Alright, I don't care if you flame me in your review but I would like someone to tell me if I have made any mistakes or inconstancies. I really need a beta but have no idea how it works. I just kinda got this idea and went with the flow.

Warnings of abuse from not only the main character but some other roommates as well. Later chapters may have references to gore or torture.

The only comfort you can rely is that of yourself.

The dungeons were unappealing and ominous; with a powerful feeling it seemed almost like a mother's hug. As I walked through the rough stone walls the faint feeling of claustrophobia filled me, because the sweetening feeling was foreign. I pushed it down and kept walking, feeling the other first years trailing behind me. They didn't feel it, but I could, like a huge wind gushing with irritating speed.

We stopped in front of a stretch of wall and I stood; confused, staring at it was curiosity. Surely magic wasn't this far advanced at Hogwarts!

"Victory," a prefect from several people behind me said and I shivered, knowing the meaning of that word in this war (especially with Slytherins). People, smaller children, burst around me and filled the common room that had just opened up. I was impressed by the amount of magic in the school and walked in as well, with less enthusiasm, to meet my fate.

From my view during dinner and my father's warnings, I was armed with the fact that our Head of House was not a pleasant man, to either friend or foe and although you didn't want to get into the receiving end of his wand, it didn't really matter. His words were enough.

I stayed in the background of the low leveled room, choosing a chair that faced the door and the dorm rooms. My back was against the cold hard wall and I shivered. Suddenly a pointed face came into view and I looked up, my face schooled to show mild interest. It was someone from the Malfoy clan.

"Draco Malfoy," he said, and stuck out his hand. I stood up and shook it. He smiled.

"Callixtus Palmer," I replied and he smirked. There was dead silence and all time seemed to stop as we checked each other, what we wore, how we wore it, and our posture, to see if we could get any information. Then, it ended and I knew that I had met his approval, sitting next to me, except his back was against the corner, more secure.

"Why did you come so late? You're a sixth year, correct?" A black wizard asked and I nodded, not sure if I could trust this crowd and decided that, what the hell? Keep it simple but enough truth to satisfy. Only answer directly when asked in the same way.

"I was home-schooled since I was ten. My father has an immense library and thought it was best if I learned from old tradition instead of the modern manuscript the United Magician's hands out every year." I said grimly and a girl, not remotely pretty winced and looked at her hands.

"My sister is having the same training and when I visit her – she's never been the same. I can see bruises on her back when ever she undresses," the girl, a Parkinson from the stature and voice, mentioned and then looked at me strangely. She was implying something but I distracted her, knowing that whatever she was trying to get across was way too personal for me.

"So, not all of you have said what family your from," I commented lightly and they all smiled. "I think I can guess some of you but not others. Lets see…" I looked at the two sluggish ones in the back of our ever growing group. "One of you is Crabbe and the other is Goyle." They nodded but didn't bother to differentiate themselves. I assumed they probably got it a lot. "And you're from the Nott family but can't recall…"

"Theodore," he snapped and my eyes widened in mock fear. Malfoy bristled.

"He's always like that, like he's got PMS," Malfoy was hit by Parkinson and then reprimanded by another, prettier female. He smirked at me but said nothing in the sort of apology to either of them.

"And," I looked around but was interrupted by a prefect.

"Bed, now, all of you. Snape is giving a speech to all of us tomorrow and if I just let it slip that the liquor cabinet was opened…" The man in charge walked away and I faked a yawn.

"I think that I'm going to go to sleep, the feast has made me exhausted. It was great talking you all, maybe I can hear your names tomorrow." Several people nodded and left as well, some of them already asleep in their chairs. The white-blonde looked at me with an eyebrow cocked.

"What was that all about?" he questioned and I leaned back against the chair again and sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"It's only ten! How can you be tired? It's your first night in a new school people and places to visit! I have an invisibility cloak, we could nip around to Hagrid and scare the living…"

"Exactly," I cut in, agitated by the confrontation. "It's a new school that is way more overwhelming then my manor. I need to study tomorrow and we have Snape coming which I have the feeling with interrogate the living daylights out of me. Just give a man a break, ok?"

He snarled but agreed and walked away towards the corridor of rooms. I was alone, finally and slouched in my chair, my bruises and cuts finally getting relief from me constantly keeping my back straight. I sighed and didn't let any tears fall, knowing that that salty water showed weakness, and I was sixteen for heavens sake: old enough to keep emotions or physical pain inside. I was a wizard, and decided that, before Monday (that day was Thursday), I would find some healing spells or recipes for potions.

My father had decided not to learn me either of those, knowing that keeping any injures he sat upon me would give me character. I recall him saying that if someone was injured they should deal with it and not be some Gryffindor or Hufflepuff to help them. Alliances should be of survival and if these people don't know simple spells like that, then they should be cast aside. He didn't think that these rules should be used against me though. He said that knowing the Dark Arts was enough.

I got up after a half an hour of speculation and walked to my room that was set aside from everyone else's because of my status and the strings my father pulled to have no one see my scars made by him. I barely looked around to survey the room before falling asleep as my head hit the pillow. I would deal tomorrow, tomorrow.

My internal clock woke me at six o'clock and I struggled out of bed and into the communal showers. I shrugged off my robes that I forgot to change out of the night before and went under the hot spray. Another cut had opened up while I had slept and I cried out in pain as the water ran into said injury and caused agony like you couldn't imagine.

Changed into a silver robe, with a white button up shirt and grey pants, I looked in the mirror and almost turned away in disgust. I had ordinary mousy hair with really light blue eyes with purplish bags and pale skin, a mix between Malfoy and Snape's coloring. My nose was normal, tiny and neat but with a slight bump in from it being broken when I was nine.

I hurried out of the washroom before anyone would come in and walked to breakfast. It was still early and when I walked into the humungous only a couple people were there, including Dumbledore, Snape, a Ravenclaw and several Hufflepuffs. I had put on my mask again before I came in and walked straight, with confidence taking a seat at the Slytherin table. A newspaper was lying on the table and I picked it up, hiding behind the print.

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