The Black Heiress | h. potter

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TW : Child Abuse

"Miss Avery. Do you understand the consequences of what you have done. Mr. Green is in the hospital wing now. It's a miracle they didn't have to transfer him to St. Mungo's! Are you listening to me?"

Cassiopeia had been there for at least 30 minutes listening to Minerva McGonagall lecture her. Unfortunately, Sirius Black, James Potter, Harry Potter, and the Elias Black were also in the room, as they saw the fight break out.

"Yes Professor, I am listening. And I would like to let you know that I would do it again. Give me whatever punishment you want. I would do it again in a heartbeat because I will not stand for people hating others because of who they love."

The room was silent. Most there didn't know the girl very well. However, to the shock of all that were in the room, Minerva McGonagall let a small smile creep onto her face, before replying with, "I never said you did the wrong thing Miss Avery. You laid quite a few hard punches on him. Good on you."

Cassiopeia let out a beaming smile and Harry swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight. His father nudged him and gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

"However," McGonagall continued, "we have called your mother in."

Cassiopeia paled. Her mother? Oh Merlin. This would not end good.

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After a few minutes, a noise could be heard outside.

Click, click, click.

Then, the door to McGonagall's office burst open, and in came Gwyneth Avery, wearing a furious expression on her face. Sirius Black followed the woman's every move, praying that she didn't point him out. Much to his joy and Cassiopeia's dismay, she walked over to the younger girl and put a hand on her shoulder, digging her long nails into the girl's skin. Cassiopeia winced.

"I am extremely sorry for my daughter's actions Professor McGonagall. Please be certain that I will be teaching her a lesson, per say," the older Avery woman said. The others in the room turned to her, wondering what kind of lesson she would teach. Cassiopeia, however, knew. The crescent shaped indents in her skin were an indicator.

"Come Cassiopeia dear," Gwyneth Avery said in a sickly sweet voice, scaring Cassiopeia even more. What did the bitch have up her sleeve this time? The young girl wondered.

Grabbing her daughter's hand, Gwyneth Avery pulled the girl out of the room, muttering profanities under her breath. Cassiopeia could hear that they consisted of "Insolent little bitch," and "You have no idea what's coming for you," Needless to say, the girl was terrified.

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As one can tell by her behaviors, Gwyneth Avery was not a good person. Raised by pureblood maniacs, she was raised to believe that muggleborns, or mudbloods as she called them, were below individuals of pure magical decent. This was a trait she attempted to pass on to her daughter, but it never went through her head. From a young age, the littlest Avery could be seen staring out of the dark manor's windows and watching the muggles. This was when Gwyneth had the idea to teach her magic. However, how could a 2 year old learn advanced spells? They couldn't poor Cassiopeia was just a child. She should've been learning how to make friends, not fire spells. She should've had a normal upbringing, but the horror of a woman that is Gwyneth Castillo Avery didn't allow this to happen.

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"You stupid girl!" Gwyneth Avery cried, grabbing her daughter's hair and throwing her to the floor of their manor as soon as they apperated there. "Getting into fights? Getting detentions? You know better than this! I despise you. I wish you died."

Cassiopeia's eyes were watering, but she refused to let the tears fall. No matter how much she hated her mother, she was still her mum. And she craved her love, even if she knew she would never get it. Cassiopeia saw her mother's wand raise and prepared for the worst. Although she didn't scream anymore, the Cruciatus Curse never got easier.

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Pain. Pain was all she could feel. Her throat was sore, an indicator that she was screaming, and she was bloodied everywhere. Her mother had never gone to this extend. Cassiopeia picked up a shard of glass and looked at herself in it. Was that her? She couldn't tell. The girl staring back at her looked bloodied, bruised, and like she was dead. Cassiopeia couldn't take it anymore. So, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the girl cried. She mourned the loss of her childhood, the one she never got to have, she mourned the fact that her mother despised her, she mourned the fact that her father never wanted her, and she mourned that fact that this was her life.

Slowly, Cassiopeia picked herself up off the floor, limping to the door and opening it. When she walked out, she heard hushed whispers. Walking towards them, she saw a group of people in her living room and her mother on the floor.

"Your daughter, is she a pureblood?"

"Yes, her lineage is of 2 families from the Scared 28. In addition to this, she is also a very powerful witch. However, she can still be controlled."

"I see. And she's bled before? She can provide heirs?"

"Of course she has. Cassiopeia knowing that continuing one's family line is the most vital thing. She would be glad to provide heirs to your most respectable line."

"Perfect. We will speak more later."

Cassiopeia softy closed the door and ran back to her room before anyone could see her. There, she sobbed. Her own mother wanted to sell her off to be a broodmare. The woman who was supposed to protect her would force her into a marriage in which she did not have a choice in.

Cassiopeia came to a revelation. She had to get as far away from this place as possible. No matter how long it took.

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✿✦❤︎ She Speaks! ❤︎✦✿

I hated Gwyneth so much.

i have finals next week, wbu??

anyways, bye bye loves!!

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