The Forgotten Black

Massacre

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1986

Estrella pov

"We were never supposed to be in charge," Pollux says, starting today's lecture.

"When the Ministry of Magic and statue of secretly came into place the question started to simmer. Our reign was questioned as outside the first king no one was chosen. It should have been the Gaunt's being descendants from Salazar Slytherin. They were wealthy, strong, ambitious. They would be the turning of a new leaf. But they were too late. Filthy rich. Cunning. Angry. Impulsive. Our ancestors held onto the power and continued our dynasty."

"He didn't play by the rules unlike the Gaunt's," I say, understanding.

"Exactly," he says smirking.

2 months later

Estrella pov

"If you will excuse us I need to continue with my rounds," father says his voice sounding tight, though only to me he covers it so well that everyone else is blind. I shouldn't have done that, it was stupid but I couldn't stop myself, I could not allow someone to speak that way of my Gryffindor friends. They died in a brutal war, the least others can do is put some respect on their names.

"Estrella," father calls as he walks away. To everyone it looks innocent to me it's an order to follow him or be in even more trouble. As soon as we're out of sight he grabs me by my hair right at the roots and drags me uncaringly to his study while I scratch and claw at his hand in an attempt for him to let go. I don't dare to make a noise let alone scream even as his iron grip makes my head pulse in pain. Father opens the door to his study and throws me inside before entering himself, locking the door and casting a silencing charm, all preemptive measures to make sure that what's said and done in this room will stay in this room.

"Aren't you going to start apologising profusely like you always do after you make a fool out of yourself and the family?!" He demands, I could already hear the coldness in his voice. I wrap my arms around my waist not daring to turn around and face him as I try to keep my tears at bay.

"What difference would me apologising make?" I ask.

"So you don't regret humiliating the family in front of the whole of society?" I can hear his sneer even in my mind. I turn around and face him ready to apologise and defend myself, of course I regret it.

"I do! And I am sorry. It just slipped out, I couldn't stop-"
"SILENCE! You are a disgrace! No wonder your mother doesn't love a pathetic good-for-nothing worm like you. You could've ruined the family's reputation! My reputation!" Father screams at me.

"Do you know how much of my valuable time -that I would rather use on other more important things- I spend damage controlling your actions especially that smart mouth of yours!" He screams into my mind. I shake my head no looking down and grab ahold of my forehead as the mind link starts to form a blistering headache. One of the side effects that mind linking does is cause unbearable headaches when used while one is in Black-rage. Father suddenly grabs me by my neck and yanks me towards him. Mother tends to be the one to use an unforgivable curse on, but father... Father's tone would make anyone feel worthless, more so if you're his child.

"I'm sorry father," I apologise again, even though I know it's useless, my apology does nothing.

"YOU SHOULD BE!" He yells into my head. I flinch first at the pure ferocity of his words before the mind magic makes me wince as my head starts pounding from the inside out. I know he is doing this on purpose using the mindlink yet that is the least of my concern, for the physical things would always go away. My main one is his words. It has always been words for me, for words cut deeper than any curse or knife ever could. Yet the pain overpowered that at the moment. It was so loud... so loud. My ears were ringing. Guilt was eating me from the inside out. Why do I always make a fool out of myself and my family? Why am I so useless? My mothers curses feel like pity in moments like these. Physical pain always went away after a while, but father destroyed people into obedience.