Hiraeth| Lorenzo Berkshire

another point of view

This is a repost, because people were telling me that they couldn't see the other one.

sebastian berkshire

"Wake up," A muffled voice yelled.

"What?" I mumbled into my pillow.

"Wake up," Zeno said sternly, "It's your 3rd year, come on."

I look up at him, "Do I have to?" I groaned.

"Come on," He muttered as he held his hand out for me to grab, "You can hang around me this year."

I hesitantly grab his hand and he pulls me up. He slightly smiles, then walks out of my room. I run my fingers through my hair as I closed the door again.

I lay back down in bed and close my eyes.

Suddenly, my door swings open. I quickly sit up and see my uncle standing in the doorway with a big smirk on his face.

"Jerking off?" He whispers with wide eyes. I quickly grab a pillow and throw it at him, he quickly dodges.

"No, I am not! I'm just..tired," I huffed, as I sat up with my legs hanging over my bed.

He clicks his tongue and walks into my room. I look up at him as he closed the door behind him, that's a first. He always leaves the door open just to spite me.

He sits down next to me, "I, uh, brought you something," he pulls out a book from his pocket and hands it to me, "I know how obsessed you are with your, grandfather, or my dad, and uh. I asked a friend of mine, Harry, if I could somehow get his diary back, and he was able to give the diary back to me."

I look down and open the slightly messed up diary.

"It might be hard to read. I tried to reveal his writing with dark magic, but I was never really good with dark magic. Your mom's way better at dark magic than me, but if your dad found out that I gave you this he would freak out. You know, his no dark magic rules."

"Thank you, Jack-"

"Just promise me one thing, Sebastian," he said sternly, "Don't do anything stupid with that book, okay? Your a smart kid, and I know you know the consequences when you fuck with unsafe magic."

I nod, "I promise."

"Also, don't let those kids get to you."

"What kids?" I questioned. I knew what kids. The kids that try to kick my ass every chance they get, the ones who bully me for being related to Voldemort.

"Sebastian. I may look like an idiot, but I'm not one, okay? Hasn't your mother told you that we know when people lie?" He huffed, "Just don't let those kids get to you, okay? Just be an asshole to them, or threaten them."

"I can't threaten them, I don't-"

"Sebastian, you're a Black and Riddle decent, it's in your blood."

I don't respond.

I've always hated being a Black decent. I hate how they cared so much about being a pureblood family, that they would fuck their own cousins just to stay purebloods. I didn't care about being a Riddle. From what Jack has said, my grandfather, Tom Riddle, was an intelligent, manipulative, man. Jack didn't like that he was his son, but my mother loved it. All the power she had made her feel...important.

Jack told me that at times my mother would become overwhelmed with her abilities, and she would have panic attacks, kind of like Zeno.

He pats my back, which interrupted my thoughts, "I have to get back to Laura, she's a bitch whenever she doesn't wake up next to me," he said as he started walking out of my room. He pokes his head back in, "Don't tell her I said that," he whispered and winked, leaving my room once again.