Harry potters little sister

The past is in the past

"Ahhh...has little Miss Potter come to see me" Voldemort mocked, I narrowed my eyes hating him more than ever. "Now Miss Potter I believe it's time to take a trip down memory lane, don't you" I scowled "tell me everything" Voldemort bellowed "NO, I'LL SAY NOTHING OF THE SORT NOT TO YOU!" I retorted "lets see about that" he smiled patronisingly. "Bellatrix do it" he ordered, she pulled out a pen knife, held the tip to my wrist, pushed down and dragged it up my arm I let out an ear splinting scream. "What about now?" Voldemort asked "NEVER" I panted continuing my resilience. "Fine then, your choice. Crucio" again I screamed reluctantly giving up "WHAT WHAT SHOULD I TELL YOU ABOUT" I carried on screaming "from that night up till now" Bellatrix pursed her lips. "Fine, fine" I said as my heart rate returned to normal "I was one, what choice did I have? It was the worst five minutes of my life, the first five minutes I can remember some lunatic" I looked purposefully at Bellatrix "pulled me from my grandmas garden killing both my grandparents, I remember crying, I could just about crawl, I lead you traitors to all of wizard kind to my house! Harry had just been picked up from nursery and five minutes later we would have all lived. You came in and the whole world nows the rest" "well that's not that what the dark lord asked to hear is it?" Bellatrix snapped, gritting my teeth I continued. "We were immediately moved to the Dursleys house, no that's not true Harry was immediately moved to the Dursleys house, I was left at the site with the dead bodies of my parents. A week later, I was skinny, thirsty dying, Dumbledore himself found me, took me to my brother, to my only other living relatives. Yes, Harry was unwanted, unloved but I was unknown. They resented one baby on their doorstep but two was a living hell of them. Harry had a cupboard and a room I had nothing, remember I was unknown. Not even acknowledged, I slept on the floor, waited till 'the coast was clear' till I got my own food, Harry laughed and joked with me but never really stood up for me, he could stand up to scum like you, but not the raging fire inside my uncle" I spat "how dare-" Bellatrix demanded "Bellatrix your forgetting to restrain yourself, we need her now later she's yours" Voldemort tutted , he pointed his wand at me forcing me to continue "It created a rift between us, one that's always been there however much he try's to hide it. It served me right, for running his and my own life. Every single day I hated myself, still do but I can cope. Not like back then, I tried to kill myself repeatedly, so you don't really think it'll matter if you do it for me do? I've never spoken a word of what happened to Harry. Then I got involved with some bad people, I watched them steal, but could never do it myself. Meeting them was the best thing that happened to me, I let down the Dursleys reputation, they noticed me. Hated me even more, but noticed me. I then got to share h cupboard with Harry, great. I was still young seven years old, that's when I stopped the tears. Trained myself not to cry, to drain my emotions to minimal. I stopped hanging out with the bad crowd and my life continued like normal until I got my letter and I suppose you know everything else from there. What could you possible want from that?" I finished scared of the answer.