I do not own Harry Potter. The owner of all characters -except Mia- is J.K. Rowling as are the majority of the ideas.

"You're a waste of space, nothing more. I should have just killed you the second you were born." He snarled, venom dripping from his voice. I cowered away from him, my back pressed against the cool concrete wall. He laughed at my fear, clearly enjoying every moment of my torture while I sat there in complete silence, praying that it would end soon. "Pathetic girl. You deserve what your about to get." With a quick movement he whipped out his wand, raising it threatening at me, my mind recognizing what was about to come. "Crucio."

I writhed in pain on the cold damp ground, mangled screams tearing their way out of my lungs. He continued the curse, a twisted grin of pure enjoyment painted on his face every second of it. Reluctantly he lowered his wand, ending the curse.

"Father... Father please..." I pleaded my voice weak and strained. He just stared at me, pure disgust filling in his eyes.

"Don't you dare call me that!" He roared, raising his want once again. "Crucio."

He held the spell for five minutes before ending it, trying to avoid killing me. Without me he wouldn't have his entertainment, his offering, or his slave. When I wasn't being tortured, I either found myself cooking, cleaning or locked in the dark basement. I haven't even seen the sun in years.

"Be grateful I showed you mercy girl." He spat, that same look of disgust once again taking over his features.

"T-thank you sir." I thanked, bowing my head to him. Bringing his hand back, he slapped me across the face, a loud crack resonating throughout the basement. I crumpled to the ground, clutching my red cheek, my skin still on fire from the sudden and harsh contact.

He merely frowned and strode out of the basement, slamming the thick concrete door closed, locking it.

For hours I just sat there, leaning against the wall, sobbing silently into my shaking hands.

There was pure nothingness.

No noise, no light, not happiness.

Just darkness. A cruel darkness that envelopes you, stealing away all your joy and happiness. Like a dementor would.

I heard a loud crash from upstairs, the old door being broken off its hinges.

A thunderous stampede of footsteps crashed upstairs, rushing into the living room above me. Voices drifted through the walls and into my ears, giving me a flicker of hope that I prayed wasn't false.

"Where is she? We know that you're hiding her here." A calm voice asked my father, obviously talking about me. I felt the urge to scream out, but I knew that my screams would go completely unheard.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." My father replied in a steady voice, something he usually doesn't have right after a torture session.

"We know that she is here." The voice repeated with a hint of annoyance this time. They were starting to get impatient.

Finally! Somebody was here to help me!

"I'm down here!" I attempted my voice hoarse and barely audible. "I'm down here!" This time there was a bit more volume, but not enough. I sucked in a deep air of breath in preparation. "I'm down here!" I screamed.

A rush of footsteps made their way down the stairs and towards the basement, shoving the door opened. My father's face then entered my vision and I felt fear boil up inside me, seeing him with his want raised.

"You! Avada Kedavra!" He yelled and I saw the green light flash in front of me, along with a green ray of raw magic snaking its way towards me.

I readied myself for death but I felt no impact. Instead, I felt a tingle travel throughout my body, traveling into my fingertips and rush out of me. Last thing I saw was the green light and ray of power bouncing off some sort of barrier and hit my father, throwing him against the wall with a sickening crunch. Then I blacked out.

...***...

"I think that she may be waking up!" A voice shouted in excitement, the volume causing me to cringe. I opened my eyes and saw him turn to face me, an apologetic smile on his face. "Oh, sorry about that."

"No problem." I croaked, my vision slightly blurry. "W-who are you? And where the heck am I?"

"My name's Remus Lupin. This is St. Mungo's." He said and gestured to the room around me. When he noticed my confused expression he smiled and added, "the wizarding hospital."

I nodded slightly and closed my eyes again. I still felt rather tired, my eyes drooping closed.

For the next couple hours I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness, my ears catching snippets of conversation for the brief seconds I was awake for.

When I finally found myself awake for good, I opened my eyes again, taking in my surroundings. The room overall was rather plain with basic white walls, white bed sheets and white tiled floors. The only slight splashes of colour were the lovely flowers that were on my bedside table. Who would send me flowers though?

