{[(Chapter 2)]}

The blankets were violently pulled from my body and had caused me to fall on the cold, hard ground. "Get your ass up and make yourself useful by doing something worth having you around." My dad said. He had a hangover. He wasn't as bad as he was when he was drunk but he still had a rage inside him that meant he was going to take out on me. I stood up and turned to see my father storming up the stairs. I pulled on Tee shirt and jean shorts and went outside. It was a bright sunny day but it still seemed like a storm was hovering over my home. I looked all over the yard for something that could keep me from going back inside the house. The lawn was a bit trashy. I took the rusty old lawn mower from the garage. It wasn't the greatest mower in the world, but it got the job done. I liked it because it took longer than usual.

The sun grew hotter every minute I spent outside. It was getting a little ridiculous. My father never came out once. I had all the privacy that I needed. I, however, had finished the lawn at one point on time, and I was desperate to find something to keep my father's hands as far away from me as possible. I started weeding the flowerbeds and trimming the hedges and raking up leaves and cleaning the outside windows. The lawn had never looked as beautiful before but when I looked at it, all I saw was shame. It was only an excuse to get away from my brutally abusive father. I was exhausted and covered in dirt. I couldn't even see out of my own eyes because of how the sweat glistened so brightly. I looked around the neighborhood and every other house looked normal compared to mine. No one had to suffer everything that I went through. Well, not that I knew of. The house across the street could have an alcohol abusing mother who comes home at several different hours during the night with other men or bruises and the smell of drugs on her. Or the brown house down the street could have a gang member living with them. Someone armed and dangerous and they could be held hostage everyday but somehow continue to live on. Or the blue house two houses down could just be a house with strict parents and a suicidal child. They're child is in his or her own world and thinks that his or her parents won't accept what she is and so she has come to the thought that suicide is the ultimate answer.

I looked at my house and saw no disturbance in the doors or windows, I heard absolutely nothing. Maybe my father was taking a nap or drinking some coffee, or drinking again. I hope it was one of the first two. I laid in the grass and stared at the bright sky. The blue was so radiant with the fluffy white clouds surrounding it. The sun was enveloped in a bush of clouds and couldn't shine in my eyes but still lit up the rest of the beautiful sky. That was where I wanted to be. With all the happiness that the world had to offer, not what my life did. A soft breeze flew and I breathed deep and closed my eyes. This was the moment I've been looking for. I was hoping for some time to relax. "Samantha Gray?" I heard a low soft voice speak above me. My eyes popped open and I looked up to see a tall man standing in front of me. I jumped up and stood back. He looked like a giant. He had long black scruffy hair and wore lots of thick clothing even though the sun shone hot.

"Ar' Ye Samantha Gray?" He asked. I nodded my head yes and hadn't kept my eyes from him. "Oh good, My name be 'agrid, I was sent to ask if ye got yer letter." He stated. I stared at him with a funny look on my face. "You were sent to ask me if I got my letter?" I repeated

"Er, yeah." He said back. I stood up straight and rubbed my temple. "Yes I got the letter and I'm currently packing. But may I ask a couple of questions?" I asked. He looked at me funny and nodded. "Okay, well first of all, why would you be sent to ask me if I got a letter and second, who sent you?" I asked. I wanted to know a little more about this Albus Dumbledore, if he was the person that sent Hagrid. He pursed his lips together and looked at me for a moment. "Well, I was sent because yer an import'nt part to our magical community now. And Mr. Albus Dumbledore sent me." He stated. I looked away and lightly licked my dry lips. I was a little confused. I pondered for a little but then just looked back at Hagrid and said "Okay, thank you." and He bade his G'bye and was gone.

I was so horribly confused by what I was told and what had happened last night with the letter that I didn't realize I had wandered right into my house. My dad was passed out on the couch. That was good. I went to the kitchen and found something to eat right quick. I took my lunch outside and ate on the soft grass. I loved the outdoors because they were the one thing that didn't harm me. A couple kids were riding by on their bikes. They had polo sticks and nothing to hit so I assume that they were just either playing around hitting the neighborhood cats or just hitting one another. They laughed and played and had lots of fun. I put my plate aside and rested my hand on my stomach. I felt a raindrop on my nose and looked up at the sky. It wasn't overcast and it wasn't dark. The sun was still shining bright. The clouds were still radiant white. There was absolutely no sign of rain. Just that one drop. It was very strange. I wiped the water from my nose and went back inside. My dad wasn't on the couch anymore. I was going to walk downstairs when I found my father standing in my way. "Why the hell were you outside for five God Damn hours?!" He yelled. I looked down at my feet and answered "Because the yard needed work." and my dad huffed and took my arm and pushed me down the stairs and closed the door and locked me in my room. "You don't EVER lie to me you little whore. You're staying in there until you can learn to be something worth value!" he yelled and threw the keys on the floor and walked away. I banged on the door and started screaming for him to let me out. He never came. I only heard him yell at me to 'shut my damn mouth.' I walked downstairs and went to my closet and pulled out my trunks. I filled them with most of my clothes and as much magical money as I could. I saved a whole lot of it from my last year at Beauxbatons. I hid the full trunks underneath my bed. Hopefully tonight was my last night in the hell. I don't think I could handle another year of my Father's obscene abuse.

