Estelle Berkshire, The half-sister of the infamous Lorenzo Berkshire we know and love, lives with her brother and father in a small cottage on the outskirts of town.
With just there father to support them, money is hard to come by and Elle and Enzo...
"that's what I thought, come on." harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the bathroom.
"harry? what!" I said, he didn't respond until we got to the library.
he practically yanked me into one of the wooden chairs. flipping open what looked like a 2000 page book.
he handed me a...
"what?" I said concerned. his pocketknife lay in the palm of my hand.
"cut open your thumb."
"what why?"
"trust me!" he insisted.
a sharp pain shot through my hand as I sliced a small line across the print of it. blood trickled down my hand.
harry gently grabbed my hand and put it on one of the blank pages.
the blood moved around on the paper, forming what looked like a tree. and small little words on the branches.
"your family tree." harry said.
"how did you- how did you find this book?" I asked.
"restricted section. enzo had some questions about his family, and when I saw his mother... it didn't sit right."
"what's wrong with his mother?" I asked nervously.
he ignored me, flipping to the next page.
the whole book was now filled with information about each family member.
"who created this book?"
"some- tickploely, seagan tickpoely." harry said. "it basically gathers all the information in all the books in this library about somebody's family and puts it on a page dumbing it down."
I nodded. he flipped through the pages and stopped on one.
'Elizabeth Livenhood.'
it had a picture. she was beautiful. and practicallg a clone of me. same light brown hair, green eyes, freckles.
"mom." I whispered.
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the page displayed pictures of my mother. including one with my dad. she looked absolutely stunning. it was horrible to think she lived only to 19.
she only lived to 19 because of me.
I'm the reason she's dead.
"i'm the reason she's dead." I said out loud. trying to erase the thoughts from my head.
"don't think like that elle." harry whispered. she bit my cheek.
"she was so happy, and so beautiful." tears flooded my eyes.
"elle." he held my arm.
"flip to my fathers page." I whispered
"but-"
"please." I begged.
He gave in a flipped the page.
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"he- he what?" my breath was heavy.
what did I just read?
my father? with bellatrix?
that photo of them together made me want to vomit. even worse so that lorenzo's mother was that awful woman.
"nice family." harry commented.
my breath became heavier. "this isn't funny harry."
"I know, sorry."
I let my eyes fall shut.
"enzo." I spat out with a worried tone.
"yes." harry replied. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him tight.
he rubbed my back and soothed my hair. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't even know why I needed to cry.
"shh, hey it's ok." he whispered. his voice soothed. me.
suddenly his hands froze in place. and let go of him. he was looking above my head.
my head whipped around. and there stood.
you guessed it.
"elle." his cold voice spoke.
"mattheo." I whispered to him.
"may I speak with you?" he death glared harry.
"why?" harry intruded.
"because I said so potter." he growled.
"harry it's fine I'll be back." I whispered.
"not with you." mattheo gritted his teeth towards harry.
"mattheo, calm down." I stood up from my chair. I followed him.
we turned the corner and he suddenly pressed me up against a bookshelf.
"what the hell are you doing with potter?" his voice barked on my skin.
"nothing- how is this your buisness?" my voice croaked
"your mine that's what." his grip on my arms tightened. "I do not share what is mine princess."
"I am not yours mattheo."
"oh yeah? what about when I beat the living shit out of pucey? or when you were cuddled up to my chest last night. or when you were clenching around my cock the night of a party?" my thighs clenched together.
"that's not- your-"
"I'll tell you this one more time. don't go near him again. or you and him will regret it. got me?" I practically drooled at his words.
Estelle. Stop it.
This would be a ton easier if he wasn't so damn attractive.
"so let me get this straight, your allowed to kiss, hold hands with, and fuck around with hailey but I can't even go near my best friend?"
"oh now your being dramatic. plus that's not the point."
"it literally is!" I insisted
"listen to me right now Estelle. your mine. Always will be. now you better keep your mouth shut before I stuff it with my dick. got it?"
I reluctantly nodded. I didn't even care how controlling he was.
I didn't care and I didn't know why.
"good . meet me common room midnight." his voice tickled my ears. the sound of his footsteps leaving me echoed my mind.
