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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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I brushed out my hair in the long, sleek mirror. It had an excessive amount of Gryffindor stickers pasted to the edges of the reflective glass. Yet again, I found myself caught in the same toxic situation. Voices were faintly heard from the downstairs. I had no idea who was downstairs but I didn't want to know anyway, they could go suck it. I waited for the wooden door to slam behind whatever pretentious guests our house welcomed in. This would of course be followed by the depressing sight of my forlorn brother asking me to accompany his sad arse downstairs only to get mine whooped at the hand of her. That was something I was not looking forward to.
The awaited bang echoed through my empty, hollowed out room. All my gorgeous posters had been painfully ripped into shreds while I had been at school, as I couldn't scrape together energy to bring myself to replace any of them. I flopped down on the bed, the deafening sound of my jagged breaths taking precedence in terms of sound. I stopped to strain my ears for the apologetic voice of my brethren as he led me to a fate I had no control over.
I waited, and waited and waited.
But what ensued was equally inviting but was somehow even scarier. The shrill voice of my most useless parent rang through the closed room. I sat up abruptly at the obnoxiously loud screaming of my name. My breaths seemed to stop, plunging the bedroom into another plight of silence. I wasted no time in getting off the soft mattress and stood on my trembling feet. I walked down the dark marble staircase. The eerie atmosphere did nothing to soothe my heightened nerves. I somehow knew what was coming but simultaneously didn't understand what was happening.
I slipped softly onto the cold floor; I hoped I wouldn't be feeling a lot more of it today, but my reassurance was dulled. I followed regular procedures and stood directly behind, mentally and physically prepared myself for what I knew was definitely going to come. I dreaded it, but I accepted it.
I clutched tightly on what little innocence I uncovered as I awaited the first blow.
And it came.
It came with all it's inflictions.
And despite all, I was still unprepared.
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I limped up the slippery stairs as fast as I could. The hot sting of tears dripped down to my arm. The pain had subsided mostly, but the strain of the uphill climb made me relive the torturous conditions I was in a few mere minutes ago. That however, didn't mean the tears would stop, they flowed with the salt water, drifting down onto the hard floor. I stepped solemnly into my room, letting the door quietly click behind me. Through my hazy sobs, the clarity my mind relinquished returned.
In what little sanity I had, I pulled the large trunk from under my bed. I threw open the oak doors of my wardrobe and began randomly pulling out whatever I could find that I wanted and tossing it carelessly into the open trunk. Clothes and robes flew over my head, behind me, fro all directions into the suitcase. And then I heard it.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"I'm coming in, Sirius." His voice was hushed as though he didn't want to be heard. He couldn't see me like this; my first thought. I hurriedly pushed the trunk off the other side of the head in time and pretended to be choosing an outfit. Regulus slumped into the room. He never visited me, so this was terribly out of the ordinary. I was curious as to what he wanted.
"Yes?" I swallowed down hard hoping he didn't notice my trunk, packed with my feeble attempts at escaping his hell of a home.
"I was going to call you down for dinner." With that single line, he left. Usually, I had the more formal invitation like a shout or scream, but I guess the devil spawn I knew had worn out her voice.
But I wasn't worried worried about food right now. I stared at the toppled trunk on my floor. Regulus. I couldn't just leave him to suffer with the horrors that live within these walls. I couldn't abandon him to perish at the feet of my less-than-glorious ancestors. I couldn't confine him to the disgusting behaviour that was exercised in this haunted mansion. I couldn't leave him to die alone.
So I dumped the trunk back into my almost empty cupboard.
And I went down for dinner.
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