Based on the poem, My Name Is Sarah.I love this poem so much, and it has so much depth. I am not very experienced in writing so please bear with me! I don't know who wrote the amazing poem, but If I find out I'll tell you!

I do not own anything but Sarah.

My name is Sarah Young. I turned 15 recently. I am returning to Hogwarts for my fifth year.

I walked to the platform 9 and ¾. Some people may call me crazy, but I love school.

School is a time to get away from home. And I hate home.

My mom is a squib and my father is a muggle.

Ever since I was three they both beat me senseless at the most petty things, and sometimes, just for their enjoyment.

Everything is my fault, even when I have nothing to do with it.

They don't even feed me! I starve for months. Only when they feel generous they'll give me a banana.

Something like that.

Bruises and scars cover my arms. I am forced to wear long sleeves every day.

My swollen eyes are covered with makeup, but stings like hell.

Who knew such humans could be such cruel, if they were humans at all.

I don't know why they do it though.

To them, I am a stupid, bad, misbehaving, little brat.

Or maybe I did something when I was younger…

My thoughts are interrupted by someone calling my name. Technically, nick name.

"Sky!" Harry Potter, one of my best friends called me.

Sky was my nickname because of my initials.

Sarah Kaitlyn Young.

I walked over to Harry and gave him a long embrace.

This is the first kind contact from another human that I've had in months.

I don't care how bad my bruises hurt from being pressed against his body or the tiny pieces of fabric making its way into me through my open wounds.

"Good to see you, Harry. I missed you. Have your aunt and uncle been treating you well?" I asked him.

He probably doesn't want to talk about it, but I want to know I'm not the only one.

You see Harry's aunt and uncle dislike him very much for being a wizard.

They usually make him cook and clean for them, but that's all.

Rather I, I am beaten for nothing, locked in a dusty, claustrophobic attic if I cough or sneeze.

"I now sleep in Dudley's old room instead of under the stairs. I call that improvement" he smiles.

"Me too" I forced a smile. No one should be treated like this.

We found the compartment that consisted of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"I miss you guys so much" I hug Hermione.

"Tell me everything about your summer!" she exclaimed and I became flustered at all the awful memories.

"Stupid, ugly girl!" my dad whipped me with his belt. Blood ran down my face like tears. I cried them all out.

"Fuck you!" he curses and slaps me.

"How was work mom?" I tried being nice with her. "Good. Actually, my day was going great until I came home and saw your ugly face" she turned towards the stairs.

"Slept through it all" I lied.

"Not very exciting. You were always so adventurous a daring. Not to mention brave" she hinted the last one towards me being a Gryffindor.

I've always wanted to be a Hufflepuff though. They're much nicer, but Gryffindor is a close second.

I remember the day the sorting hat sorted me.

"Ravenclaw? No. Slytherin never even popped into my head. Hufflepuff you say? You belong in… Gryffindor" I remember crossing my fingers underneath my thigh. It was a habit of mine.

I remember it clearly in my mind because that was the only good memory that had happened to me while I was 11 and younger.

"Sky?" Ron snapped me out of my daze.

"Sorry, got sidetracked a bit there" although it was somewhat of a lie, a lot of it was true.

I was always called out during class for 'daydreaming.' It's something I can't help. Whenever I have these 'daydreams' it's always the same.

I see the same grey wall in the attic, my room.

Blood inscribed on the wall. Every time see it I shutter and get Goosebumps

Grey wall. Red blood. It's so clear. I can almost touch it-

"What about you Sky?" Harry asked me breaking my reverie.

"What?" I was completely clueless on their conversation.

Before he could reply, Fred and George came stumbling into our compartment.

"What are you guys doing here?" Ron snapped.

"What? I thought you would be happy to see your two favorite brothers? We know we're happy to see our itty, bitty Ronnikins and his girlfriend" George said… I think.

I let out a chuckle along with Harry as Hermione and Ron turned a beet read.

"So what do you say, Sky? Are you going to try out for Chaser?" Fred asked.

"No" I replied. I could never be on the team.

I could not be kilometers up in the sky with a bludger hurdling towards me while in one of my dazes.

I was also scared- no terrified of heights.

"Why not?" George whined. I rolled my eyes before replying, "You know how much I hate heights."

I was pretty sure I was three or five when this happened, but- It's just so unbearable to even think about, but I remember clear as day.

Up in the attic, I stared out the window, my only light source besides the dim light that works every so often. It was a snowy day. Very snowy. We even had blizzard warnings. At least that's what I heard from the TV downstairs.

Mom was home, but my father wasn't.

While I was sleeping he must've locked the door.

From the black sky, I assumed it was night. Dad should be home school, and I started to pray.

I pray every night that I won't have to endure such cruelty, but as always, my prayers are never answered.

A bright, yellow light is coming from outside. Dad is home! I stood there frozen in my ragged clothes that they so kindly provide. Before I can make out what's happening, I hear loud footsteps.

Drunken footsteps.

"Sarah!" he slurs.

I press my petite body up against the wall, hoping that he won't see me.

How stupid I was to believe such foolishness.

Hiding is stupid in my case.

He shouts such ugly words, that I start to cry. Harder than ever.

My cries of pain only make him whip me harder, but I can't help myself.

He's had enough, and I can easily tell.

With his fist he smashes the circular window open, and before I can make out what he is doing I feel a white blanket under me.

My eyes are still closed. Kill me now! Please!

What used to be white underneath me is now covered in blood.

My house is a three story house, and I was in the attic.

I blacked out after that.

"So? We can help you get over your fear" George offered.

"No. I can honestly tell you right now, you can't. I got to go to the bathroom" I stood up and walked out.

I hate flying. I hate heights. I hate my parents. I hate my life.

Once I walked out the compartment I stopped after hearing my name.

"We have to do something about Sky" I heard Hermione say.

"Why? So what if she's scared of heights? A lot of people are" Fred's voice was light.

"No. This is different. She keeps having these daydreams that she can't help, she can't stay focused, and she flinches at being called her real name" Harry responded.

"So?" Hermione let out a groan of frustration at George's lack of reaction.

I wasn't coming back to that compartment. A part of me was pulling me away from them.

I found an empty compartment on the other side of the train and lock it.

I just need to be alone, but as I realize it, it was an awful idea.

Bad words are spoken in my head, and it has the voice of my so called father.

"Ugly!"

"Stupid!"

"Fat!"

"USELESS"

Before I can stop myself, I fall back into a horrible, horrible daze.