Family Matters

Prologue

    When I was born my parents were never seen together. My father would come on weekends to see his family, while my mother went shopping. I never knew what family time was, my family was a mess. I was the strong one in the family. I did all the work, but never got any rewards. My family just didn’t care. When I was nine my mother remarried. The man was really nice to me, a little too nice. When I was eleven I got a letter from a ‘Professor McGonagall’ saying that I was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My mother was so happy. I was the very first witch in the family. I had made her so proud. ( But in years to come I would find out I could care less about making her proud.)

    One day when my mother was at work, I was all alone till my step dad came home. (I was on my summer holiday from Hogwarts, I had just turned twelve. My step-dad was on vacation too. He works at Hogwarts. ) I was sitting on my bed when a hand touched my leg. I jumped. (I hadn’t heard anyone come in. I look up and to see my step-dad.) He was touching my arm and the hand on my leg was moving up and down. I asked him what he was doing , but he didn’t answer, he just smiled at me. I started thinking ‘I’m just a little girl he wouldn’t do anything to me.’

    He started to take his pants off, I froze thinking I might be wrong, he asked me to do stuff down there to him. I told him ‘I don’t think I should’ but he grabbed my head and put it between his legs. I was so disgusted I threw up on him. He pushed me away, he went into the bathroom to clean up , then he came back out and hit me across the face. I was stunned that he had hit me, but before I could tell him off , he was taking off my shirt. He started touching my chest. I told him to leave me alone, but he shook his head no. After a few more minutes of him touching my breasts he took off my skirt and underwear. I told him to go away and leave me alone or I’ll tell mother, he didn’t listen.

    He told me not to move while he was taking off his underwear. He then lay on top of me, despite my yelling and screaming he succeed in raping me. When he was finished he started hitting me over and over again till I was bleeding. When he finally stopped he got up and told me to clean up the mess ‘I’ had made before dinner. He left me naked and bleeding on my white bed sheets.( My room is Yellow and Red, Gryffindor colors, my house at Hogwarts.)

    When I walked into my bathroom I saw that I looked like I had just played in a huge bucket of red paint. My face was bruised and my blood was drying so fast that I couldn’t clean it all off. When I was as clean as I could get, most of the blood was dry in my hair, I changed into some tight clothes then put on some that were way to big for me. Then I walked back into my room it looked like a blasting spell and just been fired. I started cleaning up, putting the blood stained bed sheets in the hamper, fixing my bed, and anything else that looked wrong. ( My step-dad took my wand when he left so I had to clean up the Muggle way.) When I was done I had twenty minutes till dinnertime.

     I had to tell someone what had happened, my first thought was my mother, but she was a work right now. I finally decided to send a letter to my best friend Ginny Weasley. I started to look for some parchment and a quill. When I found some I went to my window so I could call my owl, Persephone. After calling for ten minutes with still no owl I sat down on my bed. At that moment he came back in my room to see if I was finished cleaning. He looked around my room and then at my battered face and hair. He wasn’t smiling . He told me that my mother would be home soon and if I told her what happened here, he would hurt me again. Then he said if I told anyone like ,my friends or the Ministry of Magic , then he would kill me. He asked me if I understood. When I didn’t answer he raised his hand and said ‘shake your head yes or no.’ I shook my head yes, I understand. He said ‘ good then’ and brought his hand to my face, but instead of hitting me he caressed my cheek. I heard him say ‘I’ll come by tonight.’ And then he left me for the second time that day scared out of mind.( More scared than the time in first year when I had to help Harry at his Quidditch match against Slytherin. When Quirrell had jinxed his broom, yet myself and Ron thought It was actually Snape. But Snape was really trying to save Harry.)

    I started thinking ‘I don’t have a lock on my door, I can’t lock him out. I don’t have my wand with me, and if I did he could easily break the spell. ’ I felt trapped., I can’t tell anyone, I can’t keep myself safe in my own room. I needed a plan, cause if I didn’t I’ll be dead sooner than I hoped. And that kind of death would be more painful than a simple ‘Crucio’ or ‘Avada Kedavra!’

    As I sit thinking of a plan my mother comes in saying dinners ready. When I walk in the dinning room, he’s already sitting there. He’s not looking at me but at my mother. He starts flirting and touching her, telling her how much he loves her. If she knew what happened she would slap him right now. While we were eating he never looked at me, he just kept talking to my mother. But I knew he was thinking about me the whole time. Cause as soon as I had sat down his legs had started rubbing up and down mine. Then his legs kept going up to where my legs met and he kept rubbing his feet up and down in the same spot. Whenever I tried to move he would kick me to make me sit still.

    When they said that I can leave, I walked out slowly, but when I reached the hallway I ran all the way to my room. When I got there I put chairs, books, and anything that would stop anyone from coming in my room, in front of my door. I felt safer now, so I sat down on the bed and waited for them to come to bed. At midnight I hear them come up the stairs, walk across the hallway, and shut their door. I wait a few more minutes to be sure that they’re asleep. When I hear nothing but my clock ticking I decide I should change into my nightgown.

    At three o’clock I hear someone gently calling my name and trying to open my door. I don’t answer hoping he’ll thinking I’m asleep. Somehow he gets in my room. I act like I’m still asleep even though my breathing has increase to a rapid speed. He walks quietly over to the side of my bed, so he won’t wake up my mother. He puts his hand over my mouth, so if I wake up I won’t scream. He takes off my nightgown and runs his free hand over my naked body. I noticed he was just wearing a bathrobe, and just as I had guessed, underneath he was naked. He raped me again, even if he thought I enjoyed it, I saying to myself ,if he doesn’t leave soon, I’m going to throw up. He left two hours later to go to bed, I threw up next to my bed.

    I couldn’t believe that this was my life. First having no family and now being hit and raped by my step-dad. God what did I ever do to deserve this? Nothing. I don’t deserve to be treated like this.