I woke up violently. I was wet and ice cold. My hair was plastered to my forehead and I spluttered, coughing up water. I opened my eyes and saw that Vincent was standing above me, with an empty bucket in his hands. He grinned evilly. I shot up and grabbed my blanket, trying to get away as quickly as possible. However they wouldn't let me. Two fifth years took my arms and hold them on my back, while Vincent, who I often gave help with his Charms homework, came towards me threateningly. I closed my eyes for what was coming.

An hour later everyone was gone and I sat in the Common Room by myself. I was fighting my tears. 'Those bloody bastards.' I whispered. After a few minutes I left and went to the Infirmary. Madam Pomfrey doesn't ask questions. However she did gasp. 'What in Merlin's name did you do, dear!' Before waiting for an answer she hurried me to a bed. She gave me a pink colored potion and then began tracing my jaw line with her wand. When that was done, she asked if I felt pain someplace else. 'My ribs.' I told her. I pulled my shirt above my head and I showed her the purple bruises. 'Oh girl.' she said and she began seeking a potion for that too. After a few seconds she gave me a red leaf and asked me to chew on it. It tasted bitter. That will heal you ribs, but I can't do much about that cut above your eyebrow anymore. Don't worry. It will probably be gone by the end of the week, since it's nothing serious. I nodded and was about to leave, when she said; 'Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? It will be confidential.' I shook my head and left.

I went to the Great Hall, because I refused to let them think I had given up. I felt those three Gryffindors watching me, but I ignored them as I made my way to the Slytherin table. I walked to the end and I almost reached it when people began to notice me. They watched me making my way to my seat and I felt naked, horribly aware of the cut that was still above my left eyebrow, but I held my head high and tried to look firm.

I ate my breakfast, which was harder then done than said, because my lips still felt bruised. The Royal Slytherins were still sitting when I stood up again. I walked by, almost tripped over someone's purposefully stuck out foot and walked out of the Hall, ignoring Draco's stare. However the Whatever Trio followed me. 'Are you okay?' was the first thing Granger asked me, when I was in ears reach. 'Yeah, I'm fine.' 'Did they beat you?' I acted surprised. 'What? No! Why would you think that?' They eyed my eyebrow. 'Oh that. It's nothing, I just dropped my book.' Weasley left his dead-glare and said skeptical; 'On your head?' I shrugged sheepishly and said 'I keep my books on top of a shelf above my bed. I was putting a book away, but it fell.' I was quite satisfied with my own lie. People always expect you to give a very careful lie, without too much detail. If you give them a lie that is full of details they'll believe you. You should try it.

They seemed convinced but that Potter boy then asked; 'So? What did they do to you?' I shrugged. 'Nothing too horrible. They mostly ignored me, sometimes they glare a bit, but nothing I can't handle.' I said smiling. They smiled back and then said goodbye, hurrying to wherever they were mend to go. My smile soured and I turned towards the grand staircase. It was far from true what I said. I was put in a ban.

Every Slytherin was allowed to kick me, hit me, yell at me. No one could help me or be kind to me. The last time it happened the boy left Hogwarts in two weeks. It was horrible.

I went for the library. I was determined not to led Draco win. I would have to hide for the rest of the year. Only go back to the Common Room when there is no way there is still someone there. Maybe sleep in a closet somewhere. I could get my clothes in class time when there are no or at least not many students. In the library I picked a random book, sat down and stared down at the letters, without really reading them. I was planning. It was a shame that it was weekend (that I would ever think something like that!), because people stayed up for hours and the Common Room was always crowded. I would be forced to stay out of there until I was sure that every one was sleeping. I sighed and was glad I had my book bag with me. I could at least try to get some homework done.

My watch told me it was one in the morning. People were probably still awake. I groaned and tried to sit a bit more comfortable. I sat in the broom closet at the sixth floor. There were so much spiders-webs I was sure that Filch never used this one. I cleaned it a bit with my wand and then sat down against the wall. I borrowed a good pile of books from the library, so I had enough to do. Then I heard something outside the door. 'Nox.' I whispered, still not being able to do nonverbal spells. I listened intently, but whatever it was it was gone again. I sighed and lid up my wand again. Then I heard another noise. I put out my wand again and crawled to the door. I heard nothing. Then, when I thought that I imagined the whole thing I heard it again. It was a whispering noise of people talking quietly. I opened the door a little and peeked outside. I saw nothing but absolute dark. I strained my eyes and then could figure out the contours of two people. I could barely hear what they said, but I clearly understood a few words. 'Potter', 'Murder' and 'Dark Lord'.

