OKAY THIS ONE IS A LOT LONGER SO IT WILL GIVE YOU A GOOD IDEA ON WHAT ITS GOING TO BE ABOUT IF THE FIRST CHAPTER DIDN'T.

I looked up at the bat like man. He had longish black hair that went a little bit past his ear lobes, beadle black eyes and a long pointe nose. I really hope this was my father because if he wasn't then I would have felt like an idiot if I had just gone and blurted it out that I was his daughter. But he looked a lot like the pictures he was in that were now in the basement.

He lowered his wand slowly and but quickly grabbed my arm not so gently. I squeezed my eyes shut, to keep myself from screaming out. I had a bruise that was shaped like a hand print there and it was just formed last night so it was still tender.

He yanked me with him and pushed me to the sofa.

"Explain, tell me your birth mother and the year you were born." He said without even a stutter as if he's been through this more than once.

"I was born August 19th 1980 and my birth mother –" I stopped in fear that she might somehow hear me and come straight at me, wand in hand ready.

"What are you waiting for?" He snapped. I winced maybe my parents weren't all that far off on how to treat a child.

"I- I "I paused and took a deep breath "Her name is Janet Mitell." I said looking down feeling like I was white as a sheep. I had just said her name and god forbid if I lived to see a day if she found out. It was so disrespectful to call your mother or father any elder really by their true name. My mother had pounded that into me.

"How'd you know where to find me and how'd you know about me?" He said looking at me with concern.

I could feel the tears wanting to come but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I had found a letter you had written to my mother about six years after I was born with a few photo graphs. They had said how to get here and everything. I know it is impolite to read someone's personal items but theres at least fifty of them lying around in boxes." I said biting my lip looking up.

He was staring intently at me. One arm around his torso and one propped up on his arm with a hand underneath his chin stoking it.

"Sir?" No reply.

I could feel as if this was a mistake to come here. It had been at least an hour and mother should have known my abstinence by now. Hopefully not.

"This can't be right; this has got to be a joke." I heard him whisper to himself.

So he didn't want me, is that why I never knew him all these years, because he didn't want me? Mother had screamed at me telling me that but she would nearly say anything while she was beating me. I personally didn't believe a single bloody thing she said.

"I'm sorry this was a mistake." I said getting up suppressing the tears and jumping off the couch with my hand over my mouth and running for the fire place.

"No." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I struggled against his grip. Finally my hand slipped from his and I flew forward hitting my head on the bricks that were near the fire place. Everything was going blurry. All I remember before blacking out was the man kneeling down next to me calling my name and moving my head to look up at him.

I groaned as I woke up. The world coming back into a nice clear image. I put my hand up to my head to feel a bruise. I looked around the room. I was in a huge king sized bed with white sheets and a fluffy comforter. There were oak floors and oak drawers. There were two door one to the right and one if front of me. My guess was one lead to a bathroom and the other out of this room which was exactly where I was heading. I slowly and easily got out of bed touching the floor as lightly as I could I walked swiftly to the door but stopped at the bathroom door. I really needed to go and seeing what I looked like made me want to see even more. I was sure I didn't look decent but I was still curious.

I walked to the door and was thankful to see it was a one. I looked into the mirror so see a miserable little girl. I was tiny for my age pale and skinny. I had dark long thin hair that was sure to pass my hips soon and had bright blue vibrant eyes and even a small slender nose. I found it funny that I hardly had any hair on me besides my head. Had no arm or leg hair, very thin eye brows but I did have very long eyelashes. In all I was happy with how I looked but I only got to see what I looked like one or twice a year but most of the time I would have a bruised cheek, eye and maybe even a busted lip and bruises everywhere else.

Now I served with a bright purple and green bruise that was on the right side of my forehead, it was huge. I sighed and for once looked down to see I was dressed in a long sleeved night gown that was down to my knees. It was grayish white, had purple flowers on it. When had I changed?

