Part 1

(Y/n’s pov) 

For pretty much the first time in my life, my father actually thought I was useful and not a disgrace to the family. He was still mad at me for not getting into Slytherin but I don’t care about that. My father started trusting me with missions, tasks if you will and I did them for two reasons. One, to prove to my father that I am not weak or useless and two, because I needed to figure out a way to stop fainting when I see blood. I know they aren’t the best reasons but they are kinda important to me. Overall I felt like I was doing fine but my brothers would say that’s far from the truth. 

I opened my eyes to see my two brothers standing a few feet away. The last thing I remembered was Mattheo hitting me with a glass bottle. My head hurts. Badly. I touched my hair and felt fragments of glass and then blood. I was going to have to take a shower and it was going to be a pain trying to get all the blood and glass out of my hair. “You owe me 10 gallons, each” I said sternly 

“What for?” Mattho asked 

“My hair, what else? It’s going to be a pain in the butt to clean out all of the glass and blood and then I am going to have to detangle it. I already showered this morning and now I am going to have to do it again” I got up and pushed past them into the bathroom “idiots” I muttered under my breath. 

“What did you say?” Thomas asked leading on the doorframe of the bathroom

“I called you idiots” I repeated louder “You seem to know nothing about long, curly hair and how easily it gets tangled” Thomas moved and I shut the bathroom door. 

I took a shower. I made sure all the glass was out and then washed it 2 or 3 times to get rid of all the blood. I dried off and brushed my hair, which took 5 minutes which seems short but it feels like it lasts 10 minutes. I went into my closet that was connected to the bathroom and picked out some clean clothes and changed into them.

I opened the bathroom door and to no surprise my brothers were still there. Thomas told me to sit down and I went to my bed and leaned against the frame and looked back at them. I could tell Thomas was annoyed while Mattheo seemed to not be annoyed but I couldn’t quite pin the exact feeling. “What’s been going on with you lately” Thomas asked 

“The same thing that has been going on for a year I am just expressing it differently” 

“Well this is no way to act” 

I laughed “You sound like father sometimes and I mean your one to talk. We all deal with our feelings in different ways and we all deal with killing people in different ways. Thomas you have killed people, I remember hearing somewhere that when you killed your first person you locked yourself in your room and almost starved yourself to death because I didn’t like yourself now that you killed. And Mattheo when you killed your first person you got drunk and tryed to kill yourself. You both tried to kill yourselves, I didn’t. Before I went to Hogwarts I barely talked to anyone, I stayed in my room all day reading because no one cared about me. So I grew up without anyone who wanted to hear how I felt, no one cared, I had to keep all those thoughts to myself and now it’s a habit I can’t break, I am used to keeping my emotions and feelings bottled up. Growing up a Riddle you're not supposed to show weakness, so I hid my weaknesses behind knowledge, power, and maybe a little confidence. Now I just have more to hide my weaknesses behind, I have less weaknesses. I do what I want because for my whole entire life I feel like I have been locked in a cage” I apparated outside. I learned to apparate this summer from my father which is something I never wanted to learn from him but I guess it’s nice that I can apparate now. 

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After a couple days I started calming down a little bit and my brothers left me alone until we needed to go shopping for school stuff. We went to get our school stuff, new books, quills, paper, robes, and a couple other things. Mattheo wanted to get ice cream so I went with him while Thomas went to some other shops.