The Untold Story of Regulus Black

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1977

'Eira'

'Eira'

'EIRA'

'What.', I seeth through my teeth. John sighed while glancing at me: 'It would be nice if you replied once in a while, I'm really trying here.' I just rolled my eyes at his words.

'I have a question to ask you Eira.', he waited before asking his question. It was as if he expected me to encourage him to continue the conversation. 'On a scale of one to ten what do you think you are?'. 

Confused and uninterested, I answered: 'I don't know'.

'Come on, pick a number, scale one to ten.', he said, starting to get annoyed. 

'A six' I replied, just to shut him up.

'You want to know what I think? I think you're a three.' he once again glanced at me.He probably expected some reaction but my face was blank so he continued to talk. 

'Since your mom and I started seeing each other I've noticed how you never put yourself out there. You never have friends over, you just sit in your room and wallow. I'm not trying to be mean but are you really living? Are you happy with your life?' as the last question left his mouth we pulled up to Kings Cross Station. 

I let out a sigh of relief, I had never been more happy to be going back to school. John turned to me while turning off the car. He looked at me expectantly, did he really expect me to answer his hurtful questions? 'Eira, I know it must be tough having a new father figure in your life but you shouldn't take it out on me, I'm not the one who left you. So when you come back from school this Christmas I expect you to have changed and ready to work on our father-daughter relationship.' I just nodded and quickly opened the door. 

My mind was spinning. Father-daughter relationship, he wasn't and would never be my father. He can suck up to my mom all he wants but I see him for what he really is, a slimy pig. I managed to get my trunk out of the car. John stayed in the car and didn't lift a finger to help, what a dad he is. As I started walking towards the entrance of the station I hear him roll down the car window: 'Remember to put yourself out there Eira!'. I didn't even look back but instead kept up my pace, hoping no one heard what he said.

John almost made me hate muggles, almost. I sometimes wish I was a muggle, to be clueless. I wanted nothing more than to never have to worry about the wizarding world. A strange and confusing world that I just so happened to be a part of. It didn't feel like it though. Before the beginning of my third year at Hogwarts my father got offered a job working with dragons. He was ecstatic, it was an offer he couldn't refuse. The only problem was that it was in Nepal. He left two weeks after receiving the offer. My mother was heartbroken but she got over it eventually, now she lives a happy muggle life with John. I on the other hand never really recovered. It felt like from one moment to the other I became a muggleborn, my only tie to the magical world gone. No one at school noticed seeing as my dad kept writing me letters. In the beginning they were full of his adventures however over the years it seems he has less and less he wants to share with me. I always write back but I never share how I really feel, I want anything but to show how much his leaving affected me. I put on a mask everyday so it isn't that hard to do for my absent father.

As I pass through the wall and arrive on platform 9 ¾ I almost get overwhelmed by the amount of people. People hugging and even some crying while saying their goodbyes. It was something so foreign to me. Even when my father was still in my life he never came to see me off. I quickly enter the train not wanting to wallow in my sorrows. After walking on the train and passing a few other students, I entered a compartment. The window looked over the platform, I glanced seeing if I recognised anyone. I saw first years holding on to their mothers, probably terrified of leaving home. I saw a couple of girls from my dorm giving their parents a hug before leaving for the train. Then in the middle of the crowd of happy families I saw them. The parents looked around with their nose held high, they obviously felt that they were much better than any other on the platform. Their youngest son stood next to them but his eyes were glued to the floor, as if he didn't want to catch anyone's gaze. He looked anything but proud. The Black family was very well known, especially for their views on blood status. As a halfblood I never really cared for bloodstatus, magic is magic in my eyes. I kept watching the family of three interested to see how they would part ways. Just as I thought something was going to happen I got distracted by my compartment door opening. 'Do you mind if I join you?', Marlene Mckinnon asked. I smiled, Marlene was my only real friend at Hogwarts, the only one who I occasionally shared my true feelings with. Sharing was not really my thing.  Marlene walked towards me and wrapped me in an embrace. After she sat herself down in the seat across from me I took one last look at the platform, but the Black family was gone.

Author's note
The scene with John is inspired by a scene in the movie 'The way way back.' That's how I see Eira's relationship with her stepfather.