Aliyah's Pov:
December 28
December 28th. One day before Mattheo and I's birthday. We were the second oldest in the friend group.
And although it might seem all fun and exciting that we're turning 17, but it's not.
Mattheo and I, as the children of Voldemort, were supposed to get our dark marks at 12, but he figured we were far too young, and it'd be useless at that age; therefore, we'd get it once we turned 17. However, I'd forgotten about all this.
I casually walked downstairs to the deatheater meeting, mostly doing nothing but listening to my father babble on about his "big plan" next year, but I couldn't care less.
I couldn't care less until I saw — her. Bellatrix Black Riddle, or as some would call, my birth mother.
I took a second glance at her and my face turned to shock. "Father, what is she doing here? I asked in concern, yet not scared to say it out loud.
"Why hello, children. Missed me?" She faked a baby voice, then cackling like the disgusting evil person she is.
She looked even worse than when they sent her to Azkaban. Disgusting teeth that cause her horrendous breath, crusty fingernails, boney cheeks that stand out on her wrinkly as ever skin, and couldn't forget her unattractively, "stylish" as she would say, birds nest of a hairdo.
"Do not ever call me or Mattheo your child." I said sternly, standing up.
Bellatrix raised her eyebrows "Bold, are we? You really are my daughter"
"She said, do not call her that." Mattheo demanded through gritted teeth, standing up as well. "We are not your children, and we will never be".
Her atrocious laughter filled the room up, nobody besides us, her and our father daring to speak.
"Now, now, don't be so defensive" father chuckled. WHAT?!
I turned to look at him "We're not being defensive, we are stating the honest truth-"
"Yes, you are being defensive"
"Well do you want to know why? Because she hasn't even been there our entire lives! Ever since Mattheo and I were children! CHILDREN! And now she thinks she can just waltz in here and be all like, 'oh you truly are my daughter' " I ranted. "At the end of the day, she'll always be the filthy bitch who was never there to raise us" I sneered
"How dare you!" Her loud voice echoed "Calling your own mother such words!"
"DON'T YOU CALL YOURSELF OUR MOTHER, A PARENTAL PIGURE WHO IS SUPPOSEDLY THERE TO TAKE CARE OF US WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" Mattheo backed me up.
Bellatrix scoffed "Honestly, I'm very disappointed in you"
"Oh, and look at you — babies. Haven't even gotten your marks yet, but that's about to change soon" she mimicked, laughing like a maniac again
"You're fucking psychotic" I spat
"Darling, it's Azkaban that makes you psychotic. No wonder Sirius's now dead, 12 years in there" "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK BAD IN MY UNCLE'S NAME. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED HIM, YOU'RE THE PSYCHO" I yelled
"Aliyah, calm down-" my father interrupted
"NO YOU CALM DOWN"
"ALIYAH THOMAS RIDDLE, SHUT IT!" Father boomed, I looked at him with watery eyes
"Mattheo, Aliyah, both of you, in my office, now" He demaned
"No" Mattheo and I both said
"NOW!"
We shared looks. I scoffed and pushed my chair, walking quickly to his office. I glanced back at the table before fully leaving the room, my friends looking extremely concerned.
Mattheo and I both just stood there, watching as Father walked in along with Bellatrix. They closed the door shut.
"Do you know... how disrespectful and humiliating your behavior is? Both of you." He grunted
I simply crossed my arms and stared at him. "Sit down, both of you"
"I don't want to" i protested. "Me either" agreed Mattheo
"Sit" he demanded scarily.
We gave in and sat down in the two chairs given, right next to each other. Bellatrix placed some spell to lock us onto it, causing me to look around in confusion, "What are you doing?" Mattheo questioned.
"It's finally time for you to be humbled, disciplined and ready"
"Ready? What do you mean 'ready'?" I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Mattheo suddenly looked pale. "What's going on?... Matt?..." my heart beat rose.
He hesitated "I'm gonna tell you but you're going to freak out" he choked on his words.
The realization hit me as 'father' pulled out his wand. The Dark Mark.
I shook my head in disagreement "no, no, no, please" i whimpered.
"There's no use in trying to convince us otherwise"
"Please, you promised us at least until after our birthday. Please. We're only teenagers — even kids you could say, please" Mattheo pleaded with me.
"Please, this is Bellatrix talking in you, this isn't our father. What happened to the 'call me if you need help' or 'text me if anything goes wrong' father that we know and love? Or was that all just to prove that you're just as much of a mentally deficient person as she is" I vented
"Shut it, JUST SHUT IT!" He yelled, slamming his fist on the table. I sniffled.
He walked towards Mattheo, rolling his sleeve up for him as Matt tried muttering to him to stop. He pointed the wand towards his forearm "you ready to become a man?" Father chuckled. "No, please no", but it was too late.
I looked away as I could do nothing listen to his yelps and cries of pain, as well as Bellatrix's giggling as she waved her crooked wand, making all sorts of scratches and cuts, one being on the bridge of his nose.
"Please stop hurting him, please" I pleaded once more, crying myself from having to witness my so called 'family' torture the person closest to me.
The whips of wands stopped and I looked to see his mouth bleeding and tears streaming down his cheeks, yet I couldn't see his arm, for he covered it.
I looked up to see them, one chuckling like a maniac and one expressionless. "I fucking hate you" a tear rolled down my cheek.
"You'll see soon enough, that this is only for the better" father rolled up my sleeve.
I watched as he placed the tip of his wand on my forearm, slowly pressing it on to my skin as i felt something go through my veins, causing me to scream out in pain. My own screams and pain mixed together made me panic, as I felt I couldn't breathe anymore.
I struggled to breathe, still crying out loudly in pain. Bellatrix then started, waving her wand as I could feel cuts being formed on my entire body, one going through my eye without damaging it, almost like Mufasa from the Lion King.
"Please stop!" I shreiked, becoming out of breath, my chest hurting as I tried my best to.
My entire body was shaking, and once I felt his wand off my skin, I looked at my arm... it was there... the Dark Mark.
I sobbed loudly, the sound filling up the room as well as Mattheo crying.
I tried my best to inhale, but I couldn't. I was full on hyperventilating at this point, which is when Bellatrix let us go.
I fell to the floor, head leaning against the wall as i blearily looked at myself bleeding. Bellatrix gave me one last cut on my back, causing me to arch in pain.
She cackled as her and 'father' left the room, leaving us there.
I turned to look at Mattheo as much as I could "I'm sorry" i cried one last time before going unconscious, the only thing I was able to remember was the disgusting, painful feeling of my cuts and arm bleeding as well as pain in my chest from my panic attack.
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1313 wc!!
Tbh I kinda like writing angst, it's so fun
Uhmm but yeah, I hate Bellatrix and Tom now
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