"Finally awake for good now?" A voice mused, a different one from before.

"Y-yes, I think so." I smiled slightly, the realization of not being at my father's house anymore hitting me. I opened my eyes and looked at the person sitting beside me. She was a young-looking girl, no older than 25. She had short purple hair, matching purple eyes and clear olive coloured skin.

I was free! Free of him! Free of that horrible life!

"No need to be scared hun. We're not going to hurt you." She said softly, placing a gently hand on my arm. I flinched away slightly but gave her an apologetic smile. "Don't be sorry, we know what your father has been doing to you."

I smiled at her, my first smile in at least a year.

"You should smile more often, you have a lovely smile." She complimented, chuckling lightly. My smile grew larger and I felt warm tears of joy slide down my cheeks.

"Thanks. I-I've never been complimented before..." I admitted, looking down at my hands.

We talked for another five minutes before the nurse barged in and ushered the young woman out of the room, saying that I needed my rest, even though I didn't feel at all tired. I told her over and over, but she just ignored me, pretending that I didn't say a thing.

She just smiled at me and gave me a dismissive wave of the hand, telling me that I should at least close my eyes. I frowned but reluctantly agreed, knowing that I really didn't get much of a choice. Even though I didn't actually sleep it did feel nice to just close my eyes and relax.

For a while I lay there in silence. It felt surprisingly nice, just sitting there, not moving.

A couple people came in and gave me flowers while others just murmured comforting words to me.

It was nice to finally be shown kindness, but something inside me didn't like the feeling of being pitied. It didn't sit well with me.

"Miss Denery? Might you be awake?" An older man asked as he walked in. I opened my eyes and nodded, a small smile playing upon my lips.

"Yes. May I ask who you are?" I inquired, feeling rather bold. The old man smiled as well, his long white beard portraying his immense age.

"My name's Albus Dumbledore. I would like to ask you if you would like to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I-I'd love to. But... but I don't know any magic, and I don't have any money."

"Those two things are of no problem. The school has more than enough money to pay for you school supplies and robes, and some muggles clothing."

I was shocked. I just nodded, not trusting my voice. If I tried to say something, I had a feeling everything would come out as a squeak.

"Good. You should be healed by tomorrow, and then you will be released from the hospital. Once you are you will be staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the remaining three and a half weeks before the start of term. You will be given permission to use as much of the schools funds as you please, but refrain from going overboard." He said with a wink, his eyes twinkling. I giggled and nodded, completely overjoyed.

"I promise." I swore, placing a hand over my heart with a laugh.

I felt a large yawn work its way through my body and I opened my mouth wide.

"Why don't you rest. You've been through quiet a lot, and you likely need to get some more sleep." He suggested, giving me a friendly smile before walking back out of the door.

...***...

I looked down at the paper Dumbledore had given me, reading the directions over again for the fifth time. He told me that it would be one of the first things I saw when I entered Diagon Alley, but I couldn't see a sign anywhere. I groaned in frustration, looking around frantically.

It seemed like I had walked around the entire place at least three times without seeing anything.

Finally I just gave up and began walking around Diagon Alley aimlessly, hoping that I might just stumble across it. I gazed at everything with curious and wonder filled eyes, a whole new world being introduced to me.

I turned a corner, but found myself landing on the ground, a sharp pain blossoming in my butt.

"Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." A boy apologized from in front of me.

"Don't worry about it." I said, rubbing my butt. "Hey, do you mind showing me to the Leaky Cauldron? I've been trying to find it for hours."

"Yeah, sure! It's this way." He replied, holding his hand out for me to grab. I hesitated slightly before accepting his hand and allowing him to help me up.

"Thanks. I'm sort of new." I said sheepishly. He merely grinned and shrugged.

"No problem. Are you going to be going to Hogwarts?" He asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yep. I think I'm going into the third year." I replied, running my hands through my thin, waist length blond hair. He nodded and we walked in silence for a while, neither one of us feeling the need to talk. I was use to silence, so for me it didn't really feel that awkward.

