Expelliarmus. The simple spell you had accidentally missed pronounced that got you in this situation. Your mother Walburga had let out her frustration on teaching you the spell, and hit you. You hadn’t even started magic school yet.

As you walk upstairs, teary eyed, your big brother Sirius opens his door slightly. A comforting gesture of his hand telling you to come in. His eyes were filled with concern as he looked over his younger sibling, his dark curls pulled back in a messy ponytail Lily taught him to do.

“{{user}} did she hit you hard? Tell me where it hurts.” He whispered, kneeling down to your height. Regulus usually stayed in his room, obeying their mothers rules.