I do not own any of the characters used from the Harry Potter Series. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot. (I don't know if this story has already been written. If so then I apologise) All feedback is appreciated as I'm new to the whole writing thing. This is my first story, I hope you like it.

"You're a monster! I should have killed you when I had the chance! You filthy little bitch! You'll kill us all!" I hear him shouting as I feel a sharp pain shoot through my arm. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I sob as my father inscribes the words 'DEATH EATER' into my forearm with a dull knife. I can't remember how I set him off. I can't remember what I did to make him hate me so much. But I must deserve it. I see how he is with the others he adores them so I must have done something to make him hate me.

The world begins to blur as I see the crimson scarlet blood begin to soak my arm, the words being written on my skin becoming more unreadable as the seconds tick by. "RON! GET OFF HER! RONALD! LEAVE HER ALONE!" I see mum charge into the room trying to pry my father off me as the scene in front of me darkens. "PLEASE! RON, LEAVE HER ALONE" I hear her pleading with my father, trying her hardest to get him off me. I can't see but I can still hear her Yorkshire accent muttering in my ears "Stay with me. Come on, wake up. Come on! Wake up my little dragon. Stay with me."

I am woken up to hear myself screaming. "Lucy, it's okay. It was just a dream. He's not here. He can't hurt you." I open my eyes to see a pair of silver grey eyes, identical to my own, looking down at me, their owner whispering frantically trying to soothe my sobs. "Your safe now. Calm down, your safe." I grip to the body of my saving grace as tears stain the top of his nightshirt.

After about 20 minutes my tears stop falling and I regain the ability to speech. "Sorry, did I wake you again?" I ask, my nerves clear in the wavering tone of my voice. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Says the blonde boy as I detach myself from him. "What happened? Was it that Nightmare again?" He asked as looks me up and down making sure I haven't injured myself in my sleep.

"Stop doing that, I'm fine, okay." I say as he grabs my arm. "You are very clearly not fine as I just had to wake you so that you would stop screaming."

"You should speak to someone about what happened" These words come from another voice I realise as I look away from my blonde saviour to see my other friend walk through the door "Not you too Albus, I've told you both already I'm fine. I don't need to speak to anyone, I have you two." I state in a cheerier voice than before, but it is just met with same look from them both. The same look that they have both been giving me for the past two years, one of worry, doubt and pity. I hate that they pity me. I don't need nor want their pity. It makes me feel weak.

As I look at my fellow Slytherin across from me I find him staring at my arm. I follow his gaze and roll up my sleeve. Seeing the letters forever scared on my skin. Forever marking me a monster. "Are you sure you're okay?" Says the worried boy sitting on the other side of my bed.

I look up and see that he has been joined by the red headed Gryffindor that often accompanies Scorpius on his journeys to comfort me at the dead of night. "I'm sure." I say now finding myself comforting him "Now go back to bed. I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, there's no need for me to deprive you two of yours."

Reluctantly, both boys dismounted my bed and walked out. Scorpius stopped at the door and turned to face me "Are you sure you're going to be okay over the holiday?" He asked looking rather concerned but that face quickly turned into the well-known Malfoy smirk that the men of his family are known for "I mean, I wouldn't want to ponder on how hopeless you will be without me, for we all know just how much you need me dear twinnie" he says his voice dripping with sarcasm, clearly displaying his ego.

"I told you to stop calling me that, and you know that my mum is going to be coming to stay here for Christmas. Now go away Malfoy" I laugh at him while throwing the pillow from the deserted bed next to me.

"Okay. Okay. I'm going. I'll see you before I leave Granger" he states as he vacates my dorm room, figuring it's for his own safety.

I watch him leave before I lay back on my now tear soaked pillow and stare at the ceiling. This is going to be a long night.

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