Like Father, Like Son

I walked in and knelt to the ground. "Come.", he whispered/hissed at me. I HATE being around this man, he is the most freaky, bipolar, snake faced, murderous person on the face of the earth. I walked over to the chair by the fire place and knelt down again. He stretched out a boney finger and touched my hair. At his cold touch I trembled, knowing how many hundereds of innocnt lives have been killed with that same hand that he was gently stroking my hair with. He knew how I loathed wasting time but he didn't care, well he did, but not enough to leave me alone. He had called me down to his room to talk, 'great' i thought when Lucious came up to get me. My father was a viscious man to all but me, which used to scare the living shit out of me. He always watches me like a snake about to eat a bird. But, as he always tells me, "I have a loyalty to Salazar and to The Dark Lord." " Are you listening, Avery?" I started out of my thoughts, "Im apologize, Father, I was contemplating, things." " Do well to listen in the future." " Yes Father.", those were the most common words that came out of my mouth, ever since I was able to talk, my father secured himself within my consciousness. He taught me everything. He taught me how to walk, to talk and everything. When I was old enough, he began to teach me magic and discovered a talent of mine. I didnt need a wand to do magic.I could think of something I wanted to happen and it happened, just like that. At a DeathEater meeting, i was 10 years old and sitting by my father, like I always did and still do, one of the death eaters was being and idiot and critisizing my father, my mind started to wander and started to think of ways my father could kill him, at one of my thoughts, it happened, the DeathEaters bones started to protrude out of his body and he started to scream, I looked up and started laughing, knowing that I had caused that, I imagined his spine curving upward and going through his heart. And so it happened, I started laughing even harder, my father looked down at me, smiling. He was proud of me, of my power and of the fact that I was like him in the respect that i liked the idiots suffering, that while he died, i laughed. After that night, he stopped teaching me magic, instead, he focused on training me both mentally and physically. He had me run and then read and run some more. "Avery!" again, I started. "Im sorry Father, I was remebering the past. I apologize." " You seem very distractable today, is something your mind?" " no Father." good because I need to talk to you."


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