The sun shone brightly into his large room as he lay there motionless. The sun continued to rise as it penetrated through the curtains around his bed, that was laced with green and black silk sheets, he started to stir. Turning over to avoid the sun from his gaze he dozed off into his own little state of mind. It only seemed like seconds before something hard was shot at his head. Scrambling to his feet after he landed on the ground he looked up and saw his father standing there looking at him with pure hatred written across his face. " F..Father" he mumbled as he rose to his feet. " Don't father me you worthless piece of flesh." he spat as his son who looked terrified. " This is your last year at that school and you better make us proud no repeats of last year." his father started to pace around the front of the room. " Yes sir" Marcus squeaked. He then took a seat back on his bed watching his father closely making sure he didn't get to close to hit him. " As a Flint you have a certain duty if you fail, which is most likely going to be the case." he stated with a dark smirk. " I will have nothing better to do then bring you to my master and he will decided if you are as worthless as I have stated on many occasions. Now, clean yourself up and pack your trunk the faster your ready the sooner I can get rid of you. Oh, just to remind you if you fail your exams this year Marcus don't except to come home unless your willing to pay for your stupidity." With that Mr. Flint left the room leaving his son in a panicked state.

Stumbling around his trunk he began to throw all his possessions into it left and right. Finally, he took one last look around his bare room. He had left nothing and that was because he wouldn't be coming back to this wretched place ever again. Smiling to himself he ran into the bathroom to get cleaned up. About thirty minutes later he picked up his trunk and made his journey down the stairs half expecting his father to be there waiting to insult him or even worse beat him, but thankfully he wasn't in sight. Setting his trunk down carefully he made his way to the dining hall to have a spot of breakfast.

Entering the room he spotted his mother reading the Daily Prophet. She looked up at him and smiled " Sleep well darling?"" she asked concern filling her voice. Marcus merely nodded and sat across from her taking a piece of toast from the platter and began to munch on it. " Well, darling I hope you find yourself a little girlfriend this year. I think it would help you become more open with people and then you wouldn't get into to many fights." she stated matter-of-factly. Shocked he started to choke on his toast, regaining his composure, he looked at his mum as if she were of her rocker. " Darling, don't look at me like I'm some loon. I know what's best for my child and that would certainly help you wouldn't it?" Marcus just nodded as he stood to leave the room and the house for the last time. "Bye mum" he replied as he went to the entrance hall for his trunk. Opening the front door he walked down the street and looked for a portkey finding it he held it tightly with one hand and his trunk in the other. Everything started to swirl and he started to felt dizzy as he was being transported to King's Cross.