When I was ten, I followed Willow- er..you guys know her as Harmony. around everywhere. I was her protector, her guardian. After what had happened when I was seven, I finally began to see what my mother was. I finally told Brian that Bellatrix was a death eater, and of course, as arrogant and stupid as he was, he didn't believe me.
What? Going to yell at me for calling him that? It's only the truth, he still is. I know a wolf boy who would agree with me on that. (Go check out Repairboy 01!)
Anyways, I knew Willow was only six, and I didn't want to break the news to her that early, or at all. This may be a shocker, but Willow was a really happy girl. She never cried, she always smiled and giggled, her short brown curls bouncing on her round face.
One time, I was snooping through Bellatrix's room, trying to uncover her secret. She caught me, and of course, she was furious. She dragged me into a different room, the last thing I saw was Willow's brown eyes and Brian's blonde hair.
Then, she brought out the weapon that was used for years more. The iron tipped whip. She liked using the whip because instead of just making the victim scream in pain, it leaves marks. "P-please...mommy..." I begged. She glared at me with hungry, rage filled eyes. "You were supposed to be the perfect child!" She screams, grabbing me. I remember the long mark she left on my back. To this day, I still have it.
Once she was done with my punishment, she pushed me out of the room, tears streaming my face. Brian, of course, was asleep against the wall, as if my torture was boring. Willow tilted her head. "Sissy, why is there water leaking from your eyes?" She asked me. I quickly wiped my eyes. "It's called crying, Willow. And I never want to see you in pain like this." I said, looking down at her. She simply stood up on her tip toes, wiping the last of my tears. Then, she said something I'll never forget...
"Pain doesn't last long, it's only a while. It'll feel better when it stops hurting."
