Hey everyone! First of all, if you're reading this…thanks!!!! Really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy. I thought I'd try something a little different.

Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing.

A/N: * means they are thinking and " means they are talking. Takes place in their 7th year.

Side note: Cathyhb helped me with the idea. Thanks cathyhb! By the way…check out her stories, especially if you are a D/Hm shipper. You'll love 'em! Promise!

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Chapter 1

 She found herself in front of the manor's large wooden doors all too soon. Weighed down with packages from school shopping in Diagon Alley, she barely managed to open the door. As she walked into the hallway, which was more like an atrium, she looked around at the castle-like manor and it filled her with memories, not all of which were pleasant.

 Just two months ago, she had loved this house. She couldn't wait to come home and enjoy her summer holidays before her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. When she got home, however, it was to an almost deserted manor and a very bitter father. Over the last school year, there had been problems with her parents' marriage that she had not been aware of (because she was at school). She arrived home to the news that her mother had abandoned her and her father to move to America with another man. Her mother had told her father that he was not good enough for her, and that she wanted to be with someone who was more powerful and higher in the Dark Lord's ranks. This is why she left with the man to America. They left to recruit more supporters for the Dark Lord.

She shuddered at the memory and tried hard not to remember the look on her fathers face as he told her. It was a mix between all of the emotions that one person could possibly feel at a time without exploding: sadness, betrayal, depression, disbelief, to name a few. But the one that stood out the most was anger. He could not possibly understand what he had done to deserve such a thing. The hate in his eyes was unbearable in her opinion. He had even fired all of their house elves because he longed to be alone. Now the only person he could vent his rage out on was her: Pansy.

She quickly readjusted her things so that she could close the door quietly. Then she climbed the stairs to go to her room. With every step she prayed harder that September first would come, the blessed day that she could return to Hogwarts and be away from her father. As she placed all of her newly bought things on her bed she tried hard to remember that there were only two more days to go. Then she heard a small explosion and a yell that interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh no, what is it now?" she whispered to herself.

Quickly and quietly she went down the stairs to see what had happened to make her father yell. She found him in the large living room trying to start the fire in the fireplace. From the looks of the partially burnt carpet, the fire that was crackling merrily in the fireplace, and the way her father was holding his hand, she guessed that he had said the spell with a little too much enthusiasm and had caused a slightly larger fire than he had intended.

"Are you alright?" she asked as she hurried to his side.

He was still cursing under his breath. "Do I look it?" he snapped back forcefully. "Don't just stand there you good for nothing slut; go get the healing potion!"

She was far to used to this for her feelings to be really hurt. He had been calling her every name under the sun since she had gotten home. She tried to act like it didn't hurt, but how could it not. She hurried quickly out of the room and headed towards the potions cupboard were they kept all of the healing potions. She took out a small, clear vial with a bright aqua blue liquid inside and hurried back to her father's side.

"It's about time. Do you want my hand to fall off?"

"No," was all she could whisper. She knew better than to get into an argument with him now.

"Well, you could've fooled me."

He snatched to vial out of her hand and began to pour some of the potion on his burns. He didn't seem to care that the potion was freely dripping from his hand to the carpet. It's not like he as going to have to clean it up.

She didn't like the awkward silence so she braved to ask him a question, even if she already knew the answer. "Did the spell go wrong?"

"Of course it bloody well went wrong, are you blind? I have to do everything around here. The least you could do is start a fucking fire every once in a while! I swear, you are too lazy, just like your no good whore of a mother."

She was sorry she had tried to start a conversation with him. She had fooled herself into thinking he might be civil. She still had hope he would change back into the loving father she had once known. He very well knew that he did nothing around the house. After he had fired all of the house elves, she, Pansy, practically became one; always cooking and cleaning, everyday. She decided to try a different conversation.

"Maybe you could take back some of the elves that you fired. Then we would have some help around here. It is a big house."

"You know, you must think I'm stupid, don't you. You just want to get out of doing the housework that you should be doing anyway! I will NOT take those miserable elves back. They were always more loyal to her anyway." He was referring to Pansy's mother. The elves had belonged to her family and therefore were more loyal to the mother. Then as he got up to replace the vial in the cupboard he added, "You couldn't pay me enough to take back those creatures, or her for that matter."

He said this while looking at Pansy. It annoyed her father how much she looked like her mother. They both had the same shoulder length, straight blonde hair and the sky blue eyes. They were even the same height. Pansy did her best not to remind him of this. Her mother had always worn her hair down, so Pansy always wore hers back in a tight bun or ponytail. Today it was a ponytail.

She noticed her father staring at her and became uncomfortable. This was never a good thing. Whenever he stared at her it meant that she had forgotten to do something or he was about to criticize her, or worse. However, he simply said, "Hurry up and get started on dinner. I'm starving."

Pansy obediently walked into the kitchen and started to cook. Her father went up to his room. This, she was grateful for. She loved having even just a few minutes on her own. Today, however, they were cut short. He father stormed into the kitchen looking even angrier than he had when he burnt his hand.

"Did you steal from me?!" he roared before Pansy even had a chance to ask what was wrong.

"N-No!" Pansy managed to stammer.

"Well, I find that hard to believe as there is money missing from my room!" as he said this he advanced on her.

She was not in a good position. Her father was in front of her and the sink was behind her. She was in between a rock and a hard place. She quickly recovered and managed to answer him.

"I-I-I had to go to Diagon Alley to get my school things, remember," she said breathlessly hoping that he did remember giving her the money.

His anger seemed to decrease as he simply said, "Well then just give me whatever was left."

Pansy panicked. There had been no money left. She had to spend it all. Now she was in for it and she knew it. "There is none left. I had to use it all," she whispered.

"Bitch!" he yelled as he slapped her across the face. She felt each finger hit her face and each one hurt more than the last. "All you know how to do is be a pain in my ass and spend my money! Do you enjoy being like her!" he roared as he towered over her.

"No!"

"Well, then stop acting like it or I will do something about it!" As he said this he grabbed the knife that Pansy had been using to peel potatoes and held it to her throat as he pulled her head back by her ponytail. "Understand?" he said in a deadly whisper.

Pansy, afraid to nod because the knife would cut her, said, "Yes, sir." Then he let her go.

"Get out of my sight."

There was no need to tell her twice. She ran into her room and performed every locking spell known to wizard-kind, or at least the ones that she had learned. Then she sat on her bed and cried for a long time. Every time her father hit her, it hurt more than the one before. She thought she could get used to it, but she couldn't. Who on earth could get used to their father hitting them? As she lay in her bed crying she gasped in between sobs, "Two more days, just to more days, hold on." She didn't even feel the bruise that was forming on her lower back from being slammed into the sink.

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How's that for a first chapter? AWWWW!!! Poor Pansy, I know. A lot of stories make her mean so I just thought I'd give her a reason to be mean. Who knows maybe she'll change *wink, wink*. This is pretty much a Pansy/Harry fic. I'm not really a H/P shipper (I luv D/Hm fics! J) but this story seemed like a really good idea. Let me know what you think. You can email me at Jarie1019@yahoo.com.  Please read and review! I would love reviews. Did I mention I like reviews? Just making sure. One last thing…review!!!!!!!!!!!!