'..'thoughts

''..''written speech.

-...- mentel comunication

When the letter arrive she showed it to her mum who dismissed it as junk mail.

'' sorry sweetie its most likely people trying to scam you'' was all her mother said before binning it

She knew it wasn't junk mail, something told her it was real so later that night just before she headed up stairs to bed, she snuck into the kitchen and got the letter. She was half way up the stairs when the front door opened with a bang, her father walked in and he looked at her angrily.

''go to your room'' he stated calmly, although the disgust and anger was clearly showing in his voice.

Running the rest of the way up the stairs, quite scared, once in her room she hid the letter under the cousion in her kittens bed, she had enough time to move away from the kittens bed before her door slammed open and her dad stormed in. While he shouted at her about how she turned out to be a freak like his brother was, he beat and cut her up.

The beating lasted 10 minutes before he finally stopped and left the room, leaving behind his bruised and bleeding daughter half conscious on the floor, he returned a few minutes later with a bottle, her roughly turned the child's head to the side and poured half of the bottle in to her ear before turning her head and pouring the rest into her other ear. The thick smelly liquid ran into the child's ears destroying all the nerves ((or whatever it is that lets a person hear things)). As she laid their struggling to stay awake she could feel the burning liquid run in her ear and down her skin.

A week past till she remembered that strange letter, which was the course of her parents hating her. A week of none stop beatings. A week past since the last time she heard anything.

She waited that morning till her parents left the house, she watched the time on her clock, when it hit 9.30m she went over to the window and held onto the seal as she watched her parents climbed into their car and drove away. As soon as they were gone she went and got the letter out from the kittens bed, leaving behind a blooded hand print. She set the letter on her desk before opening a window to let some fresh air in, she got a pen out, she re-read the first letter to find out who to address her reply to.

'HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer., Chef. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Students,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September . We await your owl.'

Turning the letter over she scribbled a note on the parchment rolling the letter up she looked around her room trying to figure out how to send it, as if answering her a dark brown owl flew in through her open window, it took the blood covered letter out of her hand and flew away.

She went down stairs to the kitchen in search of something to eat and drink. After eating she went back upstairs had a bath, which irritated all of her infected wounds, she stayed in the bath for nearly 2 hours scrubbing at her wound so that the opened up and she could clean them, when she got out she wrapped a towel round herself which soaked most of the blood that was now pouring out of at the wounds, she went back into her room she dressed in a vest and knickers, leaving the blood covered towel on the floor she laid on her bed praying for someone to answer her letter.