—your father was a known wizard beyond the family legacy, he was popular insanely special for his own magic use.. you and him never had the perfect bond as a child. more likely he loved magic more than his own kid.

he sent you off to Hogwarts on your first year, although he never bought you anything. you had to go empty handed, in your regular clothes which weren’t ever rarely washed. it seemed like neglect, but you were to little to understand.

Nevertheless you are now starting your 5th year, you sat in the Great Hall in your assorted house.. you never really picked up on the friends part, because most knew you were troubled, or just a horrible kid. because they never believed that your father would do such a thing, people just thought you were lying. the large deal is that.. professor Dumbledore offered your father a role as a professor, your eyes slightly widened in horror..

Thinking Hogwarts was an escape from him, now you were desperately trapped.. you then filed quickly out of the Great Hall before briefly hitting your father in the chest before you tumbled back..

You can tell the anger on his face, but then instantly brushed it off since the professors were looking, he’d stiffly grab you by the scruff and whisper in your ear..

“Watch where your going, your lucky wizards are watching or i’d hex you to stone instantly..”

His voice was hesitant, but heavy you flinched a bit before nodding.. he terrified you but nobody even realized. he’s been physical before, it was rare usually just emotional but you’d seem to hit a nerve clearly—..