I tried to close the door without alarming them, but the door was old and not oiled in a long time. The two people's heads shot my way. I hold still. I prayed to Merlin that they wouldn't see me. After a few nerve wrecking seconds they decided they heard a mouse of some sort and looked at each-other again. However they didn't trust it completely anymore and walked away. I could see them turn the corner and they were gone. I closed the door and sat back against the wall. I released my breath and stared in the darkness for a few minutes. Then I picked up my book again and whispered; 'Lumos.'.

It was six a 'clock in the morning when I sneaked in the Common Room. A few fifth, sixth and seventh years were sleeping on the couch or on the floor. The room was a mess. Everywhere were empty bottles of Firewhiskey and half smoked cigarettes. I tried to be as silent as possible, while I walked up to my Dormitory. I saw that someone splashed my bed with water, but it didn't matter. I wasn't sleeping here anymore. I looked around the Dormitory and my eyes landed on Anne's bed. My best friend.

She was transferred to Australia. She wouldn't be back till Christmas, but I missed her. Her flashing smile and tinkling eyes, but also our deep conversations and our light talks, that went about absolutely nothing. I needed her so much right now and I longed for the day she would return. But I also dreaded that day, because I knew she would feel sorry for me, but wouldn't stand in Draco's way. She couldn't afford it, since her family didn't had the best social status. No she wouldn't stand on my side.

I felt a tear slip my eye and quickly moved my trunk. I opened with my password (thank Merlin they didn't knew my password, because otherwise all my stuff would be gone) and grabbed my most important stuff. Toiletries a clean uniform and a fresh robe. I stuffed them in my bag and sealed my trunk again. It would be sort of safe here. I slipped back downstairs and was about to leave the Common Room when someone said; 'Mmh? Who's there?' I froze when a head stuck out above the back of the couch. It was that fifth year, James. He used to have crush on me, but he happily helped the others beat me up. His eyes grew wide when he saw me. 'IT'S HER!' he yelled. 'SHE'S HERE!' I spun around and left the Common Room as fast as my feet could bring me. Before the walls closed behind me, I could just make out Vincent's voice murmuring; 'What? Where?'

I went for the library again, hoping for it to be open. It wasn't. The sign told me it wouldn't be open till eight a 'clock and I cursed. I looked around and went for the Prefects bathroom. I wasn't a Prefect, but I knew the password. Anne was a prefect. I shut the door and locked it. I wasn't feeling like a bath, so I instead just sat down. I felt so tired. I had barely slept whole night. It was ten a 'clock when I woke up, from someone bouncing on the door. 'Hey, there are others who want to take a bath too, you know!'

I jumped up and opened the door. 'I'm so sorry!' I said. 'I fell asleep and...' My eyes widened. 'Yóú are a Prefect?' I asked, the boy with blazing red hair and blue eyes. Weasley grunted. 'No I'm Headboy.' I snorted. 'Really?' I said, trying to keep my face straight, but failing horribly. His ears turned red and I laughed out loud. 'Well then the next Headmaster will be Hagrid, don't you think?' I said, trying to control my laughter.

He spurted past me and dropped his bag. He looked back at me, who was standing in the doorway, still smiling. 'Do you mind? I want to take a bath!' I jumped up and said; 'Oh yeah, of course. Sure.' I walked to the wall where my bag was still laying and picked it up. 'I know you lied by the way.' I cocked my head, watching him. 'You have to be a bit more precise you know.' I said, smirking. 'They did hit you.' He said. My smile froze on my lips. 'How did you know?' I hissed. 'I didn't, I only assumed and you just confirmed my assumption.' I raised my eyebrows surprised. I fell for the oldest trick in the book. 'Very Slytherin of you Weasley.' I complimented him. He just narrowed his eyes. 'So you don't deny it?' I threw my head back and laughed. 'What's the point?' I asked him. 'I just confirmed it and everything I'll say now to deny it, will only make your idea stronger, so I'll just leave it.' He looked at his feet. For a moment nobody said a thing, but then he sighed and said 'So you sleep here or something?' I shrugged. 'When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Then you throw the lemonade in the face of the one who gave you the lemons, until you get the oranges you originally asked for.' He nodded. I walked to the door and stepped outside, closing it behind me. I sighed and went for breakfast. This would be a long day.


That about making lemonade and then throw it someones face; It's an old buffy quote XD

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