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Chapter 3

Samara did not go directly to the girls dormitory she wasn't tired and...well, she didn't know where to girl's dormitory was. Samara read her book and sighed once it was over. It was such a wonderful and Samara almost felt sad that it had ended. The book she was reading was called The Phantom of the Opera, oh, how Samara adored the forbidden love story. Christine, the lovely talented singer was being called by, the mysterious Phantom. It was a wonderful tale that was extremely dramatic. Samara remembered watching the play on television one day...boy, had she got into a lot of trouble over that.

"You know, most students are in bed."

Samara turned and saw another blond haired Slytherin facing her.

"Yes, and that explains why you are down here then." she said coldly.

"Well, I could not sleep."

"That makes too of us then." she said closing her book. "That and I don't know which dormitory is mine."

"Well the boy's rooms are over there, so yours are over there." he said pointing to a door that was on the other end of the common room.

"Thank you." she said sitting farther back into her seat.

"What is your name?"

Samara sighed, this conversation was going to go in the same direction as pretty boy's did.

"Samara Bailey...but I don't see why it is any of your business."

"True it isn't, but everyone else in this house is so full of themselves. All that crap about being pureblooded or muggleborn."

"And where are you, muggleborn or pureblood?" Samara asked raising her eyebrow once again.

"Well technically I'm a pureblood, but both my parents are dead so I guess that makes me a muggleborn cause I live with my uncle and brother. He's a wizard too."

"Fascinating." Samara said dryly. "Well, seeing as it is appropriate, what is your name?"

The boy sighed and rubbed his head uncomfortably. "MY name is Ashley Blake." he said turning a bright shade of pink.

"Hmmm...I like it," Samara said opening her book and starting all over again, "it's different...so is Draco but he's an arrogant arse hole."

The blond haired Ashley laughed and nodded. "I think I'll have fun in this house after all." he said smiling at her.

Samara made her eyes go heavenward but smiled to give her new friend some type of satisfaction. Maybe she would have fun at Hogwarts after all, but knowing her life it would be gone as quickly as it came.

When morning came Samara found herself still on the sofa and very tired. She must of passed out on the couch while talking to that Ashley guy. Just as Samara was about to change she also noticed that she was very late, breakfast was over now and she had Potion's first period!

"Damn it!" she jumped from the couch ran up the stairs to grab her sachel and out of the common room to the Potion's Classroom.

The only problem was Samara had no clue where it was because she did not follow the Slytherin Prefect to class.

Samara ran out of the Dungeon and just as she was about to go into the Great Hall her body collided into another.

"OW!" she heard a yelp as she fell forward and on top of whoever it was.

"Ouch...sorry." she said trying to get up.

When her face met the boy she toppled onto her body froze. She had ran and collapsed on the raven haired kid she had saw in the Great Hall during the sorting.

"That's okay" he said shifting her body and trying to get up. "Here let me help you."

Samara nodded still red in the face and felt as his hand took hers and helped her to her feet.

"I'm Harry by the way, Harry Potter."

"I'm...I'm," for a minute Samara had to stop and think about her name, "oh, I'm Samara Bailey."

"Pretty name." he said smiling at her.

"Uh- thanks...I like your name too..." she said feeling like a moron. Good job, Samara! I like your name too? Merlin that was dumb!

"Thanks...um- your a Slytherin?"

Here it comes.

"You have to be the nicest one I have met, but Potions is the other way if my map is right. Breakfast is over so you might want to come with me."

Samara could resist she smiled widely at Harry.

"Okay...Harry." she said feeling like his name was dancing around her stomach.

"Do you want me to call you Samara or do you have a nickname I could call you?" Harry asked picking up her bag and handing it to her.

Samara took it from him gratefully and smiled. "Thank you...um-I guess you can call me either Sam or Sammy?" she said following Harry back down to the Dungeons.

"I like Sammy, I think it suites you better then Samara...Samara isn't as happy as Sammy."

"I'm not a very happy person." Samara said sadly.

"Well, I think you are nice...maybe you should hang out with me and my friends! We'll see how unhappy you can be when you are hanging out with two happy go lucky morons."

Samara laughed and sighed. "Yes, that should be interesting." Oh, yes...today would be very interesting.

The Potions room was colder then the Dungeons themselves and as a chill made her body quiver she looked around to see if there was an empty seat next to anyone she thought would not bother her.

"Samara...sit next to me!"

Quickly her head whipped around and she saw that Ashley was bading her to come over. Samara took in a deep breath and decided that it was better then sitting next to Malfoy or any of his fans.

"Hi Ashley." she said sitting on the bench next to him.

"I take it you slept in a bit?" he asked moving his cauldron over so she would have room to set her potions books down as well as her ingrediants.

"What do you think?" Samara grumbled using her hand as a head rest.

It felt like their Professor was going to take forever to get to class and as the minutes went by Samara found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. The sound of a cauldron bubblin was in her ear and the room was already dimly lit with torches so this was the perfect place to have a power nap even with the below zero temperature. Samara tried one more time to keep her eyes open but failed miserably and her head slumped on her desk as she slipped into her usual nightmaric dreams.

Her father would not led up with the belt and it also didn't help that he was drunker then all Hell. Samara knew she deserved it though, it was her fault the cookie jar had broken. Her stupid powers knew she wanted a biscuit and could not wait until after dad went to bed for her to get one. She would have to learn to stop wanting food before the time her dad passed out on the couch. Samara just hoped it wouldn't go as far as him stripping her naked again. The last time Samara could not bare to look at her father again.

"You.WACK.Will.WACK.NEVER.WACK.Steal from me.WACK WACK WACK.AGAIN!"

Samara could feel her skin become raw and was sure her skin would tear under the next blow.

"Do you understand?"

Samara could not speak and she tried her hardest to nod.

"Answer me!"

"Y-yes." she croaked.

"Why did you get beat?" he asked enjoying her pain.

"Because...I...stole a cookie...from you..."

"Are you going to do it again?"

Snape could not believe that his own Slytherin student had fallen asleep in HIS class! He walked over to Samara and placed his hand on her shoulder giving it a rough shake.

"NO!" Samara's eyes opened and instantly swelled with fearful tears. When Snape pulled his hand away he watched as Samara covered her face in defense.

"NO...I WON'T STEAL AGAIN DAD...I'M SORRY!"

Quickly Snape pulled away and as if it was dejavu he knew exactly why Samara had reacted in such an awful way to his touch. Samara was abused...and from what he could tell in the most evil way.

"Ms. Bailey...Ms.Bailey!" Snape said trying to break her from her dream. Samara was awake and yet far from awake.

When Samara finally came back into tune with reality, she was completely mortified.

"Ms. Bailey, you will stay after class so we can discuss your punishment." Snape sighed in somewhat of a disgusted manner.

Another child, another child that was to be hurt because of their damn parents. Snape wasn't sure but he knew that Samara had been abused more then physically but he could tell by her hostility that she had been abused sexually. Merlin he actually prayed that he was wrong, nothing was worse then knowing you are nothing more then an object to the man you are to call father. And no one knew the feeling better then Severus himself.

Here's Chapter 3 and I know it is a little more dramatic then the others but I think it will pull Severus in! Please Read and Review!!