Post by melanie on Jul 3, 2013 19:26:26 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] aurora paige vesslor. twentyeight. slytherin/azkaban escapee. 10 in Cedar Wand with Roserade Pollen, solid. katie mcgrath. | |
[rs=2] | I was born on the wintery night of January 5th. My mom used to tell me that it was the stormiest and coldest of nights and I was supposed to be born 3 weeks later. Her name was Bridgette Vesslor and my father's name is or was Gerald Vesslor. I never knew what my father did for a living but it was powerful and most likely illegal. My mother didn't work and stayed home with us children. A year after I was born, my brother Toby was born. As soon as we were old enough to talk and play, Toby and I were always very close. We grew up in a wealthy manor where we had plenty of servants and our mother to take care of us. My father was always cold and always working. Later I found out he only wanted children in the first place to take on the family name... preferrably a boy. When I was born he was quite disappointed and so he demanded that they had another and they were lucky to have a boy. It was around the age of seven in which I started noticing the bruises on my mother's body. She would hold my hand while we played outside. I asked her what happened and she would say that she bumped into something or she fell. I pretended that I believed her... but part of me knew she was lying. I've always had a way of knowing when someone is lying to me. I was never close or wanted to be close to my father. To me, he was a stranger who housed us. He was always either 'working' or out late with whoever he was with. He very much frequented the lowliest of pubs and the alleyways of Knockturn Alley. I began going to Hogwarts a year before my brother and I remembering it being very lonely at first. I remember the sorting hat had a lot of trouble deciding which house I should go. My father had mumbled under his breath before I left that if I got into any other house than Slytherin than I would no longer be his daughter. Sometimes I look back and wish I had been put into Gryffindor like the hat suggested before I begged it to put me in Slytherin, which was its second choice. My first year at Hogwarts wasn't bad or particularly good. I always missed my brother and mother but was glad to be away from my father's control and indifference to our entire family. I wrote to my brother all of the time and worked hard on my studies and made few friends during this time. I often found other Slytherins to be vain and petty and I was a bit quite and reserved. The year after and my brother joined me in Hogwarts and we were as inseparable as ever. My brother was always better at making friends and so once he did this, it was easier for me to adopt the friends my brother had. After a while, I started to come out of my shell a bit. I was always very smart and enjoyed focusing on my studies. I became the top student in my year and it was no contest that I became a prefect. During my fifth year, I met a boy who was a Ravenclaw and a muggleborn. I knew my father wouldn't approve of my new friendship and I hoped that he wouldn't find out. My brother helped me to protect my secret as I had also fallen for this boy named Andrew. Somehow, he found out. I later found out that he had his colleagues children (all in slytherin) spying on me and my brother in Hogwarts. That summer, I refused to end things with Andrew. I'd finally had enough of my father trying to control our lives and it was then that he hit me across the face, almost hitting my eye but settling for a cut above my it. The scar is still there and quite visible, but it was worth standing up to him. My mother and brother helped with the bleeding and she told me that she wanted to leave him but she was afraid to for all of our safety. My father would find us and it would make things worse for everyone. I nearly didn't go back to Hogwarts just to defy my father. I wanted to run away with my brother and mother without my father ever finding us. But it was not that simple. During a weekend in Hogsmeade, I spotted my mother talking to a man privately. I watched from afar while the man touched my mom's hand and they looked quite cozy. Who was this man? |
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