It only took about five minutes to walk there, and I face-palmed when I saw it. I had passed it each time, completely ignorant of the rather large sign.

"I swear I passed this place three times." I mumbled, shaking my head. He chuckled and led me in, holding the door open for me.

We approached the small front desk, looking around at the rather empty bar. I knocked on the desk, looking around for any sign of life.

An older looking man hurried over right away, smiling.

"Hi! How can I help you?" He asked, looking at me.

"Uh, hi. I think I have a reservation here." I said, unsure. He checked the book in front of him and looked back up at me.

"Dumbledore told me about you! Miss Mia Denery?" He asked and I nodded. Coming out from the desk he led me through the place and to a room, motioning to it. "This is your room, room 12. Enjoy your stay!"

"Thanks." I said, opening the door with the small key he gave me. It revealed a decent sized room. It had a single bed with yellow duvet covers, a wooden desk, stained wooden floors, and a window. It was nice considering that it was completely my own. I smiled to myself and opened the door, the boy waiting for me outside. "Hey, thanks for waiting. By the way, what's your name?"

"Harry, Harry Potter. You mean you didn't recognize me?" He asked, slightly confused. I shuddered at the memory, hearing my father talk about how he was Voldemorts downfall and that he would die for it one of these days.

"I recognize your name, but my father kept me in the dark for the most part." I said. I attempted a smile but something tells me that it came out looking more like a grimace. He shrugged and nodded and we walked back downstairs, sitting down in front of the fire.

I glanced at the clock in front of me and felt my stomach growl involuntarily. Groaning I leaned back and rubbed my stomach. I still needed money!

"Are you hungry?" He asked, looking at me slightly concerned. I grinned sheepishly and nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't have any money to buy food yet." I explained. He just waved a hand and told me he'd pay for it, so I shrugged, telling him I'd pay him back later.

It was a nice quiet dinner. We were enjoying a rather enjoyable conversation where we were taking turns adding a word to create a story when Harry hid behind me, staring at the door. A rather portly man waddled in wearing a black suit and tie, glancing around the room.

"What are you hiding from?" I whispered, glancing behind me at Harry.

"That man. He's the Minister of Magic, and he's been following me around trying to talk to me." He replied, staring at him. I snorted out a laugh and shook my head. Why he was running away from the Minister of Magic is something I'd definitely be asking him about later.

The man continued searching the room before throwing his hands in the air in exasperation before storming out. Harry laughed at the display of anger before returning to his meal. Sadly we didn't finish the story, but instead moved on to the topic of Hogwarts.

"So what year are you in?" I asked him. Dumbledore had told me that I was going to be in third year and I hoped Harry was going to be.

"Third year." He said with pride. I cheered silently, thanking the faiths. This was definitely going to be fun. "My two friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are going to be in third year as well. I think that you're going to get along with them really well!"

I grinned and nodded enthusiastically, finishing my food quickly. When I finished I stared longingly at the now empty plate.

Father only ever gave me tiny portions that barely sustained me. Most of the time it was a piece of bread and half a glass of water twice a day, making me unhealthily thin and bony. After we finished we walked out and wandered around. I just nodded absentmindedly, not really paying attention to the conversation that was there. My thoughts lingered on what happened with father. Nothing can repel the death curse, nothing, and yet something did. Something stopped it from hitting me and I have no clue what!

"Hello! Earth to Mia!" Harry said, waving a hand in front of my grey eyes. I snapped back to reality and glanced at him, his expression worried. "Something wrong?"

He reached out to touch my arm but I flinched involuntarily.

"Nothing's wrong." I said with a fake smile plastered on my face. He saw right through it, but didn't question it. He too had been through a lot so he could understand exactly how I was feeling. I just wasn't ready to share yet. I've barely known him for a day, but I still felt comfortable near him, but not comfortable enough.

He understood too that I just wasn't ready, but that I would tell him eventually.

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A/N: So what do you guys think?

Tell me if you think that I should either keep going, or just stop.

Oh and tell me if you think it's going too fast. I think it may be, but I'm not completely sure ;D