So I've been ill and sick over the last few days, so if I don't post up straight away, blame it on my immune system and Jack Frost, So I was walking around Asda writing this, bumped into a few people – apparently they don't like... wonder why that is?

So I promised a longer chapter than the last one so here you go. I own nothing except Blake, Cerin, the plot and Blake's family. Also I'm not too sure whether or not Narcissa is out of character here or not.

Anyway; the story.

Chapter 4

The train pulled into the station and Blake had to stop herself from shaking. She was in a compartment with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, friends of Cerin's. Blake was fine with Cerin and pansy however she and Draco were almost always at each other's throats, sometimes in a friendly way and sometimes not so much.

They all got up and walked to the platform, taking out their trunks or rucksack in Blake's case. She was a light packer, not that she had a choice. She looked to pansy and grinned, hugging her. "Have a good Christmas, try not to kill anyone."

"Now you have me all disappointed that I can't!" Pansy countered as she hugged the Gryffindor back.

Blake turned her attention to Draco, they looked at each other before Draco opened his arms, followed by Blake and for a split second they hugged, then just as fast as it came, the affection was gone. Blake looked away, fake coughing. "Malfoy."

Draco faked coughed and looked away also. "Knight."

Pansy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Will you two just admit you're friends?"

"We are not! Who'd want to be friends with Blondie here?"

"That's rich coming from you, bird brain!"

"I'll have you know ravens are intelligent birds. Hence 'ravenclaw' "

There was a cough behind Draco, the trio looked to see a tall man with long blonde hair standing with black robes on, and a woman with mostly blonde hair by had raven black hair on the top of her hair. "Draco, would you like to introduce your new friend to us?"

Draco suddenly became the perfect polite boy, which was scared of his father's views. "Of course father, this is Blake Corvus Knight. Blake, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy." Gesturing to the man. "And this is my mother Narcissa Malfoy née Black."

The woman had a slightly harsh gaze when she looked the girl, and Blake suddenly realised how scruffy she looked. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Malfoy. I wish we could've met sooner, but my..." There was a pause as the girl tried to get the word out.

"Blake! Blake what are you doing?!" A woman with auburn hair, high cheek bones with grey piercing eyes. "What have I told you, don't bother people." She walked with a stride straight over to the girl gripping tightly and harshly around the girl's arm.

The girl bit her lip as the screeching voice entered her ears, why did she have to become social? "S-sorry, m-mother." The girl stuttered, and the woman tightened her hold even more.

Blake hissed slightly and Narcissa stepped in quickly taking what seemed to be Blake's mother's attention from Blake. "Miss Knight, I'm so glad you agreed to visit us over the holiday. I'm sure Draco would love to show you his new presents."

Blake looked at her, before catching onto that Narcissa knew what was really going on. "If you insist Mrs. Malfoy." She plastered on a fake smile.

The auburn woman looked at the blonde and black woman, before scowling. "Come on girl. Your father is waiting in the car; we've wasted enough time here."

"I'll have Draco owl you tonight, miss knight." Narcissa spoke as Blake was dragged off.

She was dragged mercilessly to the kings cross car pack and thrown into the back of the car. "Mother please I-"

"What did we tell you girl, making friends?!" The woman hissed, glaring as a man with black hair and a 5 o'clock shadow drove. "It's a good thing you're not going back after the two weeks."

Blake's eyes widened, Hermione and Cerin... She had to go back.

The drive was a long silent one for Blake, the only noise was the woman rambling on and her father making "hmm" noises as he agreed with his wife.

They got to the house where Blake was roughly grabbed out of the car and dragged into the house, and up the stairs into the smallest room. The woman throws her onto the floor, and glared. "Stay here and if you move... I'll get your father."

With that the woman stalked from the room. It was hours until the man came in, shutting the door behind him. "So you need to be reminded your lessons" he slurred his words, he'd been drinking again. He unbuckled his belt. "You know the rules, no screaming, and no crying. No nothing. You take this, and maybe I'll spare your life."

"F-father plea-" He took the belt off and began to lash at the girl in different places all over her body, creating angry red welts. After twenty minutes he grabbed her by the shirt and threw her into a desk, the corner digging into her stomach, cutting into it.