I turned around and made my way to the other door. I opened it slowly and looked around. There was a long narrow hall way. To the left there was a window that went from the ground to the celling then you had to make a left, the other way there was no window just the dark and you had to make a right. I could go right or left either way I would end up lost. I decide to go right seeing as that was always the better way to go. I walk down the cold and silent hall. There were picture of people all over, magic portraits. They were asleep though. There were tons of doors that were closed and I was afraid I end up lost. I made a right to see one door to the left and small window at the top of the celling to let the sun shine through. There were stairs next to the door. The door was at a slant that way it wouldn't be right next to the stairs. I walked towards the stairs which were in a box like form like you would see in hotels basements except these were more friendly, like everything else they were mad out of wood.

I could go up or down. I really wanted to get out of here so I decided down. But it led me to another hallway I sighed. Was I ever going to get out of here I traveled back up the stairs and was startled when I reached the top where I had started.

The man well the bat, was standing at the top looking at me with a frown and his arms crossed starring me down with a glare. My hair fell loosely in front of my face.

"Snooping around I see." He said not releasing the glare.

"I-I was looking for a way out of here sir it's been far too long, I must get home." I said quietly. I had no desire of getting home but it really was not good to be in a stranger's home.

"We will talk about your living arrangements later right now you are going to go back to your room, take a shower and meet me in the dining room." He said with a voice that left no argument but that doesn't mean I listened.

"No." I said crossing my arms.

He lifted his eyebrow. "Clearly someone doesn't know their manners. This is my home, which you found upon yourself to intrude on and waste my time and all I ask of you is to wait-"

"NO! I waited my whole life! I've had a shitty life and all I ask of YOU is to give ME and explanation of where you've been for the last 11 years." I yelled my face turning red. Did I have a temper all ya!

"I've waited for you to come find me! To come rescue me, someone at least! All I had was my mother and that's it. No picture or any story or reason to why I don't have a father. I'll go take a shower but if I do I'm not going to go sit down with you and do whatever you want me to and act as if we've always been friends! If I get in that shower, I'm leaving after I'm done." I practically yelled. Was I bluffing? Oh ya.

"Wait, you wouldn't care if I walked out on you, you did the same thing to me and mother." I said not even caring that I saw a hint of hurt flow across his face. I held my head up high and walked back to the room I had stayed in for the night.

Big mistake, big mistake! I was sitting on the bed and was rocking back and forth. Why on earth would I say that! I wanted this person to take me in not through me out! I finally had heard my little friend inside my head yell at me and tell me what I did wrong. To say I felt guilty would be an understatement. I looked down breathing hard and decided there was nothing I could do now besides apologize and leave. I got up and walked to the bathroom to take my shower.

The shower had felt great but didn't do anything besides wipe the grim off me. I was surprised to see my old clothes that I had worn here washed and folded nicely on the bathroom sink. I slowly changed still feeling the bruising on my body. I put my cloak on with the hood over and a sunken face. I look out the window; I was going back to Mitell manner and it would probably be the last time I ever saw sunlight again.

I cleaned up the room, making it look like I was never here. When I walked out I took a left this time and looked out the long window. We were surrounded by trees but this manor had a nice yard. The manor seemed to be in the middle of a huge circle making a lot of room for people to walk around.

I quickly found stairs that lead downward to what look like a huge sitting room. There was a fireplace and it wasn't the one I had come out of but it would have to do. I walked over to and went to grab the powder when I was stopped.

"What do you think you're doing?" Said an angry voice

"Going home."

"I told you we talk after you took a shower." He spat out.

"Well I told you I wouldn't wait." I snapped.

He looked at me with dread full eyes and I got a chill down my spine. Goosebumps crawled up on me and I got the message that I shouldn't be acting so disrespectful towards him or I might not like what I get back.

I breathed in and out and suddenly for the first time said my words nicely.

"Can we just forget about this whole morning? I took my shower and am ready to have a nice rational discussion." I said commonly.

He nodded his head. "Very well."

He turned and walked away and I followed him. He took a different course and I was too caught up in my thoughts to see where he was taking me.