So for the afternoon, I was locked in my room. I didn't know how I was to entertain myself. I actually cleaned up whatever I could. I found things to clean. I even changed the filter in the furnace. I couldn't find anything better to do. I made my bed and took a nap just to mess it up again so I could make it once more. I hated my father for what he was. It was only about, five hours later, the sun was starting to set and the deep shade of blue that I loved so much was starting to set in. Even when the blue faded, a dark purple would surround the sky and the moon and stars would appear. I opened the one window in the laundry room of the basement and stared at the sunset. The colors were so beautiful. My eye lids started getting heavy and I eventually had no choice but to close my eyes and drift to sleep.

"Ey! Wake up! Samantha! Wake up missy! We gotta go right now!" I felt a shoe kick the side of my face that was still hanging outside of the window. I opened my eyes to look up and see two boys standing in front of me. They grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the small window and had made me scratch my sides. I stood up and tried to run but one of the boys grabbed my arm and pulled me back so that I fell on the ground. I held my now pain filled head and looked at them again. One had flaming red hair and green eyes, The other had dark hair and blue eyes. They both were equally tall and both intimidating in this night lighting. "It's okay Samantha! We're going to grab your things and take you away, You need to tell us where it is!" The red headed one said.

"Who are you?" I looked frightened and I couldn't figure out for the life of me what was going on. "We're here to take you to the Hogwarts Family! We need you to tell us where you hid your belongings so we can get you out of here!" The dark haired boy said. "Under my bed." I said and they both disappeared in the house and I was left alone outside on the ground, with a headache and a sore body. I pulled myself close to the window and saw shadows moving. The boys were checking underneath my bed. The light suddenly flicked red on my porch and I saw my father step outside. He looked over the backyard and breathed deeply. I was never more scared since I saw the horrific video of Tailor. My father would see me and he wouldn't hold back. His head turned to see me and his expression changed. It was the worst face I've ever seen him make. He only looked more vicious and furious at the same time and it was the most horrifying feature that he'd ever shown. He stormed to me and I tried to stand and run but he grabbed my collar and pulled me up and the back of my head hit his chest and he strangled me with his forearm. I started gasping for air and kicking my feet but that only made him strangle more.

"So now your sneaking out of your room? What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled and dropped me on the ground and the amount of fresh cold air stung my lungs. "I am your fucking father and you will listen to whatever the hell I tell you to do!? Do you understand me you little bitch!?" I was holding my neck thinking that it was going to snap any second and I wasn't going to be able to hold it together. I turned on my stomach and started digging my nails in the dirt hoping that I could get away by pulling myself that way. But my father had grabbed my leg and pulled me back. "Somebody help me!" I screamed. That only made my father more contemptuous. He grabbed my hair and once again pulled me up so that he was strangling me again. This time is was the last. I couldn't breath a single bit of air. I closed my eyes tight and tried to think that maybe this was it. I was going to die right here. "Put her down!" My eyes burst open and I saw the two boys standing with caution and they both held wands in their hands. "Who the hell are you? Samantha's escape artists? What the hell are you doing here?" My dad yelled. His breath smelled so highly of alcohol that I couldn't gotten drunk just smelling it. "Ron think of something! He's going to kill her!" The dark haired one yelled. "I don't know what to say, what if I hit her?" Ron yelled. I could feel my lungs start to hurt from the lack of air. "What the hell are you two talking about over there?!" My father yelled at them. "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra, Harry." Ron yelled. Harry snatched Ron's wand "No Ron that will kill him!" Harry yelled. Then Harry looked at my father and the arm that was tightening around my neck every second. "Sir can you please put her down? We need to take her with us!" Harry yelled from where he was standing. "Who the hell are you to tell me to put her down?! She is my daughter, I can do whatever the hell I please with her!" My father yelled in my ear. Harry straightened his back and looked at me. I was gasping for air and couldn't hold much longer. "Samantha, I'm going to help you but you need to get yourself free!" He said and I would've nodded my head but that seemed impossible. Harry started counting to three.

"okay, here we go. 1.…" I was having the up most difficulties figuring out a way to break free from my father's clutches. "2.…" I was struggling and losing everything that helped me live. I was swinging my legs wildly and couldn't feel them whatsoever. "3!" Harry yelled and I swung my leg back and kicked my father in his privates and he dropped me to the ground and Harry yelled "Crucio!" and a shot of light flew from his wand and hit my father in the chest and he tumbled over in pain. I saw my father shake on the ground that night. I stared at him and was gasping for air but couldn't breath. I was starting to lose my eyesight. Black was clouding my vision and my whole body starting going numb. I tried to use my arms to hold myself up but they gave underneath me and I fell flat on the ground. I felt Harry pick me up and carry to a loud machine. It made lots of noise, all I could remember after that, was flying.