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By the age of nine she knew the majority of potions and what ingredients went with them. She also had her books and even advanced them somehow in her own way to "improve" the potions as she would say. She was well educated when it came to all subjects she was learning and would be more ahead than the others when arriving at Hogwarts. And especially because she hated the disappointed look on her parents faces when she answered any question wrong. She hated that look they gave her when she didn't do it right. She had poured herself into her studies in order to prove to her parents they could be proud of her. But one wrong move and she wasn't getting that proud look she liked to see. She hated that she wasn't allowed to know what they did for a job that made them so rich.

It wasn't just the money passed through generations she knew that was for sure. But she didn't know what exactly until she did detailed searches because she wanted no deep down she needed to know. She knew that whatever she was going to find might not be something she wanted to hear. Although if she was to support her parents and carry on their legacy through generations. She knew she would have to know whatever she could get her hands on. And so her first troublesome adventure began one night when everyone was asleep. Mainly the employees and the house elf's and such because her parents were gone yet again this month. So she snuck down the stairs and around the corner of a hallway where she wasn't supposed to be.

It was her father's side of the house where his main office resided and where she was told never to go. Of course, she knew he had secret stuff in there and security measures had been taken as well. She planned it out very well indeed, first she would cast the spell to unlock the door. Then she maneuvered her way past the cameras then turned them off. Which would notify her father soon giving her only a few minutes before they turned back on. Which gave her the chance to unlock his safe grab some stuff from a drawer and rush out before she was caught. She relocked the door and giggled softly before rushing back to her bedroom. Which was farther than she thought and she nearly got caught by one of the staff that resided in her manor.

She covered her mouth hiding around the corner yet she used a disillusionment charm to hide herself. She then snuck around the corner once she knew it was safe and rushed to the east wing of the house where her room was located. She slowly opened the door knowing it creaked if she opened it a certain way. So she avoided that and gently snuck back inside her room and rushed to her bed. She set the papers and a black leather journal on her bed with a big mischievous grin plaster on her face. She was good yet she knew she had a week to read all the stuff she grabbed before her father and mother came home. So technically she had four days to read, one day to sneak back inside the office. Considering she didn't want to be caught she couldn't go just a day after to put it all back.

If she were caught she didn't know what might happen to her when at the end of her father's rages. He could be a nice and elegant man, but when he was angry you never wanted to be in the receiving end of his anger. She knew that when she witnessed her father get angry with the house elf named Kai and nearly killed him. Then took his anger out on the nearest maid for whatever reason she didn't know of. She brushed off that idea and opened the journal first and noticed names and dates, addresses and they were labeled in a special order. She took note because her memory was quite good it was one of her many abilities, she could memorize something and remember it a few days later without missing a word.

Her memory was amazing at best, she had a photographic memory, had the ability to remember things so on point to the very last detail it was amazing yet a curse at some times. Having to constantly relive memories she hated would be what she thought of as a curse for having such a vivid memory. She also took note of the names she went down the list and realized it was a list of the sacred 29 families her family at the top of the list. It had some names highlighted and there was a key to decipher what it all meant. What each color or underline meant, and she realized who her parents really were then and in that moment. She realized what size her family was on and what side they despised or what families were blood traitors as the book took note of.

The Weasley family was highlighted in red which meant blood traitor because they associated with muggles or muggle born children. But when she got further into the book she saw a sketch a specific sketch that sent shivers down her spine. The dark mark lay there clear on the page taunting her as if drawing her in knowing she would get one later in life. If it weren't done she would be a disgrace to her family name she knew that now. But she didn't know why she felt sad upon seeing the mark, nor did she understand why she also felt power radiating off the page. It was calling her name, begging to be open with her and called her to come forth in the future years. She gulped down her nerves realizing what side her parents were really on.

They were killers and they would expect her to be nothing less than that exact thing. She knew the mark would someday be on her skin and that idea caused some emotion to stir inside her.