Chapter 1 : Daddy...
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I sat down at my desk and pulled out parchment, a quill, and ink. I started writing a letter to a man I used to know.
Mommy told me today, she said you were re- married. I put the pictures threw the muggle paper shredder (Doubt you even know what that is.). I saw one when I was little and we were at Hogsmeade.
A tear dropped down on the paper as memories rushed through my head.
I remembered this year at Hogwarts, I started Hogwarts you know. Well when the call my name I wouldn't move I didn't want to be a Weasley so I walked away. I got sorted eventually when Mummy came. I was a Gryffindor just like you. I don't want to be like a Dad who hits there princesses.
I started crying, hard. I remembered the night Mom made dad leave our house. Mom had found me in her room blood flowing out of my broken arm, Dad pushed so hard my bone came out of her skin. Dad also used spells that night, he was drunk I think.
I wanted to tell you that I wish you weren't my daddy. You said I was your princess and you convinced me that hitting me was a way of loving. It isn't. There was this boy at school who knew you; he said you were dating his mom. I cried that night, not for me for that poor little boy. When mom told me you got married laughed. You don't deserve anything more than dirt.
I paused and laughed again, tears running into my mouth. I picked the quill up again and continued to write.
I hope you remember me, I hope you remember how mean you were. I remember when I first flew a broom and I did great. You shoved me off and I got really hurt. Last week a girl asked where I got all the scars from I told her my King did it she laughed.
I cried again my paper was now covered in spots where my tears had hit the paper. I hated it when everyone asked where I got the scars, or why my left arm was difficult to use. I had always wanted to be a beater, but thanks to Dad, I couldn’t, I was going to be a chaser though.
I wish I could hurt you like you hurt me. I hope reading this is causing you as much pain as you caused me. Mommy said we might go get my name changed, my last name. I don't want to be a Weasel I want to be a Granger like Mommy. I wish my scars would go away then I could completely forget you like I want. I hope you die.
Emily Molly Weasel
I sealed the letter and gave it to my owl and told her to bring it to dad. I wish my scars would just disappear so I could forget. I wish they could erase my memory so I couldn’t remember the way he told me it’s OK. Or when he told me it was all just pretend. The way he always said, don’t tell mummy it’s our little secret. I was dumb enough to believe it all. I looked at all the scars, most mum never knew about until the night she yelled at dad. I remember that night so well. Mum yelled for a long time I was seven it was only maybe four years ago. I was in her arms the whole time and she got all bloody. Daddy didn’t want me to go with her, he said stay with me, and I just clung to mum. Once dad made us leave we went to Mungo’s.
We were homeless after that. We went to the burrow; Grammy didn’t believe us until she saw the big scar. We stayed with her while we found a house, it felt like home there. Well, it did until dad come to visit home one day. When he said “HI” to me I ran to mum crying. He still scares me, I don’t know what I’d do if I saw him.
I wish my scars would fade away with the memory of you dad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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