A/N(Please review, again this is my second fan fiction, just because I absolutely love Harry Potter! Tell me what you think, either good or bad. Now enough ramblings on to the story.) LANGUAGE WARNING!

Full Summary: Mia is tormented by her past and present, but continues to put up a strong mask, exuding happiness while in despair. Unloved by her parents and shunned by kids at school, she cries and prays at night to be saved, before she finds a way to kill herself. A tragedy insues, leading up to a strangely aged- looking letter with a large seal on it, addressed to her 'room in the basement'. Answering this paper takes her on an adventure she will never forget, and true love she will always have.

Prologue
"STOP," Mia screamed, hitting Mark weakly on the back. He didn't even look back, ignoring her as he slammed his fists into Mia's best friend, Sarah. She could only watch as the person who tried the hardest to help her get beaten to a pulp.
"Help me," Sarah, said in a ragged whisper, tears streaming down her face, twisted in pain. Mia made one last attempt , pushing Mark onto the floor, failing to notice the jet of grey transfer into Mark. She bent down to Sarah, who was unconscious, but breathing. Mia didn't feel the tears on her own face as she picked her shirt off the floor, quickly but carefully wiping the blood from Sarah's face. Suddenly before she realized it, she was lying on her back , her head throbbing.
"What the fuck did you do,"Mark yelled, towering over her. Mia remained silent, staring up at him with scared eyes. He hit her hard in her chest, "What the hell did you stab me with?"
She winced, her face blank, but utterly confused "What are you talking about? I have nothing to stab you with. It doesn't matter, she was ... just trying to help," she whispered.
"Heifer, I'm your boyfriend, I can do whatever the hell I want with you," Mark growled, forgetting the small stab wound at the top of his back, while glaring at Mia.
"No, you can't," she whispered, even quieter than before.
"WHAT!" he screamed, slapping her hard against the face. Mia glared back at him, angry for getting Sarah in this mess in the first place.
"I'm not one of your little girlfriends, that will put out for you just because you say so," her voice rising. She started to get up, but was kicked viciously in the stomach. She coughed violently, emptying her breakfast on Mark's bedroom floor.
"Stupid bitch," he hollered, kicking her again, and again, even harder than before. She gasped, gagging for air as she threw up blood. She watched helplessly watched as Mark kicked her again, before everything went black.

later,
tortured soul aka Samantha

I did this story differently on another site, but I decided that this would be perfect HP fic, than just another teen story.