Hopeless hell
As my eyes opened, I could vaguely see Mother in the distance. Her previously angered exterior had slowly become less fiery and instead disappointment and a look of disgust danced across her features. Her wand slowly lowered to her pocket as she walked away she yelled, “Kreacher! Take this filth off my floor. Return this… thing to its room.” Her eyes once again drifted across my near lifeless body as she tutted and slammed the door behind her.
My back ached and as my fingers slowly stretched to feel where she hit me, they became wet with blood. A sign of what horrors that women had put me through. She didn’t deserve to be called mother or mum or anything else that showed I was related to her. I reserved that for Mrs Potter as she reserved the title of ‘son’ for me and Prongs because, really, she's not my mum anymore. Well she hasn’t been for years in third year when I met Mrs Potter I realised that my mum had never been a mum. Mum’s are kind and caring and will love you no matter what. ‘Mother’ was nothing like that; she was angry and full of hatred, always there with a face of disgust. Ready to forget that I was her supposed ‘family’ at any point she wanted.
I suppose Father wasn’t much better. Ever since me and Reggie were kids he's never interfered with what Mother wants. It's like he's not even the head of the Black household anymore; really that title passed down to Wallgupra as soon as they married. Just like the title that I’ve never wanted has been saddled on my back, with no way out.
Except, now there might be.
Laying alone even, Kretcher had left me, the sound of footsteps echoed through the empty, dark hallways. The only evidence that we lived in the hell hole. As the footsteps got louder a knock echoed on my door, before Reggie slipped in. I slowly picked myself up off the cold tile doing so as quickly as my body would let me, not wanting Reg to see me so affected by Mother. “A-are you ok?” he asked me. As if he actually cared about me after all this time of ignoring me and leaving me in pain.” What an amazing brother he had been,” sarcastically floated through my mind as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
“No,” came out the side of my mouth as my teeth were grinding in pain. I worked my way around my room, picking up any belongings I’d managed to spread over the floor in the weeks I’ve been locked in the pit of despair I once only knew of.
“No”
I saw posters of the scantily clad muggle women that my mother hated so much, as my eyes made sure nothing would be left behind.
“No”
A loud bang echoed the room as I slammed the lid to my now full trunk shut, Reg - now looking at me with curiosity and confusion - turned on his heel and walked out the door in a way that rivalled mother in his demeanour.
…
Wincing I dragged my trunk as silently as I could down the empty corridors, slowly making my way towards the door. My head was throbbing with pain, and from Moony’s full moons I could tell it was the symptoms of a concussion.
I slowly slipped through the door, closing it behind me and hoping that no-one had seen me. Now finally free I let go of my breath I hadn’t fully realised I was holding. I looked back, the final time I would ever have to see where I grew up and I realised how lucky I was. I was free. Free from the titles. Free from the itchy clothes, from the constant beatings, from Mother telling me off for my friends. Free to be me.
The gate closed behind me as I left the alleyway hiding our house amid the muggles and stretched my left arm. In seconds a bus appeared, the Knight bus to be exact. I’d heard Pete telling us about it last year in the dorms. He apparently took it to the platform that year because of his parents being so busy. Recalling the little information I had about where James lived I told the conductor, who had a vaguely familiar face, to take me to Godric's Hollow. The village that is over from James’ where we met Moony last summer.
As soon as I told the Conductor, who I had now realised had been in seventh year when I was in first, the bus sped into the distance leaving my old life behind. I made my way to the beds that were spinning and rocking, but as soon as I reached them my eyes shut and I drifted to sleep.
…
My head pounded as I was shaken awake, seemingly to have arrived at Godrics, “Yer alright mate? You were out cold.” I nodded and then made my way towards the door, limping and struggling to breath after my nap.
Praying that James’ house wasn’t far, I slowly made my way in the direction I remembered from the year before. Moony’s laughs filled my ears and gave me a sense of hope from my memories. My trunk made a loud grating noise, barely moving along the cobblestone street as I put as much energy as possible into moving it.
Soon I reached the pathway to James’ home, long hedges lined the entry and fields surrounded them. My eyes glazed over as I attempted to open the gate due to me suddenly succumbing to the feeling of being light headed. Not yet aloud into the wards I dropped to the floor, the exhaustion from the day finally coming to me and making me not able to get any further. My head banged against the floor as my hand let go of the gate, finally letting me relax and listen to what my body had been telling me to do this whole time.
My eyes shut, and the world turned black.