"What did I say?! Not a sound!" He screamed at her before punching her repeatedly until she fell to the floor, kicking her whilst she's down. He grins manically as he watches tears fall from her eyes.

He leaves without another word, locking the door, making sure he wasn't going to come back she slowly and carefully gets up and limps to pick up the discarded items around the room.

This happened everyday up until Boxing Day, she'd received an invitation by Draco to meet that day, however she had to decline they couldn't see her, and she smelt awful.

She had bruises everywhere, she thought she may have a few broken ribs and something was defiantly wrong with her arm and leg.

Her father came in, reeking with the smell of alcohol and spoke. "What have we learnt?"

Without thinking she spoke, instantly regretting it. "That you're a sick fucker and I'm starving."

The man scowled and yelled. "HOW DARE YOU?! YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY SOMETHING DISRESPECTFUL TO ME?!" The belt was brought down on her and he began to kick and welt her with the buckle of his belt. She cried out and he threw her into the desk, making her head smash into the wood, she heard a few cracks and her head was stinging.

The man grew tired after a few more kicks to her ribs and face and retired to watch the TV downstairs and drink some more.

She looked at the ring on her right hand, she'd forgotten all about it; it seemed that it was glowing. She pulled her arm close to herself, whimpering as more tears came from the pain. "Cerin... Cerin help me... Please help me... Get... Get McGonagall and Pomfrey..."

A thought came to her and stood out quickly from the pain. 'I'm on my way.'

This seemed like eternity until Cerin appeared with a pop, followed by two more. The girl looked up with panic, a fresh batch of tears streaming down her face.

The two women gasped at the scene in front of them, turning their noses up as a horrible stench filled the room. The room was a mess, a bucket in the corner, most likely her toilet, shattered glass around the floor, a desk that was thrown on its side, a bed that looked like even I dog couldn't sleep on it, with no covers and blood stains on it, and the worst part, one of their favourite students crumpled into a heap in the ground with blood pooling around her.

Pomfrey got to work quickly, casting a feather weight charm on the girl, carefully picking her up only earning a few hisses from the girl. "Mr Wikes, seeing as you have elf apparition I want you to take us to the hospital wing. Minerva, I count on seeing you later on."

The black haired woman nodded softly, her gaze steeled over as she watched Cerin and poppy pop out of existence with a near unconscious Blake. She looked around to try and find anything of an importance to girl, seeing the rucksack the girl left with she picked the bag with ease, she then saw a parchment envelope on the bed. She picked it up and opened it as the seal was already cracked. She saw Narcissa's elegant hand writing in emerald green ink, inviting the girl to stay the week.

Minerva quickly looked around and put the envelope in a pocket and apperated to the gates of Hogwarts, casting a patronus to go to Narcissa. "Tell Narcissa, Blake is in Hogwarts in the hospital wing." With that the patronus of a tabby cat floated away to carry out its task.

Minerva moved swiftly and quickly up to the doors, slightly out of breath but not stopping until she reached the hospital wing.

"Poppy, what's the situation?"

Poppy looked ghastly as she finally finished wrapping bandages over the girl's ribs. "5 ribs cracked, her forearm is broken, her nose popped out of place, her shin broken and a moderate concussion. Other than that, untold amount of welts, bruises, cuts and scars." She looked at the other woman. "She's been starved 6 days straight, and only given water every so often."

"Have you got a rough idea of how long it's happened?"

Cerin spoke this time, he was staring at the girl's body. "Since she was young - she would run away and stay at my house... My mum... She tried to get child services but, they wouldn't listen..." He looked up at the two women. "We were inseparable when we were young... People used to think we were brother and sister... I tried to tell someone but she made me promise not to... I swore on an unbreakable vow not to... Unless someone saw it"

The women looked shocked but nodded "Mr. Wikes, it would be wise to return to your dorm, if there's any change, I'll inform you." Minerva spoke, taking a seat next to the bed.

"Yes, of course professor. Thank you and you also madam Pomfrey." He looked down "for helping my raven..." With that he took off out of the room.

"How did this happen...?" Poppy spoke softly, magicing potions into the girl's stomach. "Right under our noses..."