O r p h a n ● Tom Riddle [Harry Potter Fanfiction]

➓ Dix - Black Black

A/N: A warning that this chapter may be triggering, and disturbing/sickening to some... (I almost threw up...) 

Dedicated to ViolentSaviors  for encouraging me and helping me with my confidence!!! Her advice was much needed! I'm only able to post such a quick update due to her support!!

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Obsidian B.

"Obsidian Black, get your useless self down here! It's time to go! OBSIDIAN!"

I could hear Persephonella screaming from 2 floors below as I stood in my room, staring blindly into the fresh morning light shining in through the tall windows.

It was a morning like any other, and as usual it started with Persephonella screaming at the top of her lungs.

I turned around, ignoring my reflection in the ornate mirror directly in front of me, and opened one of the drawers of my mahogany dresser. Picking up a folded white button up with black pants, I slowly dressed myself for whatever awaited me during the day... the long-awaited escape.

After succeeding in buttoning up my shirt, I finally decided to face myself in the mirror, and as I lifted my head up, catching my reflection, I sighed. I had his eyes; a vivid mix of green and brown... and I could swear that, sometimes, they almost looked red. "The eyes of a monster!" Persephonella would say. Always referred to as a monster, my father - An unknown figure in a family portrait that didn't exist.

I quickly brushed a hand through my dark brown hair, hoping to tame it enough to at least please the non-existent crowd before making my way down two flights of stairs, and into the landing of our living room.

Our living room was nothing to brag about - it was a typical Black family room: Old furnishing, dusty antiques, and portraits of long-dead ancestors littering the walls. I could tell you that it was typical because it lacked colour and sunlight – a staple for any Black household, apparently.

I visited a cousin once, up in Yorkshire, and I swear he had the same bloodstains on his Oakwood floors as ours.

I found Persephonella right by our front door, a direct right from the landing, admiring her reflection in her extravagant silver compact mirror. Large suitcases were piled behind her, and our family elf, Graves, stood patiently beside it.

Graves turned to me as I neared Ella and nodded silently before disaperating off with the bags with a click of his fingers. "Are you ready, Obsidian? I'm getting tired, don't you care that I've been waiting for hours?!" Persephonella seethed, not bothering to look away from her mirror.

She was dressed to impress today with her raven hair put up in an extravagant bun, her family jewels clasped around every possible hold, and her green eyes framed with thick curtains of black lashes reflecting brightly in the mirror. "Apologies, I seemed to have misread the time. I was sure I'd only been 10 minutes, at most."

She slammed her mirror shut and darted her piercing green eyes towards me - if she was mad before, she was furious now, and only from a little correction. "You're back talking me now?"

I took a wary step back, and ended up backing myself into the wall. A bead of sweat crept it's way down the side of my face, and I hoped she wouldn't notice me quivering as I tried to keep a straight face. "...I wasn't late." I tried to sound stern, but my voice betrayed me as it shook.

She gave me a smug look before taking a step towards me, her eyes never leaving my quivering body. "You've got your fathers looks... you almost remind me of him sometimes... he really was gorgeous" she spoke, caressing a gentle hand down the side of my face.