A.N./ once again, sadly I own nothing but Danelyn; and any other O.C.'s all familiar characters and such, are the property of J.K. Rowling. Once again please R&R.

The next morning Danelyn was awaken with a start as her "brothers" began viciously kicking her sleeping bag. The poor girl, groaned and rolled out of the bag, and climbed painfully into a standing position. She glared straight at the largest of her filthy "brothers" as though to question what his motives were. The boy quickly looked away and said quite timidly "Papa is looking for you". Danelyn sighed, and quickly left to go find Mr. Felch. She was vaguely aware of all the other foster children poking their dirty, nasty faces outta of the tent and whispering excitedly to one another, as they all knew that it was never a good sign when Mr. Felch wanted to see one of the children

Mr. Felch was a rather burly and, dirty man. He worked late hours and often went away on business. Most importantly, Mr. Felch hated children. He hated the smell of a child, the sound of their laughter, the brightness in their eyes when one of them smiled. It absolutely disgusted him to be within twenty feet of a child. That was why, although the Felch's house was quite large, about 6 bedrooms or so, he had sent the children to live out in a small tent in the backyard so he never had to deal with them.

All of the children knew to stay clear of Mr. Felch. Although no one knew exactly what it was he did for a living, they did however, know that when he arrived home from a business trip, he was always very cross. If there was one good thing about children in Mr. Felch's eyes, it was the thrill of beating one. Danelyn, being as quiet and awkward as she was, was Mr. Felch's favorite target. Nothing pleased him more than seeing bruises appear on her to light ivory skin, or yank on her long curly hair. But, his favorite part of all was the look in her golden green eyes, when he knew he had broken her.

As she cautiously entered the house, she glanced quickly at the clock. She felt a little flutter of excitement as she saw that it read 11:55, she knew that within the next 5 minutes her family, she felt a small thrill at the word, would be arriving to save her from the hell-hole she now called "home".

"where are you, you little twerp?", Mr. Felch's voice tore Danelyn from her thoughts, and she quickly entered the foyer, where sure enough, he was waiting for her.

"About God damned time, you showed your disgusting face", he snarled walking toward her, and grabbing tightly onto her hair and tugging it hard. This happened to Danelyn about every other day. He would call for her, and begin pulling her hair and beating her with anything he could get his hands on. Today would be a bright purple umbrella.

As he beat her he would always shout out things such as, "that hurts don't it bitch", or "you stupid little mute, I could kill you and no one would ever know the difference". That was the funny thing about all of Danelyn's foster homes, they always assumed she was mute, simply because she was to disgusted with her surroundings to feel the need to stoop to their level by conversing with them.

Today's beating was just the same as every other, except that today, Danelyn had to try extra hard not to glare at the man currently attacking her dirty hair. She knew that if she were to turn her full burning gaze on him it was quite possible that he would drop dead on the spot.

That was why Danelyn was never welcome in any home for long. Strange things were always happening when she was mad, resulting in many deaths that although she knew were her fault, she could really care less about. She knew that as much as she wanted to she couldn't let herself in any way, intentional or not, harm this disgusting creature. She didn't want to risk her aunt and uncle leaving her here once they realized what she really was and the unyielding powers she possessed.

As if by a miracle, just as Mr. Felch had pulled her hair so hard she nearly cried out, the doorbell sounded. Danelyn felt a surge of release as she was brutally shoved to the floor, as Mr. Felch went to open the door.

Danelyn swiftly stood up on proceeded to attempt to make herself look decent. Which, to say it was a challenge would be quite the understatement. Still, she straightened out her to big dress and tried to tame her wild hair, to hide the patches that she could feel bleeding from where Mr. Felch had ripped her hair clean out, as well as hiding the bald patches from her previous beatings.

Once she decided that she was as good as she could possibly make herself she gracefully entered the entry way to meet her fate. As she entered the room she noticed the rather peculiar family of bleach blondes standing in the door way. The man was tall and slender, with long blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail. The woman was tall and had dark brown incorporated into her hair, and was in Danelyn's opinion, by far the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. Standing near his parents was a boy who appeared to be around the same age as Danelyn. He had blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Danelyn found herself to be rather embarrassed by her disheveled appearance. She knew that she must look like a beggar child next to the family.

The woman was first to speak, "and who may you be?"

Danelyn flushed feverishly, "D-Danelyn Riley Riddle Ma'am".

There was a small gasp from Mr. Felch upon hearing Danelyn's voice for the first time. Danelyn herself was a little surprised that after not talking for so long she still remembered how.

"Very well", said the woman, "I am your aunt Naricissa, and this is your uncle Lucious, and cousin Draco".

"How do you do?", Danelyn asked politely to her new found family.

"Draco dear, would you please help this pitiful girl find the rest of her belongings, being near all these muggles is making me ill", Narcissa said fanning herself dramatically with her hand.

"This is all I've got", Danelyn said shyly indicating the filthy dress she was wearing.

"very well then" Narcissa said, turning on her heel and walking out the door to the shiny black town car parked out front. Danelyn hurried behind quickly so as not to be left behind.

As she sat in the back next to her cousin, who's name she couldn't remember for the life of her, she looked out the window at the scenery passing by as they drove to a safe place to 'aparate' as her cousin had whispered to her. Although she hadn't the faintest clue what it meant to 'aparate' she was relieved to be leaving the nasty Felch's behind.

As they traveled further and not one warm word or smile was given towards her, Danelyn realized with a start, that this was not the family she had ordered, and wondered if she would be just as miserable with them as she had been her whole life so far.