the 100 oil lanterns and unpack Harry's thing which seems like something he should do. Harry's chores is his chores so I don't have to do them tell him to stay then. I have my own money from grams" I said very Annoyed " first of all Harry needs to socialize and make more friends so he has people to hangout with at hogwarts and grandma's money is my money and I'm taking it!" Father snapped at me
"Do you think I don't need to have friends! No It's from grams money I get to keep it" I said running out the front door without looking I ran into a gross smelling hard chest I look up to see a nose less blue vained man he seemed very pale too. That's when I realized it was the Dark lord, Voldemort. Crap
