That week back at her house wasn’t a lot of fun. As the holidays drew to a close, I was eager to leave. Everyday she lectured me about the importance of blood purity, which I’ve heard everyday of living with her. I also accidently made a cheeky remark at her, a habit I picked up while being in Gryffindor. She wasn’t very happy. After hitting me with countless curses, including the Cruciatus curse, she half-dragged me to my room, and locked me in for the rest of the day.
I lean against my door and look around my room. Anyone else who stepped in it would just see a regular bedroom. The Black family crest is painted on the wall with the Black family motto: Toujours Pur, under it. A desk with my books, quill, and ink on it. A dresser, a small closet, and bed with black blankets. There is also a window that I never open. I keep the shades closed all the time. Anyone else sees it as a bedroom, but it’s not that to me.
To me, it is a prison cell, and this house is a prison. These walls are stained with my pain, and the halls carry echoes of my screaming. There is a dent in the wall at the end of my bed. That is where she slammed me against it and broke my shoulder. And the dark stain on my desk, that is where she hit me so hard, she broke my nose and it bled all over my desk.
This place is filled with such bad memories. I want to get out. I know I’m leaving for Hogwarts soon, but I’ll have to come back for the summer. I pace back and forward, and soon I’ve made up my mind. I want to get out, and I will get out.
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Tobias's First Year at Hogwarts
FanfictionTobias Lunderson is a pure blood wizard raised by (you'll find out). This is his story as he goes through his first year at Hogwarts (NOTE: I wrote this story when I was in middle school, so, it's not the best. But I tried)