He led us to what seemed to be a study. It had tall oak bookshelves with books piled in it. Bluish black carpet, no windows and a large desk smack dab in the middle and what do you know it's oak.

He sat down behind his desk and summoned a chair for me to sit. I sat down still looking around. The books I could read in here was that only thought that ran through my mind.

"So S- Selena tell me about you home life." He asked. He still held the glare and the voice that seem to hide some level of interest in what I had to say.

"Before I do so can you just answer the most important question for me?" I asked leaning forward with my hood still over my head.

"I will if you take that ridiculous cloak off and sit properly in that chair." He said increasing his glare if that was possible.

I sigh taking the cloak of to reveal my, warn out blue jeans that I loved and my blue big t-shirt. My shoes where converse and too say they needed to be replaced would be an understatement. I sat down properly and look back him.

He nodded his head silently telling me to go on.

"A-are you my father?" I said straight forward without feeding around the bush. He sighed and got up with his hands behind his back walking around me as if he was examining me. I stayed still looking straight ahead.

"Yes." He said.

"Why weren't you there all those years?" I asked looking up at him with a tear bridge.

"Ah Ah Ah," He said waving his finger back and forth "I now get to ask my question."

I nodded. "How'd you know about me besides the letters?" My heart almost crushed from these words. Did he not want me to find him?

"I didn't, mother never talked about you, I just happen to be cleaning the basement and stumbled across the letters. It told me where you were and everything." I said

His eyes narrowed "Why were you cleaning the basement?" Oh crap think, lie, lie.

"I had got into trouble." I said smoothly.

He rolled his eyes and I could have sworn I heard him whisper "Of course you did."

I really wanted to ask him the question I had asked before but I had a different one in mind and it was very important that I got this answer.

"Am I going to get too see you?" I said barely above a whisper. I was to frighten of what his answer would be. Should he laugh at me and tell how worthless I was and never wanted to see me to begin with, I would walk away with my head held high.

"Do you not want to live with your mother?" He asked. I wanted to yell yes a million times but I had to stay silent. If I had told him about my home life would he not want a troubled kid?

"I lived with my mother eleven years, I think it's time I got to see what my father is like." I give myself a ten for my lying so far.

He seemed to struggle with the idea.

"That is fine but I will need to speak to your mother first." Oh crap.

"No!" I shouted. He looked at me with a raised brow.

"I mean, we shouldn't bother her, she's a very busy woman." I said I give a three for that one.

His eyes narrowed at me."Are you lying to me Selena? I do not put up with lying and if you are you'll see how much of father I really am." This set me off.

"Why does it matter if I'm lying or not," I yelled jumping to my feet" I'm your daughter, shouldn't you want me regardless!" I yelled. Screw being rational!

"I lower your voice if I were you." He said holding his glare.

I used a few choice words to describe him and well it didn't end well. He marched across the room, grabbed my arm and spun me around giving five hard swats. I blinked back tears. It hurt, well not just my bum but my arm he grabbed me right on the bruise. He sent me to the room I was staying in and lunch would be brought up to me.

I stayed on my bed silently with my knees up to my chest. I didn't touch the food that was brought to me nor did I leave after lunch. My mother would beat me when she found out what I've done and it probably would be the worst beating I ever received. My mother never had reason to beat me but this time she would.

Lunch turned into dinner as the sun went down then dinner turned into 11:30 at night. I was in my night gown by then and that was the only time I moved. I would probably be dead tomorow. I wasn't exaggerating either. I mean how many people live with a death eater and don't wish to become either and live to tell the tale. Not many.

I walked to my door and opened it wishing to find the man. I fortunately found a house elf which I felt sorry for and ask for directions to where the study was. Like always I treat the elves with respect. I use sir and ma'am but they always freak out when I say this, thankfully this one didn't. He look at me with shinning eyes and told me where to go, he actually walked me there. His name a Junop, he loved crazy sour candy and loved to dance. Kind of like me. I was a nice singer but I didn't sing that much.

