Here's Chapter 2...woo hoo!! Please Read and REVIEW!! Warning: Child Abuse/ Self Abuse

Samara found herself straying from the group to see that the raven haired boy had done the same. She took in a deep breath and just as she was about to approach him felt someone grab her by the scruff of the neck and through her to the ground.

"What-"

She looked and saw that it was in face the snobby Draco Malfoy himself. Fine if the rich boy wanted to play then she would gladly play.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Instantly Malfoy fell on his back paralized.

Samara turned her head to see that his two lackeys had gone as well but the person who did come to greet her didn't look none too pleased himself.

"Ms. Bailey, an explanation would be suitable right now." he said coldly.

"Yes, sir." she said glaring at the frozen piece of filth before her. "Mr. Pureblood and his lackey's bonehead one and two decided it would be fun to come and attack me. It was fun...for me anyway."

"Ms. Bailey, we have a rule-"

"That magic will only be used in defense situations or in class...such as the one that just happened now Professor?" she asked not caring or knowing that the man she was talking to was her house master.

"Did they draw their wands-"

"I am a girl sir, the two boys he had coming to harass me were like buildings with feet. You tell me who is better off?" she said crossing her arms over her chest. "They looked about as bright as a bloody building too." she grumbled more of to herself then Snape.

Snape bit back a chuckle.

"Still, was Mr. Malfoy the one that attacked you-"

"Is it me Professor or are you playing favorites to the pure blood student over the mudblood-"

"Don't say that name!" Snape spat.

"Don't take in his defense when you know that the pretty boy deserved it!" Samara snapped.

"For your information Ms. Bailey, I did not know you were a muggle born student nor does it matter to me that you are. And your attitude towards a teacher has just earned you a detention tomorrow night right after supper."

Samara just shrugged her shoulders. She knew how this game worked, the more you complained the more the teacher or adult enjoyed the punishment. Well Samara had learned as a child not to allow people the pleasure of her own demise.

"Looking forward to is Professor, but just out of curiousity...if you are not taking to pretty boy's defense because I am a mudblood...then what are you defending him for anyway?" and with that Samara left to go off to the common room.

Good thing she had exceptional good hearing otherwise she would have never learned that the house password was aconite. But before that Samara had something she needed to do.

There was a girl's lavortory right next to the dungeon and just before turning in she thought she would put it to use.

She went inside and locked herself in the largest stall.

She reached inside her jean pocket and pulled out a metal nail file as she rolled up her sleeve Samara looked at all the scars she had on her arms. From her upper arm down to her wrist was every cut she had ever made.

The night she left her home to go to Hogwarts was one she wanted to forget and just remove from her blood forever.

The metal glinted in the torch light and very carefully Samara cut a line next to her vein. She let the blood drip down her arm and as it did the pain her father inflicted on her was gone in an instant. At least in Samara's eyes it was.

Snape sat at his desk tapping his hand on the hard wood. Never in all his years of teaching had he ever met such a cocky student! She almost reminded him of himself...heck that was how he acted towards others, but never had he had the audacity to speak that way to an elder!

"I beg to differ Severus."

Snape turned his head and found that the Headmaster was in his doorway.

"How you remained my top spy is a mystery to me, I hope you did not always talk to yourself so loudly. People might think you are mad you know?"

'Says the man wearing purple robes and started the yearly feast with some type of gibberish or other.' Snape thought rudely to himself.

"Albus, have you ever heard of knocking?"

"Yes, I have heard of it...but why hurt the door with such and annoying way of enrty."

Snape made his eyes go heavenward before settling them back on Albus Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.

"I have heard that you had a very good first introduction of Samara Bailey."

"So you know this child?" Snape asked in an irritated sort of way.

"I have met her and spoken to her personally. You know she sure does remind me of a certain boy I had the pleasure of meeting." Dumbledore said popping, what Severus had guessed to be, a lemon drop in his mouth. "Lemon Drop?"

'I knew it' he thought smirking in spite of himself. "No thank you Headmaster."

"One of these day's I am going to get you to try one of these, my boy."

"Well today isn't that day, Albus. Now I assume you have come down here to talk of more then just Samara Bailey?"

"Actually I have but she is one of the hot topics I have to discuss."

"Very well, and what is the other?"

"Harry Potter-"

"Of course, your Golden Boy." Snape said rubbing his temples.

"You see what you want to see Severus, anyway, what I ask is that you watch out for the boy. Do I have your word?"

"Yes, sir." Snape said feeling like a student once more.

"Now about Ms. Bailey, I would also like you to keep an eye on her as well-"

"Why? What importance does she have that the other millions of students don't?"

"Because she is about to fall as you did and she has no one to catch her somewhat like you did." and with that the Headmaster left, leaving Snape hurt and forced to remember how far he truly had fallen.

Here's Chapter 2...Isn't Dumbledore cool?? Anyway please read and REVIEW!! ;)