I was dared to love you

Chapter 1

Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong.
I mean, I must've done something, to deserve this, right? Surely no one could be so cruel to someone simply for being...there. I don't know wether it was my presence that pissed off my brother off, or the fact I wouldn't sleep with him. I didn't know why my 'parents', took me in, if they hated muggle borns. They knew of my heritage, they knew of my bloodline. They were all muggles, apart from me. So why, if they hated muggles so much, did they take me in?
So...did they hate me just for being a muggle born, or did they hate me for reasons that I don't know?

The first time I was struck was as a 2 year old. People say you can't remember anything before the age of 4, but I remember everything. I remember the teachers who praised my good behaviour and Intelligence and the beatings and got for 'drawing attention to us'. What did they expect when they took me in? It was already obvious I was a witch, so why would they send me to muggle school? I never did anything to 'draw attention to us'. And if my parents hadn't used magic to cover up the bruises and bloodied noses, the broken bones and the bust lips, then THAT would've drawn attention to us. But magic can do incredible things, sometimes not for the best of reasons.

My mother, she's named cassiopeia. Out of the entirety of my family, she's my favourite. She's not...like the others. I don't believe my mother truly hates me. In fact, I know for a fact that she doesn't. I'm not the only one in my family who's abused, many of the girls in our bloodline are seen as lesser beings. The difference between my mother, myself and them, is that the other girls happily take their place as a secondary member to the Stark clan.
(Her birth parents's names are klover, not stark. Legally, she's a stark.)
We didn't take any shit.
That's why they hit us so much.
My brother had no respect for mum, or women at all. Now I'm no feminist, but it's boys like that that need to be eradicated. Boys like my father and brother have no use in the world.
And this is what brings us back to the current time.

"How do you feel about running away from here mum? We'd have nothing to lose, you know we wouldn't. The ministry can keep those two away from us. Anything we need we can pack now whilst they're gone-"
"Sky, my dear. You know as well as I do that we can't do that. Your father works at the ministry. Whatever he does, he will always be able to over throw the decision. It's too risky."
My mum looked so beautifully tragic, lay with me on my bed.
Her tall but lithe build was gaunt, and haunting to look at. The bruises that were beginning to show from the outdated concealing charm looked painful and raw.
I loved my mum, but at the worst of times, she was too scared.
My blonde hair ran through her fingers like yellow silk, and I had to resist the urge to purr. I loved my hair being stroked. Ever since I was a baby, I can remember her soft hands brushing through my tiny wisps of fuzzy baby hair, and singing a song to me.
She wasn't singing now, but her presence soothed me nonetheless.
She was beautiful, my mother.
Her hair was of the smoothest ebony, and her skin was as white as milk. Usually, her skin had a bright glow to it that made her look like she was glowing from the inside, but her glow had long but faded to a wimpy glimmer.
She had eyes that shone bright like the sun, but were the colour of clear honey. Not quite brown, but not quite hazel either. More of an amber. The colour of autumn leaves, I'd say. Her name was Cassiopeia, from the constellation. She wanted to call me andromeda, but father hated the name. That's why I'm called Skylar. My mother is the star in my sky. Sappy I know, but I have reason to be overly protective of my mum. I tend to carry on showing my affection to her.
But our cuddle didn't last for long.

"CASS,WE'RE HOME!"

My heart sunk. My mother's face softened at my obvious fear.

"We'll be down in a minute!" She called back, sitting up from the bed and standing up, using a concealing charm to cover not only her bruises but the fresh ones that blackened my porcelain white skin.

It was time to go to hogwarts again.