just me

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"I don't care!" I fumed. They were at it again. Moaning on and on about how i'm not perfect, how Jake is better than me, how i'm a disgrace and how i'm a bloodtraitor. Stupid parents. Lydia and Gerald Blakewood. Yes, you heard right. Both of them are renowned death eaters. My mother, formerly known as Lydia Haywood, comes from a pureblood family. From what I know, she went to Beauxbaxtons for six years, until her parents arranged for her to marry the Gerald Blakewood, and she was forced to become a good little housewife and quit school. Not that she really minded, i'm pretty sure she was all for carrying on the pureblood legacy and all that. I swear, if I was ever forced into an arranged marriage, there would be hell to pay. Then there's my father, Gerald Blakewood. As I said earlier, he also came from a pureblooded background, in fact, he's probably worse than my mum on the whole 'pure' thing. I really hate him, but i'm allowed to, since he hated me from the minute I was born. Wanted another boy, got a girl instead. Tough luck, get over it. Honestly. Anyway, back to the story.

"You should, you ungrateful little blood traitor. We don't need you dirtying the noble house of Blakewood. You, your dirty blood and your mudblooded friends! You're a disgrace!" Shouts my mum, flinging her arms arounf in fit of rage. She sounds like a dying Banshee or maybe a Wansnippler with a cold? With the amount of spit that's flying into my face, she definitely could be a Wansnippler! I'm used to this though. She has to rant about me at least once a day, twice on christmas. Not that we celebrate it. This time she's shouting because I got expelled from Beauxbaxtons. They found out I was a werewolf, see, and it didn't go down very well. Oh, did i forget to mention, me being a werewolf is one of the reasons my family hate me. I still remember the day I was bitten.

flashback:

It was my sixth birthday. My mum and dad were taking me home after we had visited the park. Jake, my older brother, was 15 and had stayed at home. I was skipping ahead happily along the edge of the forest. The sun was setting quickly, it almost couldn't be seen behind the tall houses on the horizon, and the shadows were crawling through the forest. A rustling sound caught my attention to the right, but when i turned around there was nothing there. I carried on even though the darkness was getting thicker by the second, making it that you couldn't see even a few metres in front of you. The rustling came again, but I still couldn't see anything. Oblivious and naive, I carried on skipping. All was quiet until a low, threatening growl came from the bushes to my right. Spinning around, I was just fast enough to see a great mass of silver fur fly at me. I was knocked to the ground, unable to breath. Sharp pains coursed through my body, but most of the pain was centered on my arm. I felt sick, like I was going to die from the unbelievable pain that i was feeling right then. Although my hearing was muffled and my head was pounding, I managed to hear a panicked shout in the distance. The next thing I saw was a flash of green light just before my eye lids became too heavy to keep open, and I blacked out completely.

end of flashback:

That was the day my family stopped loving me. The day they decided to torture me throughout my whole life. The day I lost all love and respect for them. The day I decided I would win.


Hi. sorry about spelling. i'm honestly terrible at it. feel free to correct me. I would also like to say that i do not own some of the characters in this story and that they are owned by J.K.Rowling. I only own Amelia and her family. This story isn't perfect or anything but i absouletly love the marauders era so i just had to write this.

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