Brown hair fell into a soft face as the brown eyes looked up at the man standing before her. She tried to make it seem as if she wasn't looking.

"What are you staring at?" He yelled as he slapped her across her face. She whimpered as she fell to the ground and started to cry.

"You're not allowed to go. Not at all!" He screamed and the young girl listened to his footsteps as he walked away from her.

She cried to herself as she kept her gaze on the floor. She watched as tears hit the linoleum tiles in the kitchen and she even watched as a small drop of blood hit the floor. The girl stopped biting her lip long enough to get the copper taste in her mouth before another fit of sobs over took her body.

She stood up slowly and began to walk out of the kitchen. She didn't care what her father said at this point. She had gotten her acceptance letter and she was going to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even if she died while trying to get there.

-2 Weeks Later-

The wind blew her brown hair into her face as she stood at King's Cross Station. She looked around for the platform she needed, 9 and ¾. Her black cat meowed from its cage as she looked around. It was then that she spotted him.

He had black hair and astonishingly good looks for a boy of only 11. It was when he turned to look at her that she noticed his stunning smile. He started to make his way over towards her, and she freaked.

She turned and started to run towards the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, not daring to look behind her at the boy that was there. She closed her eyes as the barrier became closer and she couldn't swerve the cart away.

When she opened her eyes, she expected to be looking up at a crowd of people standing over her, wondering why she had ran into the barrier, but instead she saw a huge black and scarlet train in front of her. She looked behind her at the barrier and saw a sign on it that said 9 ¾. It was then that she realized that she had made it onto the platform.

Carefully, she moved her hair just enough to see out of her eyes, but so it still covered the bruises that her father had given her. She clambered her way onto the train with her suitcases and her cat, and was able to find an empty compartment. She settled down and was about to go to sleep when she heard the door open. She looked up to see the same dark haired boy that had freaked her out earlier.

"Hey its you." He said as he put his luggage up top and sat down across from the girl.

"My name is Sirius Black. And who are you?" He asked as he held out his hand and cocked an eyebrow.

"October McCay." She said as she looked at his hand as if it were a bomb.

"Aren't you muggle born? Don't you know how to shake someone's hand?" Sirius asked and October could tell he was getting angry.

"Yes. But every time a guy has his hand near me I end up getting hurt." October whispered carefully as she looked up at Sirius with sketchy eyes.

"Sure. I think you're just a psycho." With that statement, Sirius stood up and went to exit the compartment. October however moved her gaze to the window where she watched families exchanging goodbyes.

She let a tear fall down her face as she remembered how angry her dad was with her when she walked out the door. He had yelled and almost beat her to the verge of death. She wiped the tears away quickly and looked around. Now not only was Sirius in the compartment, but so wasnt another boy. He had messy black hair and startling hazel eyes.

"October this is James Potter." Sirius said as he motioned to the boy next to him. October nodded her head and went back to glancing out the window.

"I told you she was a psycho." October heard Sirius whisper to James and quickly shot him an angry glance.

"Im not psychotic!" October yelled at Sirius as she reached over and smacked him hard across the face. She sat back and glared and Sirius some more.