She screamed, echoing, painfully. Her breathing was difficult as she literally jumped from her bed, she looked around the room wildly, but she was alone, carefully she sat on the floor and rested her head in her hands, she was shaking form the nightmare she had just had. She took a deep breath before getting up and pulling her night gown around her.

Silently she moved out of her room and through empty corridors, no pictures lined the walls, no ornaments, no sign that anyone actually called this building home. She reached the oak door that had 'Bathroom' carved into the wood and pushed the door open, she flicked her wand, which had been stashed in her pocket, and suddenly a bright white light shone from a bauble hovering high in the centre of the room.

Sighing slightly she removed her night gown and pyjamas before stepping into the shower, the cool water helping her calm herself, she had awoken drenched in her own sweat, and had needed to pull herself from the panic she could feel settling into her bones.

When she emerged from the shower she looked in the mirror, her lank brown hair hung around her face, and down her back, her ivory skin appearing white in the lighting form the bauble, her body slim, verging on sickly so.

Sighing again she dressed and went back to her room, making sure to lock the door behind her.

A loud thumping noise pulled her form the book sitting on her lap, she looked up and frowned, the light outside her window was very faint, it was early, she wasn't sure what they would want with her at this time.

Carefully she placed the book on her bedside table and walked to the door, pulling it open and grimacing.

"He wants to see you." a gruff voice said, not giving her the chance to give some feeble excuse the man grabbed her upper arm and dragged her down the corridors, the opposite direction to that she had taken earlier. Finally they stopped outside two beautifully decorated oak doors, they swung open before her, and holding her head high she walked into the blinding light emitting form the room.

"Come." She turned towards the man who had spoken, only it wasn't a man, no, it was nothing like a normal human being, he was grossly disfigured, almost painful to look at, and there was no way she would meet his eyes, looking into his blood red slits was nothing short of terrifying, even for her. "have I not told you to make more effort with your appearance?" he demanded from her.

She nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak.

"Is there any reason why you have failed to do as I have asked you to?" he asked, his voice so soft, it was almost easy to mistake it for caring.

"No, no there isn't father, I just hate the dresses you've gotten me." She replied icily.

There was a suffocating silence as the people around the room looked at her like she was insane.

"Well…" he said, almost thoughtfully, then he looked away. "I think it is time for you to join us, help us." He said softly. She looked at him like he was mad.

"NO!" She spat out. "There is no way in hell I would ever help you!"

"Charis! Don't speak to your father like that!" A woman shrieked at her, she looked much the same as Charis did, the same lank brown hair, and ivory skin.

"He's not my father! He's a bloody monster! He kills people!" Charis screamed accusingly at her mother.

"That's enough Charis." He drawled quietly.

Charis was breathing heavily, she looked at her father with hate filled eyes, he was no father, he was a monster, he looked like one, he acted like one - he was a monster, his greyish green skin, his slits for nostrils, he was terrifying to look at and yet she faced this everyday almost.

"No, it isn't." Charis said, her voice breaking, she knew what was to come yet.

It seemed he had lost his patience with her, as she fell to the floor screaming in agony, wishing for death already. Then it stopped.

"Leave us, and think Charis, just think." He said dismissively.

Slowly Charis pulled herself up, she walked swiftly from the room, still trying to get her breath, and only once she was safely out of their view, she ran. Slamming her bedroom door she grabbed her money, some clothes, shoved it in a bag, picked up her wand and opened the window, without glancing back she jumped for it.

Looking around the silent grounds Charis couldn't think straight, she needed to escape, she didn't know anyone outside her fathers servants, their children would give her up ion a heart beat, she didn't know what she was supposed to do… Who would help her?

A sudden thought stuck her, and glad that her father did one thing right, she disappeared on the spot, waiting a few seconds before she fell onto her hands and knees onto cold stone. Looking up she found herself staring into electric Blue.

"Hello my dear Child, and how can I help you today?" Asked Albus Dumbledore.