"I can't do this!" Gabi yelled out, throwing the Charms book across the room.
Her pacing was becoming more fierce as she suddenly turned, nearly hitting the bed. Her hands were shaking, filled with the need to move, to go anywhere. To do something, anything, other than sit around all day. She had never stayed in a place so long before, she was a street rat, she didn't do homes, or lovely dovey crap. She couldn't stand the warm and cozy lifestyle, because he had been here, and look at how he turned out.
"I-I can't do this anymore."
"He broke my hand."
"Gabi, you broke your own hand punching his face. . . ."
"What's so important about you anyway!" He cried, eyes looking lost as he shouted at her.
She had never seen him like this before, so for the fist time ever, she told him the truth. She looked directly into his teary eyes, her heart aching every time his body shook. She had never related to someone so much, than in this moment.
"I'm Lord Voldemort's daughter."
I own some of plot, and OC's, J.K. Rowling owns the rest.