Thunder rumbled outside and it sent a chill down my back. Whenever the weather was bad, I knew that something was going to happen. I don't know how I knew but I just had a feeling in the pit of my stomach as the wind growled and the rain splattered like blood onto the windows.

I was sitting at my bay window watching the storm slowly get more dangerous, I felt bad for the people that had to walk in this terrible weather because if I were in their probably very wet shoes, I would be thinking of all the worst scenarios possible.

BOOM!

For a split second, I saw the bright glow of lightning in the sky.

I had gotten so lost in the chaos of the storm that I forgot that I had a book laying on my lap, waiting to be read. But I didn't feel like reading anymore, I felt like watching the rest of the storm and I knew that there would only be a couple minutes until my mother would come to get me and my twin brother for dinner.

BOOM!

I knew that something was going to happen at dinner. I was probably going to say something to make my father upset with me again. I always upset my parents whenever I do something. They don't like the words that come out of my mouth or the actions I do from instincts.

Would my parents never love me? Would my father ever not be disappointed in me?

Those are just some of the questions that have been on my mind as I have grown up. But I always tell myself the same two things.

One, never say or do anything in public that would be a disgrace to the family name.

And two, always do what my father asked of me, no matter what it was.

I have been following those two rules for years, but sometimes I forget about them and end up in trouble or in terrible pain.

"Lilith, darling," A voice says.

I turned away from the window to see my mother standing in the doorway.

My mother, Narcissa Malfoy, is the perfect pure-blood mother in my opinion. She is tall, pale, with long black and blonde hair. She has a cold voice that depending on the words, could keep you up all night.

"Yes mother?" I asked her in a small voice.

"Dinner is ready," Mother tells me before continuing down the hallway and disappearing from sight.

I sigh as I got to my feet and put the book that was on my lap right where I was just sitting a couple seconds ago.

I walked out of my bedroom and started towards the stairs.

Once I got downstairs, I walked through a door and I was inside the dining room.

I looked to see the rest of my family sitting at the long black table.

My father, Lucius Malfoy, was sitting at the front of the table. He has long blonde hair that me and my twin had inherited from him. He has pale skin, cool grey eyes, and a cold voice just like my mother.

No one said a word to me as I took my seat on the left side of the table. I looked to see my twin brother, Draco already taking small bits of his dinner.

Me and Draco did look a lot alike. We had our parents pale skin, our father's pale blonde hair, and our father's blue eyes. But our personality couldn't be more different. Draco always acted like the perfect child and he never got in as much trouble as me. Draco also acts a lot more spoiled than I was but I am way more stubborn than he is.

Everyone was eating in silence which was pretty normal. My mother is normally the one that breaks the silence because she will ask about father's job at the Ministry of Magic or ask me and Draco if we were excited to go to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the school that we are going to be attending for the next seven years to learn all about the magic and the wizarding world that is hidden from normal people or muggles as us wizards and witches call them.

Me and Draco got our letter on our 11th birthday which was about a mouth ago on June 5th. Father is planning on taking us to Diagon Alley to get all our school supplies for our first year.

I have been doing a lot of reading about the magical school and I couldn't wait to get there. Malfoy Manor, this dark, gloomy mansion that I call my home felt more like a prison to me.

On September 1st, I will be getting on a train and going to Hogwarts to learn magic and get away from my parents and this prison.

Suddenly, I heard the dining room door open which made me jump two feet in the air. I looked over at my twin to see that he was grinning from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes at him and looked back over at the door to see that it is our house-elf, Dobby.

Dobby has been our house-elf for as long as I can remember. He is probably the only person that I like in his big mansion. He is very sweet, kind, and I feel bad for him because he has to work for my evil father.

I looked to see that Dobby had a bunch of papers levitating over his thin arms. I could guess that those papers are for my father's jobs.

"Sir!" Dobby says as he walks up to my father's seat. "Sir!"

I watched my father roll his eyes as he stood up so he towers over the little elf.

"What do you want?" Father asked in a cool voice.

