Hi everyone! This is a Harry Potter fanfic (in case you didn't know). I really hope you like it and please review and like and follow! And also- I got this idea from Leapordosky or MistTheWriter, "Inperfectionist". I love it so much. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Sam's POV

Ever since mommy left, I haven't been the same. I didn't know why she left, though. Daddy was a nice man, or so I thought. Everyone always told me I looked like her. My bob-cut ash blond hair with silver eyes, just as my mom had. The only think me and Daddy have in common is our noses. The slightest sign of a hooked nose, but not too long and not too short. Many have said I was a cute little girl.

Before 7 years old, Daddy had never hurt me. In fact, I actually think he loved me. But then when my Mommy left, everything changed. He became nasty and evil, lazy and a slob, a pedophile and an abuser, but I have gotten used to it. I have many bruises all over my skin, but I cover them up with my usual long clothes. School is my only escape, even if it's not the whole day. When I get home, Daddy will make me get down on my knees and take my shirt off, and start beating me. Hard. I don't know why Daddy does this.

But now I am just used to it, there's no way out- right?

One day, a man with a long silvery beard and half-moon spectacles popped into my household, right after my daddy said "shirt...you know. NOW.". I had no idea what was happening. of course I didn't take my shirt off with the weird man. My father and I just stared.

"Samantha Allyson Jett," he said clearly. "I am here to inform you that you have been given a letter to attend Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I had no idea whatsoever what was going on. If only mommy were here, everything would make sense.

"What?" I calmly said. Daddy didn't move.

"Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Have you been told about a magical world by your mother throughout your life?" I thought he was joking, like maybe there was in a book or something. But no. It wasn't that.

"No," I whispered. And then he explained it. Apparently, my mother was a witch. My daddy is a muggle. Daddy is still jaw dropped. I can't blame him.

The man then explains he is the headmaster at the school. I was astonished. His name was Professor Dumbledore.

I glanced over at him. "I don't have any money for books, robes, or anything else. So how will I buy my school supplies?" I sweetly asked. Professor Dumbledore said we would use School Funds to buy all my books and such. I could tell he was very wise, and I frantically wondered if he knew how my Daddy treated me, as he stared at my back for almost the whole time we talked. At the end he told me: "Let's get you out of here first." While nodding.