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At the age of 11, a normal child would be startled as they woke up to loud crashing and the sound of their parents yelling. But I was used to it by now.
Mom and Dad always seem to wake me up as soon as I actually had a decent night of sleep. This morning was different though, compared to mornings before. Outside my window was a strong thunderstorm with rain pouring so hard you can barely see the trees outside my window. The wind was blowing so hard that the old house we lived in creaked as it shifted with the wind. But something felt off as I started to listen to the argument between my parents.

"You are such a stupid bitch Beth!!! You only care about yourself and that little brat called a daughter!!!! I never asked for any of this and all you can do is make up dumbass excuses for her!!"

"I know you never asked for this life Jason. We were young and dumb, but Y/N came from that night. She is so special in so many ways. I just wish you would see her as your daughter, and not just a thing. You just need to stop drinking away your feelings and accept this life..." my mother spoke softly, trying to calm him down.

"I wish I never met you and made the biggest mistake of my life. And then you had to go and not even tell me that you were pregnant until you already had that little brat!!!!! I can't even stand to look at her!!! How am I supposed to accept her when I never wanted her in the first place!!!"

"Jason that was 11 years ago!!!!! Why are you bringing this up now?!"

"Because of this!!! This will ruin me and you don't even fucking know!!"

Dad yelled those things and then a loud sound of glass shattering echoed the walls as I started to hear my mother cry. Out of instinct I shot up from my bed and ran out of my room, down the hall until I got to the small kitchen. I was filled with anger and hatred for the man I wish to never call my father. I have had enough of him treating us this way just because I was a "mistake", as he would always tell me.

As soon as I got in, my eyes stopped at my mother on the floor with blood running down her arm and tears stained on her face.

"It's alright dear. I'm okay. It was just an accident.." mom spoke softly to me with fear in her eyes.

I could've sworn I saw red and my blood boiled with rage towards my father. While staring at my mother, my hands and inside shook. In the blink of an eye, the windows in the house broke all at once, making glass shatter everywhere and the storm's wind making leaves fly in the house all around us. The wind howled through the windows, sending the pouring rain inside the house.

My eyes met my father lying on the floor, slowly starting to get up. Whatever just happened, it must've pushed my father so hard that he got slammed into the cabinets. He had shards of glass in both of his arms but he still managed to have a look of hatred to me as he got up from the kitchen floor.

In the past, there had been times when I was home alone with my dad and would get so angry at him that I would make things fall off cabinets and such, but nothing ever this intense had ever happened. Until tonight.

"How. Dare. You. You little bitch." My dad said breathy while getting up and lunging towards me. I ended up running to the side making him just miss me as he reached for me. As I was running away from him, I tripped on something.

Laying on the floor, I turned around afraid to see my father hovering over me. But instead, he was still where I last was, and his face in shock was staring to the side of me. As I turned my head to where he was looking, my eyes followed up the legs of my mother.

Terrified to continue looking, tears formed in my eyes as my biggest fear ever happened.

Continued looking up and following my mom's body, I saw blood pooled by her back. Then her arms. And my eyes fell on her face.

Her eyes were staring directly at mine. But her blue eyes that once had the sparkle and love when she would look at me, had died. Her mouth slightly open and a trickle of blood coming out the side of her mouth.

I crawled to her on my hands and knees, not even realizing the glass being pressed into my palms and knees. As I got closer, I realized the glass that was throughout her body. The life from her was gone. She was gone. And she was gone because of me. It was all my fault.

I pulled myself up to her, holding her lifeless body.

"Mom? Mom.... please wake up... everything is okay.... I am okay... you are okay... mom please..." I sobbed in between each word and sentence.

I gently pulled my hand up and hovered it over my mothers face. With my shaky hand, I closed her eyes so she can finally rest in peace.

Not processing what just happened, I overheard my father speak to me, with a hint of happiness.

"The absolute only time I have ever been proud of you, and probably the only time I will ever be."

I felt numb. My knees and palms oozed with blood from the glass, but I didn't even feel any pain.

I sat there with my mother's lifeless body, limp in my arms. What felt like a few seconds, turned into hours. As the storm subsided, the sun shined, but only for a little, as the sun was already setting. Staring at the floor, seeing the glass, the leaves, the water from the rain. Nothing felt real..

Not even sure where my dad went, I stared off thinking about my mother. All of the memories flooded through my brain.

The wind was still blowing, but not nearly as hard as before. When a larger gust of wind came through the windows, the leaves blew, but something else caught my eye in the moonlight shining through the windows.

A piece of paper flipped over, only to reveal a letter with a red wax seal on it.

Curiousity consumed me and when I went to move to grab it, my body ached as I realize how it's been hours since I've been in the same sitting position holding my mother.

I crawled over more glass, but the pain never registered. I opened the letter, leaving blood on the paper. My eyes flickered through the words on the paper.

"Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Memories flash my mind to my dad speaking badly of a school called "Hogwarts" and how it is a horrible place when he wishes the parents would just send their kids to the "other side", as he would put it.

I, of course, never understood what he meant by any of it, but something struck inside me that I wanted to go to this "Hogwarts School".

I turned around to look at mom, and I know the hole in my heart would never be able to forgive myself for what I had done. But I knew I needed to get out of here, far, far away from here....

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