Lauren Belle lay on the floor in a state of half consciousness while above her, her father kicked her three hard times in the ribs, smiling when he heard multiple cracks from her bruised body. Stepping over her bruised and bloody body he staggered to the fridge, wrenched it open and pulled out his sixth beer bottle of the night. Mumbling to himself about his bitch of a daughter he teetered up the stairs and collapsed on his bed, completely forgetting about his unopened bottle of beer. Downstairs Lauren wished for something - someone to come save her from her personal hell before falling into unconsciousness. Meanwhile, just an hour away from where Lauren lived, Harry Potter sat bolt right up in bed having just had the worst nightmare of his life. It was about Voldemort of course but there was an underlying feel to it, like someone he cared about was being hurt. If only he could figure out who. Before he could decipher who the girl that had screamed multiple times in his dream was, he fell into an uneasy sleep. Only awaking hours later to a familiar tapping on his window.