Lilith Riddle always hated her father. She always has. After all, he was a mass murdering psychopath with no nose. The 'Datk Lord'. 'You know who'. 'He who must not be named'. Her father was a man of many names, not like he deserved any of them of course.
The cold, unfeeling man stormed back into the Riddle household one night after one of his many, not unusual, killing sprees. Though this time he was worse. Far more angry than what was normal for him.
"Lilith!" he bellowed, his cold sharp voice piercing through the dimly lit hallways of the grand house.
Lilith felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull, and the warm, wet trickle of blood seeping through her raven hair.
Everything went black.
She woke up in the dimly lit room, her senses immediately picking up on the evil, familiar presence lurking over her.
His face obscured by the shadows, the snake like man loomed above, like a tiger waiting for the right moment to strike. to sink its teeth into it's prey.
Before she could realise it, the burning oainwas coursing through her very veins as she writhed on the floor in agony, bloodcurdling screams echoing through the darkness.
"por favour.... padre...." she gasped out in-between the agonising crys of torture.
Before everything faded away...
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The girl woke up with a start to find her mother, Bellatrix, at her side, concern etched upon the lines of her pale face.
Lilith's throat felt like it was burnt raw. She was definitely screaming in her sleep. Her breathing was ragged as she fully sat up in bed, eyes darting around the room.
"Lilith?" the mad-womans voice called out. no matter how batshit insane this mother was, she still cared for her daughter.
Riddle's grey eyes found their way back to her mother's light blue ones. Her breathing had slowed a little but it was still uneven and a little distressed.
"What's wrong?" Bella asked, those lines on her face only becoming more worried the longer the girl didn't speak.
"Nothing..." Lilith finally muttered, picking at a loose thread on the bedsheets.
"It's not nothing" Mother snapped, stepping closer to the side of the bed.
Lilith stared at the wall blankly with a 100 yard stare for a while. She focused on her heartbeat, focused on slowing it and her breathing down. She managed it and looked back at the intimidating woman before her.
"Good" Lestrange snapped, before turning on her heel and walking out, retaining her usual no-nonsense, uncaring attitude.
And Lilith was alone again.
Just like she was that torturous night.
Alone, she fears she will forever be.