We walked towards the stairs again and went down right as we were on the floor beneath us we took a sharp right, past huge windows and then made another right and found two very big doors. I thank the little creature and he nodded and with pop he was gone.

I knock on the door and was allowed in. I saw him at his desk and he seemed to be doing some paper work.

"I'm sorry I can come back later." I said stopping.

"If you're already here you might just go head and say it." He said unkindly.

I looked at him and could feel my throat close up. He looked up at me and could tell I was having a hard time.

"Sit down and we will talk about this morning." He said gently this time. I sat down still shaken and look at him.

"I'm sorry for what I said sir." I said. He nodded.

"You were punished, all is forgiven but I would like to know why you didn't want me to speak with your mother. " I looked at the ground finding my hands very interesting.

"Does she know you're here?"

I shook my head.

"Does she know you know about me?"

I shook my head.

"Is this why you don't want me to contact her."

I nodded my head.

"Why would, you be scared of me asking your mother if you could live with me, at the most she'll say no and if she does we will work something out." Okay were did this gentleness come from.

I started to cry think of her saying no and dragging me back kicking a screaming. I never get to know my father, never know what it's like, and never know how to be loved.

I felt someone kneel next me and put the hand underneath my chin. I looked up with tearful eyes.

"What are you hiding?" He said with stormy black eyes.

I shook my head begging him not to make me say it. If I did then she would defiantly beat me bloody.

"It's okay to say it. I will protect you at all cost." He said and I could see that he really would by the way he had said it.

"I-if I do, you'll have to tell why you weren't there." I said. He nodded his head once.

"I-if I go back, my mother won't treat me right. "I mumbled.

"Selena we are not going to code words. You will tell the exact word used for it. Now how will she treat you?" He droned.

"She'll hit me." I mumbled.

"Where?"

"Everywhere, mostly face."

There was at least a five moment silent till I looked at the man's face and then broke down in tears. The look was full of anger. I dread what he's do to me. He would hit me for telling of maybe evening suggesting she do that.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinch and it would have been noticeable from a mile away that I did. He pulled me to stand up and then shockingly a hug. But I still cried if anything I cried harder. I had never been held like this, as a comfort hug, never. My mother would pull me in to a sadistic one but that was the closes I ever got. I could hear him shh me which I did a few minutes later.

"Do you have any new marks? Fresh or anything that needs to be tended to?" He asked kneeling down in front of me.

"I don't want to be a…"

"Where?" He said sternly.

"My arm has a fresh bruise, I think one of my ribs is cracked and there are a few belt buckles on my body." I whispered.

"Did you get these bruises on your face at the same time to?" I nodded my head and he rubbed his thumb over my face. He still held his glare. But it wasn't as menacing as it was before.

A few minutes later after looking over my injuries (which was kind of embarrassing considering he had to look at my rib) He walked out telling me to stay put and came back with three potions bottles. He gave me the first one to take away the pain and the second one to heal the broken rib and a third one was for sleep. But before I took it I had to ask something?

"Why weren't you there all the eleven years?" I asked holding the bottle looking at it.

He sighed and stood up. "I was there till you were 15 months. But I had…. business to attend to. I had left you with your mother and when I had got back to come pick you up, you were gone. The place was a mess and your mother was a little drunk. She claimed she was hit trying to defend you from the attackers and in the end she lost and they had taken you. I had sent a search party out for you but no one had anything to where you might have gone. A few weeks later a friend of mine had told me they had seen on muggle TV that a one year olds body had been found in Britain not too far from the house. The child was a little black haired girl with blue eyes and black hair. No one had reported a child with this description missing, so it became a mystery." I looked in shock. So I was supposed to be dead.

"What do you think happened?"

"Well I guess now that I can see you are alive or at least now that you've been given healing potions that you mother had faked your death and one of my fellow house elves had been killed so he was probably trying to protect you giving her the black eye and you were hid from me all these years."

"Are you going to send me back?" I ask dreadfully.

"No, not if its the last thing I can do, now enough with the question and take potion."

I nodded, taking the drink and chugging it down. My eye lids became very heavy and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

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