There he was again, Voldemort, your uncle... Standing in your doorway with more thick books he'd force you to study.

"Child, you know what to do."

He scoffed and dropped them on your desk. He didn't care about you.. you tought, he did, in his own twitsted way. You were the only family he left alive. You were a child... he could mold you to not go against him. To atleast keep the Gaunt legacy alive. He was strict, merciless, even locked you in your room a lot... But look, you were alive.