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My dad didn't know what to do. He was constantly in a trance, staring at a wall or a photo of the person he fell in love with. He rarely slept between taking care of me, working, and worrying about dad.

One day a ministry worker came to expect our home due to my father not having shown up for a few days. The house was a mess; there were bottles of beer and cigarettes covering the floor. My father was sitting on the couch in a trance with a mug of cold tea in his hands.

"Where is your daughter?" the worker had asked my father, but he never responded.

The worker went around the house trying to find me until he walked into the bathroom. I've been told that he had found me covered in blood, skinny to where you could see my bones, and barely breathing.

As soon as the worker found me, he took me to Saint Mugnos and took away the custody my father held and gained custody of me. That man was Lucius Malfoy.

Narssisa didn't like the idea of me at all. That's why she sent me to America. As I grew older and learned on my own, I started wondering: one day I was in California, the next in North Carolina. I never had any money, and Narssisa always gave me clothes, and I was able to get into people's houses to shower. So I didn't look homeless, and technically I wasn't.

Once a week, Narssisa would come to a small cottage where I could sleep, and she would give me food and clothes. Then she would yell and start hitting me. Maybe that's why I don't remember much of my childhood, because I was scared and it was always the same.

Once a month I would have to go to a meeting, and every season a ball. I never understood that wasn't normal until my dad got custody of me. He didn't hit me, he rarely yelled, he gave me food every day, and we didn't go to the meetings or balls.

When I was nine, my father was able to gain custody of me again. I got away from the life that almost killed me over 100 times into a safe one that didn't try to kill me. I finally felt safe, but I wasn't free.

"I want my freedom back," is what I would think every night before bed. I couldn't run in fields or explore the woods anymore. I couldn't play my instruments as I pleased. I couldn't be me.

At first I wanted to run away. I wasn't used to this life, and I didn't know how to live it. But after time I leaned into my father, I knew he was there and he always would be.

Somehow I always knew my life was going to be dark but happy, challenging but free, alone but powerful. Maybe that's why Dumbledor and Snape wanted me to do it.

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Date-October 30th, 2024

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