Disclaimer: I didn't write HP…but I do wish every night that I had.

Unknown Revealed Part One

As she sat on her bed, thinking about her life, the normal drunken fight began between he father and mother. They had done the same thing for as long as she could remember. Every night after her father got off work he would come home and take their mother out to the same grubby pub around the corner from their home. She would be left with her four brothers. They had learned to fend for themselves as they had grown up.

Her parents would walk home after the bar closed in an alcohol-induced rage. They would fight furiously in their room screaming and sometimes throwing things. Then they would pass out waking up the next morning wondering why shards of glass lay scattered around the room. Then the cycle would begin again the next night.

Samantha was used to it. She had been living through it for as long as she could remember. It seemed as if most of the towns' people were the same way. She lived in a run down old house, in the center of the roughest village for miles. Everyone seemed to have a past history that made him or her outcast, everyone except the few wealthy people whom lived furthest from the center of things. They might have had a very bad past but no one felt secure enough in their houses to try and find out what it was.

Samantha probably had skeletons in her closet but she had no memory of them. She had trouble remembering things from before she moved to the village.

She was much different compared to other children in the town. She did much of the work in the house and prepared the meals to feed her brothers. Her mother and father were always yelling at her. They wanted things to be a certain way and they made sure that that certain way was impossible for Samantha to do.

Her brothers were no better. Her oldest brother, Jordan, who was 15 would call her names and threaten to beat her. Her other older brothers, Isaac and Eric, who were twins, would torture her and take things from her. And her younger brother Michael terrorized her while she was working causing her to get screamed at more. The only time of day that she had some kind of relief was when she was alone in her attic.

She was forced to sleep there because her father said that he didn't want to see her. He told her that a lot. She felt unwanted but had no where to go. She had always thought of running away but had no money to do it. She wished every night that some one would come and rescue her and finally something did.

She had been sleeping on her squeaky old bed when someone banged on her door. She woke with a start as Jordan bounded into the room. He was screaming something about a letter.

"Who are you writing to?" he demanded. "Who would care about you?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about! What letter?"

"This one!" he said pushing her down and throwing it at her. She sat there on the floor staring at the letter. It was written on heavy paper with loopy writing on the front. The address was oddly specific. It read:

Ms. Samantha Weston

Attic of 26 Stracken Road

Hampton

The letter was stamped with a seal that made it look very important. She opened it being watched all the while by Jordan who stood above her. He read the letter over her shoulder, which made her angry. It was her letter. As she read she gasped at the words. They told her something that she had not known.

Dear Ms. Weston,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. School will begin on September 1st. You are to ride the Hogwarts Express to the school. It will leave at exactly 11:00 a.m. from Platform 9 ¾. You will find a book list and a list of other supplies you'll need for the year enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonigall

Minerva McGonigall,

Deputy Headmistress

She stared at the letter. A school for witchcraft and wizardry had accepted her. But that was impossible. She couldn't do magic. She wasn't a witch. They must have had the wrong person. But they had gotten the address correct.

"Mom and Dad are going to freak. They're not going to let you go." Jordan then grabbed the letter and started to run. She jumped up and lunged at him catching him around the foot. He fell flat on his face!

She jumped up and grabbed the letter that had flown from his hand, careful not to get to close to him. She then raced down the stairs to catch her parents before they left.

She ran from room to room Jordan close at her heels. She called out for her mom and heard a distant reply coming from outside.

"Mom!"

"What do you want brat." Said her mother turning. Her mother was a tall skinny woman who had long jet-black hair. She had piercing eyes that always held a look of anger when they fell upon Samantha.

"I got a letter. It's from a school. They've accepted me but it says-" but she never got to finish. Her father, who had been listening from a distance, came up and snatched the letter from Sam's hands.

Her father was a portly man with thinning hair. He was very mean and scared Sam. Michael was the only one of his sons who looked anything like him. The rest were tall with black hair like their mother. They only had one part of their father and that was his strength. Sam looked nothing like the rest of her family. She was small with more fragile looking features. Not rigid like her mothers or round like her fathers. And she was the only one who had radiant blonde hair that was perfectly straight. She also had gorgeously blue eyes.

Her father, lacking of brain cells, struggled to get through the letter than turned it over to her mother who too read it but a little faster then he had.

"What do they mean witchcraft? You're no witch." He said thrusting the letter to her with such a force that it knocked her backward into Jordan. He caught her but then pushed her on her feet again wiping his hands on his already filthy pants like he had touched something slimy.

"I must be. Or they wouldn't have sent it." She said. "Please can I go? I'll be gone until next June. You won't have to see me until then." She pleaded trying to play to her parents wants.

He looked at his wife then turned back to Sam and said, "We'll think about it. Until we give you an answer you'd better be perfect. Do everything that you're supposed too. Now move outta the way. I'm late already."

She moved back toward the door. She waved to her parents as they walked to work. She then turned to see the amazed look on Jordan's face.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked with a satisfied smirk on her face.