My brother says that love is a complete waste of time. He tells me that I shouldn't even be able to love. He said that if I ever fell in love he would have lost the ounce of respect he ever had for me (it wasn't all that much, to begin with). My brother's name is Tom Riddle. That makes me Cyra Avis Marrows Riddle. Adopted by Tom at the raw age of eight, not going into my backstory cause that would take all day.
I am 11 years old and just got my Hogwarts letter. That's why my brother is giving me the very depressing lecture. He is afraid I'll show off my dark mark,(that I still am mad at him for giving me) and I'll make a house that isn't Slytherin. He is most afraid of me falling in love because according to him I have a heart which means I can love.
We live together in the old Gaunt Mansion. I am an emotionless soldier to him. He uses my temper problems against me. I have brown hair and eyes, my hair is past my shoulders and its dark. Almost black.
***********************Time skip to the train******************
I had to go to the train station with the Malfoys because as you know my brother is Voldemort. Me and Mrs. Malfoy have sort of a bond. She is kind of like my honorary mother because she is around me all the time, and she takes care of me. She grew up in Germany and is currently teaching me how to speak German. She grew up in Germany and came to London when her father and mother were offered a job in the Ministry of Magic. She has been teaching me how to speak German ever since.
"Bist du aufgeregt?" She asked me.("Are you excited?")
" Yes, I am!" I exclaimed as an answer.
" In German." She playfully scowled.
"Entschuldigung ich vergaß," I replied in German, looking down apologetically.("Sorry, I forgot.)
"Es ist in Ordnung," she said.("It's okay.")
"Don't forget Cyra, you have to be stone cold. You know the rules," she told me kind of sad.
"Yes ma'am," I said and then saluted.
I grabbed my trunk and ran to the train before she could say anymore because I didn't want to cry. I got onto the train and found an empty compartment. I put my trunk away and sat down. I opened my favorite book, Percy Jackson: The Lost Hero and started reading. I don't know at what point the 4 boys came in, or at one point they started trying to get my attention until the one with round glasses and messy brown hair took the book out of my hand.
"How can you already be reading? We just got on the train?" I ignored him and snatched my book back and put it in my carry on bag.
"Ok then, ignore me," he mumbled to himself. "Well since no one else is saying anything I'll introduce us. I'm James Potter, that is Sirius Black, that is Peter Pettigrew, and that is Remus Lupin," he told me pointing at the black long haired one, short pudgy dirty blonde one, and tall sandy brown haired one in order. I rolled my eyes at him.
Sirius looked at me closely and said," You look like someone I saw in the Daily Prophet "
I ignored him because I knew he was talking about my brother tom. Whom I loved dearly because he saved me from my old family and the same orphanage he grew up in. I quickly snapped back to reality realizing to Sirius was shaking me kind of violently, which resulted in me flinching really hard and scooting away from him. I realized while I was getting up was that James and Sirius had started a wrestling match completely ignoring the fact they ruined whatever peaceful daydreaming was going on and replaced it with awful memories.
The boys were acting stupid. Sirius had James in a headlock, while Peter cheered. Remus was sitting across from me reading.
"What are you reading." I sightly yelled over the noise. They all froze.
James said," Oh so you can talk, I was beginning to think you were mute."
"'My silence means I'd rather talk to myself than you',"I quoted fluently.
"Nice quote," Remus complimented me quietly.
"Thank you," I said in my usual passive voice.
"What's your name?" Remus I think asked me while placing his bookmark into his book.
" I'm Cyra Marrows." I replied in the same passive voice, using my birth last name to avoid questioning. After that they really ignored my presence becoming engrossed in the talk of all the pranks they would pull at Hogwarts. Eventually shifting to the topic of houses, the one topic i was hoping to avoid.
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor!" Yelled James after successfully beating Sirius in another wrestling match. "What about you Cyra?" He questioned me.
"I'm not sure, but honestly Ravenclaw would be nice," I replied in my monotone voice lying straight through my teeth, because I knew if I made any house but Slytherin, Tom would kill me.
A/N How'd I do for the first chapter. working on the second at the moment, try to get that out soon.
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