Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Hogwarts. They belong to Ryan and J.K.

It's not that Santana means to sleep all day, but when you live in a windowless room in a cupboard under the stairs in her tíos casa de López, it's extremely hard to accomplish this task. Every morning Santana is supposed to make sure she is awake before Carlos, her manipulative and unfaithful uncle, Isabel, her socialite and naïve aunt, and her conniving and spoiled cousin Amelia. Between the three of them they know exactly how to make Santana's life a living hell. On the days that she does awaken before the rest of the house she must make sure that Carlos' paper, coffee, and breakfast are waiting on him at the table. Isabel's room temperature freshly squeezed orange juice and toast awaiting her arrival, and last but certainly not least Amelia's breakfast and homework must be awaiting her at the table along with her lunch by by the door.

This morning however was not like any of the other mornings. This morning Santana was not awake, breakfast was not ready, homework was not complete, and the paper was still in the driveway. This morning Santana was awoken by the sounds of Carlos banging on her cupboard door and the screams of the tyrant uncle in his disapproval of his "horrid sobrina". All she really remembers is being pulled from her small confined hole in the wall and being thrust into the living room, pajamas pulled up over her head and then the loud slapping noise that was followed by the most excruciating pain that she had ever felt. She was finally able to recognize her surroundings and she now realized she was bent over the couch and her uncle was thrashing her back with his belt. Santana let out the most blood curling scream. She was so caught up in the sheer pain that was penetrating her back that she never once realized the lights were flickering uncontrollably and all the doors in the house had magically opened and gust upon gust of wind was circling Carlos. Isabel unable to endure the screams of Santana any longer pleaded with her husband to put the belt down and leave the poor girl alone.

When the pain subdued and the lashings ceased so did the flashing lights and whirlwind gusts. Still, Santana never noticed because her sobs and tears permitted nothing to her ears or eyes. However, this was not the first time Isabel had witnessed such things, and all she could do was pray that this was not about to happen to her again. She knew that Santana really was a good child, she honestly loved her, but when your husband can't believe that his wife's hermana dare leave her child on his doorstep she had another thing coming.

Santana truly was a beautiful girl. Long flowing dark brown hair, chestnut brown eyes that could pierce into your soul and a curvaceous body that would make anyone swoon. When she was dropped off at Casa de Lopez she was only just a baby, and all that was left with her was a small handwritten note that was pinned to her blanket that read "Please take care of her, she is more special than you know." On her blanket stitched into a corner was the name Santana.

Now seated back on her bed after being told her punishment was to be locked in the cupboard the rest of the day with no food or television, Santana picked up that precious blanket and rubbed her hands over the beautiful stitches that adorned the blanket she was wrapped in as a baby. A single tear flowed down her cheek and hit her hand. She never could understand why she was placed in the awful house and why her parents would ever leave her with such awful people. She laid down on her side with her blanket locked in her hands and look at the wall. There on her wall was the small note left pinned to her that night. 'She is more special than you know' Santana read and sighed 'if only'. She fell into a deep sleep, and had the most vivid dream she had ever had. For once a happy dream full of adventures and things only in fairy-tales.

The next morning Santana made sure she was awake before that rest of the house. She made her way into the kitchen started breakfast finished Amelia's homework and set the table. She prepared everything to their liking and then proceeded to get cleaned up. She walked quietly up the stairs in order not to disturb the house. Once in the bathroom she discarded her dirty clothes and turned on the shower. As she proceeded to get in the shower something caught her eye in the mirror. Big thick red lashes were raised up on her back. She could see the healed wounds, but she could tell these were the fresh ones from her encounter with her uncle the previous morning. 'One day' she thought, 'one day I will be able to fight back'. She stepped into the shower and allowed the warmth to envelop her. After she was done she hurried back down the stairs just in time for the mail man to slip the mail through the slot. On top was a letter with her name inscribed with the most exquisite writing.

Santana Lopez

3511 W Fairview St.

Miami, Fl 33133

She ran her thumb over the lettering amazed that is actually had her name on the front. She flipped the letter over and she made her way into the kitchen and proceeded to lay the remaining mail on the counter. On the flipside a small wax sealed indention was placed over the seal. All she could make out was the word 'Hogwarts'. She was about to run her finger over the seal to open it when the envelope was ripped from her hands and made its way in Amelia's grubby hands up the stairs to her father where he waited palm open.

"How dare you open our private mail!" his voice booming down the stairs.

"I- It's m m m my mail sir," Santana's eyes bore into the floor.

"No one sends you mail, you don't even have any friends, so how could anyone even know to send you anything, girl?" He glares at her as he flips the mail over. He is shocked however to see that her name is written on the front of the letter.

"I don't know sir, but it does have my name" now becoming brave enough to look up the stairs.

Isabel has now made her way to her husband and nearly faints when she sees the letter that is in her husband's hands. This is not the first letter of this kind that she has seen, and she is now understanding that what happened to her sister 30 years ago is now happening to her niece now, and she knows that there is no way to stop it.

"I don't care if it has your name on it or not! Until you are no longer a servant to this house you will not receive any form of outside communication. Do you understand me?" He slowly handed the letter over to Isabel and he made his way towards Santana at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes forcing her to look back down. "I asked you a question" a rough hand struck Santana's beautiful tear stained face. "Answer me!"

"Yes sir" was all she could muster out as she gripped her face doubled over in pain.

Isabel still in shock about the packet stood at the top of the stairs with the open envelope in hand reading over the lines of the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Santana Aurora Lopez,

We are pleased to inform you that, pending your 16th birthday, you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your response by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

'Not again, please not again' that was all Isabel could think as she made her way through the house towards the lit fireplace and threw the letter on the burning logs watching the pieces filter up through the flume.

Santana stood back in amazement as she watched her aunt collapse into a ball on the floor in tears. She wanted to comfort her, but she also knew that she had just witness one of the most dreadful things her aunt could have ever done to her. 'What was said in that letter that would make my aunt collapse like she did?' Santana shook her head and proceeded back to her cupboard and closed the door. Glancing to her left she looked at her home made calendar on the wall glancing down to the little birthday cake sticker that indicated tomorrow was her 16th birthday. Only one day away and she knew she would celebrate it alone.

please review. i know that this may have been overdone, but i just want to see if i should continue this or not?