Ms. Maan's P.O.V.
Almost too soon the sun was rising and the day I was suppose to attend Hogwarts Academy
for Witchcraft and Wizardry was upon me. Instead of preparing a bag to take with me I was waking and started the act of making my cousins favorite breakfast items. The twins would be going to school today while I was to stay and never go to that Freaks' school. Taking a deep breath I hoped that I could sneak some of the food into my pocket as I have not eaten in three months aside from a few crumbs of bread.
Dressed in a grey sari that had seen better days and that practically fell of my tiny frame I started the oven. Taking out the flour and ground corn I started making different items. I did not know how to prepare the sausages and bacon that my Aunt and Uncle both loved to eat. It was against the religion I had been brought up with to consume either of them. My parents were devoted to our religion but still took part in drinking too much.
I was about to stir in some of the herbs that my Aunt insisted upon when the clomping of heavy feet followed by heavy yet oddly light footsteps. They were up! I was not finish I still have some more cooking to do, I also still have mail to get and, also I have to gather the presents my Uncle had placed in the garage for the leaving party.
"Freak! You better have everything finished!" His gruff voice made m jump wishing to clasp my hands down on my ears.
"I am sorry sir but there is too much to be done in a couple of minutes. Please I can finish in a few more if you could just wait. I can bring out the tea set and you can enjoy some of the fresh biscuits!" I tried to sound happy and not terrified of his growing anger.
"I have told you time and time again that breakfast is to be served at 8:30 every morning! Do I have to remind you what your punishment will be?!" His voice was raising making me flinch more and more with each new octave. Aunt Rose glared at me with such force I just wanted to curl up and die. If looks could kill I would not have made it to the age of eleven. The thought flitted across my mind and I was immediately set to run if I could.
"No sir. 50 lashes to the front and 25 to the back. With the belt buckle and then ten hits with the spoon on the head." Almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth the hard resounding crack from the spoon could have been heard in the countryside.
I don't know what time it was when I woke up again. All that I saw was the filthy wall of my cupboard packed full of cleaning supplies and a dying girl. I could hear the sound of them moving around but I knew that those sounds were of them getting ready to go out and celebrate their good children. The door opened and standing right outside was the walrus of man I called Uncle.
"Girl! You are to stay here and not make a peep. If I found out you did so help me. You will be in so much pain that no one will ask about you in years. But first the ending of your punishment." I cringed mentally and physically as he dragged me by my hair out of the cupboard and up the stairs into his room. My sari was torn to shreds by those meaty hands and he forced me to do acts that I wish I never knew about. Tears and blood were streaming down my face once I was allowed back into my cupboard. Even before I could lie down with the aching pain Rose whacked me a good few more times till again I lost consciousness.
The next time I awoke I could barely see anything worried that my glasses had been broken I tried to reach for them but could not. I had forgotten that it had been broken last night. Then I heard something I had never heard before the sound of a sharp intake of breath. Someone was beyond surprised by what they say.
Through blurry eyes I noticed that the person was wearing dark robes and reminded me of the man from my dreams. "Shadow man." and then I was gone again.