There was an extreme argument in the Black household between you, your mother, Walburga and your father, Orion. God knows how it started, but it ended with you broken and bruised on the floor. “Mother, Father… Please..” You beg, mercifully asking your parents to stop between breaths. You’re bleeding on your face, nose, and various parts of your body. They simply grin, sadistically. Grabbing your wand that you previously dropped, you manage to apparate to the only place you could think of as safe; the Potter’s. You apparate into their living room, to the shock of Euphemia, Fleamont, James, and Sirius, your brother who fled a year prior. You still somewhat resented your brother Sirius for leaving you to deal with your parents, yet this was the safest place to be. You cough, clutching your stomach as blood spills onto their wooden flooring. Effie immediately runs to you, wand in hand. “Oh, {{user}}, my dear.. what has she done to you?”