"I got you the papers that you want."

Father rolls his eyes again, "Then take them to my office you stupid elf."

Dobby started walking the other way but that was when my father kicked the poor creature, making him lose concentration and the papers spilled all over the floor.

BOOM!

I had totally forgotten about the storm that was going on outside, I had been too lost in thought.

I watched with horror in my eyes as Father took his wand out of his staff and pointed it at the house-elf.

My father kicked the elf as he started to get up, "Look what you did!"

"Sir.."

"Shut up!" My father says as he kicks the elf a third time.

"Stop it!" I yelled as I stood up, "You're hurting him!"

Father slowly turned around with an evil glare in his grey eyes.

"Look at you, Lilith," Father says, "Protecting a stupid little house-elf."

"He did nothing wrong!" I yelled at me, "No ever deserves to be treated like that."

"Expelliarmus"

I felt my back smash in a wall and I landed on the hard marble floor.

"Oh, my god! Lucius!"

"Shut up!" Father yelled, I looked up through tears in my eyes at my father's evil smug face, "So Lilith, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"No one deserves to be treated like that," I whispered.

"What?"

"No one deserves to be treated like that!" I yelled, "I could tell someone, I could tell someone what you're doing to me.

I didn't expect my father to smile at my comment, "You really think that a little girl can outspeak a worker at the ministry with no proof."

"I have proof," I say as I show him the scars all over my arms.

Father gave a small laugh, "You won't turn me in."

I thought about this for a moment. There was no way that I could get this through to the Ministry when my father is the best friend of the Minister himself. If they did find proof, they might cover it up and my father would never be arrested.

"No, I won't," I sobbed.

"Good," Father says, "Crucio!"

An overwhelming pain filled my small body. Everything in my body was boiling and my bones felt like they were scattering. A crueling scream came from my throat immediately turning it to dust. Salty tears spilled from my eyes covering my vision.

This has been something that has happened to me ever since I learned to speak up to my evil pure-blood parents that are in love with their richness and their power. I didn't understand how my own father could look at me, his own daughter, and see a monster.

But I guess that is the only thing that me and my father have in common. We both see each other as monsters.

It felt like the overwhelming pain in my body would never leave, like I was going to have to live with pain until I die. But in just a couple seconds, the pain disappeared but my body felt tense and sore. My throat felt as dry as sandpaper and I knew that I wouldn't be able to do much with my voice for a couple days.

I couldn't see anything through my eyes that were blinked by my tears.

"She deserved it," I heard Father's voice say, "She can not destroy the family name."

"But she's just a child," Mother's voice says in her chilling voice, "People will see what you're doing to her at some point. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"No one will know," Father tells his wife, "I promise you, my love."

"But what about Draco," Mother asked, "He was so scared of you today, the poor boy couldn't even speak when I took him up to his room."

I heard Father sigh, "I will make sure Draco never sees anything again, but he will understand someday."

I felt a tear fall down my face.

How could my parents be concerned with my twin brother when they just used one of the unforgivable curses on their own daughter. They are concerned about what will happen to them if anyone found out this, father would go to jail.

I could tell them, I could get the Ministry proof about the attacks. But I never do.

As I lay there on the cold marble floor with a sore body, a dry throat, and blinked eyes. I thought about what it would be like if my parents loved me and honestly wanted me in their lives. I wanted to know what it's like to be loved by the people that are supposed to love you the most.

That was probably the main reason why I never turned my father in for his crimes because maybe... just maybe someday in the future, he can look at me and smile. A real smile that a father is supposed to give their daughters. A real smile to show that he loves me and is proud of everything that I've done.

Then my mother and brother will look at me with real smiles on their faces too. They would smile at me with love in their hearts and they would hug me like they never wanted to let go of me.

But for now, I am a disgrace and they would rather me dead than alive.

But someday, that will change.

Someday.

So for the rest of the night, I didn't move and I just stayed there on the cold marble floor with my sore body and aching heart.

I cried until I blacked out and fell into a light sleep that was filled with nightmares that were just like memories.