how I became NO ONE
written by xilosceint
a pure-blood Slytherin falls in love with a muggle, therefore losing all respect from her demanding Slytherin family. also, bad things start to happen.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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3
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chapter two: home
Chapter 2
I'm finally home for Christmas Holiday.
My dog, Snape, greets me at the door and almost knocks me over, he's so big.
"Down, boy! DOWN!"
He does, but reluctantly. I understand. He hasn't seen me in forever.
I have some things I want to do, but there's only 15 minutes before dinnertime. My stuff will have to wait, it's my favorite food for dinner tonight. I walk into the living room where my mom is sitting on the dark-green couch. She doesn't look up, even when I trip over Snape and fall on the floor with a loud THUDD. She's usually like this, but she used to actually acknowledge that I'm there.
I head to the table and sit down.
No one joins me tonight, but that happens often.
My dad comes into my room and sits down on my bed.
Also unusual, he doesn't do that unless....
He looks up at me with a solemn expression on his face.
"Oh no"
"Yup. They've come AGAIN. No matter HOW MANY TIMES I tell them, 'there's no dark items in our house', they come ANYWAY. Ugh, I HATE Ministry Officials! They poke around EVERYWHERE. Luckily, I hid those talking skulls where they'll NEVER find them, EVER."
"That's good. Where did you put them?"
"hehe... In the boiler! They won't check there!"
My dad has a passion for Dark Arts and Dark Items.
It gets annoying, especially when the Ministry Officials come to our house because some stupid muggle is complaining about "weird noises in the night".
But me and my mom put up with it.
And hey, those skulls come in handy for Burglar Alarms!
My dog, Snape, greets me at the door and almost knocks me over, he's so big.
"Down, boy! DOWN!"
He does, but reluctantly. I understand. He hasn't seen me in forever.
I have some things I want to do, but there's only 15 minutes before dinnertime. My stuff will have to wait, it's my favorite food for dinner tonight. I walk into the living room where my mom is sitting on the dark-green couch. She doesn't look up, even when I trip over Snape and fall on the floor with a loud THUDD. She's usually like this, but she used to actually acknowledge that I'm there.
I head to the table and sit down.
No one joins me tonight, but that happens often.
My dad comes into my room and sits down on my bed.
Also unusual, he doesn't do that unless....
He looks up at me with a solemn expression on his face.
"Oh no"
"Yup. They've come AGAIN. No matter HOW MANY TIMES I tell them, 'there's no dark items in our house', they come ANYWAY. Ugh, I HATE Ministry Officials! They poke around EVERYWHERE. Luckily, I hid those talking skulls where they'll NEVER find them, EVER."
"That's good. Where did you put them?"
"hehe... In the boiler! They won't check there!"
My dad has a passion for Dark Arts and Dark Items.
It gets annoying, especially when the Ministry Officials come to our house because some stupid muggle is complaining about "weird noises in the night".
But me and my mom put up with it.
And hey, those skulls come in handy for Burglar Alarms!
