chapter 1

Rating- M

His hand slipped up the back of my jumper, just like it always did when he thought I was asleep… but I never was... I stayed awake most nights, fear making my muscles taut. His hand moved up my back out of the jumper, it slipped up to my hair; he had me wear it long. With mock tenderness the fingers ran through the locks, I looked over my shoulder, the scent of my fear thick in the darkness.

"Be a good little boy," He growled, pulling me up from my sleeping position to get a better look at me, inspecting my face with a small sneer. I looked up into his eyes, so much like my own; my voice failed me as I let out a small whimper. "That's a good boy…" He growled and pushed me down, making my small, 7-year-old body fall to the floor. I knew what he wanted me to do, and I got to it; I didn't need another break to my already large nose.

Soon he was pushing his way into the back of my throat. Tears streamed down my face as I let him take liberties, hoping he would just finish like this…but to no such luck; he pulled me up with a snide comment, licking the tears from my cheeks, then pushed me back into my small mattress, pulling my hips into the air.

The scream that pierced the night sky was what woke me from my dreams, my body shaking. Tears came as I hid in my pillow, hoping to not wake up schoolmates.

~8~

I looked down at the simple marble marker that the ministry had given to the bane of my life. With a snort, I gave it a good kick, hearing the cracks forming within the cheap stone.

"Daddy, dearest," I sneered and shook my head, not bothering to brush the lank hair from my face.

~8~

Shock ran through my body as I looked at the small girl sitting on the three-legged stool. She looked so bright and happy as the hat yelled out her new house: Gryffindor. I nodded at the small boy that followed her as he was sorted into my house, but my eyes returned to the small girl, searching for what I had seen as she had entered the Great Hall. Her bushy hair seemed to hide her slightly too-thin throat, yet when she entered the Great Hall she had pushed her hair back off her shoulders...

Then as she jumped slightly from the ghost rising through the food-laden table, there it was again; four yellow bruises on her neck. I knew those kinds of marks… those were from harsh fingers.

TBC

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