You're Who's Sister?!

Okay, currently I was hiding from my Mother, who was mad at me because I got accepted into Beaverstone. Again. She's been hoping that sending me to Salem, an institute where they were very strict with rules and even more so with punishments, would make them stop sending acceptance letters, Nope. My older brother Remus, has no idea of the beatings that I get while he's away during the summer at his friend Jaspers house. It's not as if I wanted to go to Beaverstone. I mean I did at first, it's all I wanted to do, but after some unconventional convincing from my Mother, I was happy to just be away from her. And I'd made friends at Salem quite good ones, although no one knew that I was really a girl. It was for my own safety you see, if I told anyone, I risked them telling the Headmaster and getting kicked out. Getting kicked out was scarier than getting accepted to Beaverstone. "How dare you try and steal Remus' spot light!" My mother shrieked as she pulled me out from behind the couch. "Spotlight? How thick can you get?" Did I say that out loud? Oh goodness, I did didn't I? That wasn't really well thought out by me. I tended to speak my mind, which is why I tried to not have bad thoughts because there wasn't much filter between my mind and my mouth. "You little brat! How dare you talk back to me!" Oh here we go again. She threw me against the wall and I crumbled to the floor. For a thirty year old woman, my Mother sure has a strong arm. I guess when you constantly beat your child, you get a little stronger than normal. She raised her wand and opened her mouth to say a spell. Not a spell at all actually. It was a curse, several curses in fact. My mother liked to experiment with curses, finding out which ones were the most painful, and had the longest lasting effected. I covered my face with my arms just in time for the curse to hit. I screamed in bloody murder. If you have never felt this specific curse, then you can consider yourself lucky. It feels like someone's taking jaded knives, dipping them into fire, then plunging them into your skin. It's not exactly fun. Well, it wasn't fun for me, but my Mother seemed to be have a grand time with the endless torture she put me through. It's kinda sad, that she had come to this point, to the point of hating her child so much she took the anger out on her. After Remus and I's father died, my Mother went into a downward spiral of hate and drinking and playing card games with the people that came over to the house. You'd never know she was an alcoholic, the house was always clean, there was never anything broken. She didn't constantly drink at home all day, she had a paying day job that paid the bills and kept some food on the table. Although a lot of the time it was hard to get by with the small amounts of money that came in, there had to be enough to feed her habits and myself and Remus to some sort of extent. Although I did most of the cooking. I could feel my self being turn inside out. My screams were only going to get louder and louder. But Remus wasn't here, he never was. He'd get home for a couple days, visit and then go to his friends house for the rest of the summer, leaving me alone. In some cases, I feel like I should resent him for leaving me behind to go with his friends, but he didn't know what was happening, he had no clue of what goes on behind the walls and what she does. He thinks that she had games with friends, constant games of poker and such. He'd even smiled at such parties, happy to see our Mother laughing with her friends. But he never saw what was really going on. "You're a little Brat! No one will Ever love you! No one wants you!" Can you guess why I'm a shy introvert? The verbal insults and beatings were just as bad as the physical ones. I guess that would hurt anyone, bring them to a point of isolation and social anxiety. As the was about to use the curse for the third time, something happened. Something that had never happened before. There was a popping sound and then "Stupify!" My Mother was sent flying across the room. A man went over to her. He had dark brown hair and roundish oval glasses. His hair was neat and kept short, he looked very professional. "Delilah Marie Lawrence! You are under arrest for use of an unforgivable curse and child abuse!" He said. He's an Soldier! It was about time the Soldiers caught wind of what my Mother was doing. My vision began to cloud, I must have been losing a lot of blood. The tiny little cuts all over my body stung everywhere. I blinked, seeing blackness cloud over the edges of my vision, I pushed it away, trying to concentrate. A kind looking woman came over to me, she had blue-y grey eyes and light brown hair. Her eyes told me that she was kind, that she was nurturing. She started to heal my injuries. I whimpered as she felt the crack of my skull. "Hey sweetheart. My name is Euphemia Burton. OK. What's yours?" She asked. Her voice was soft, but kind. She didn't sound burly or strict like I had imagined Soldiers sounded. I'd often imagined them coming to save me from my Mother, taking me away so that I could live a sort of happy life. "Shiyloh Lawrence" "Lawrence, as in Remus Lawrence?" She asked. How did she know my brother? I nodded. "OK Shiyloh, we're going to get you out of here" She told me. Get me out of there? Well that's lovely. My head was beginning to hurt with all the swirling and fading blackness around me. My body ached and burned and felt cold all at the same time. I heard yelling and screaming coming from the other side of the room. "You filthy Blood Traitor!" My Mother screamed at me. I tried to turn my head, but high jolts of pain went through my head as I did so and I had to hold back the tears that I didn't realize were there. Euphemia put her hand on my head to keep it from moving. She obviously knew a lot about sick people, which was good in situations like this. "Don't move okay. Just stay awake. Tell me about yourself" She said softly. "I go to Salem, but I want to go to Beaverstone" I said slowly "My favourite colour is Black and blue. I like Music and I'm kinda flexible.” It was funny, what things came to mind when asked to describe myself, to talk about myself to other people. I hardly spoke to anyone ever, and no one had asked me either. "Flexible huh? You'll have to show me sometime" Euphemia smiled. My eyes began to droop and I just nodded my head. Everything seemed to be fading away, voices became distant like I was hearing them from far away. They were muffled, like they were coming from a pillow. "Hey! Hey! Stay with me OK? You're so brave Shiyloh for taking on that many curses, but you have to stay awake for a little longer" Euphemia urged me. I forced my eyes to stay open, which was harder than it looked. It shouldn't have been this hard to stay awake. "Let me go!" I heard my Mother scream. "Unhand me!" "H-How do you know Remus?" I said softly. "He's my sons friend" She must be Jaspers mother! "How do you know him? Are you related?" "He's my big brother by four hours" I muttered. My eyes finally closing. "Shiyloh? Shiyloh! Fleamont! I'm losing her!" Then my world went black, just as I felt myself being squeezed through a tube. A pulling behind my bellybutton and caused more pain than it should.