It was Brenda's fifth year. She was as determined as ever to have Jack D'Andrea fall in love with her. Brenda had had a crush on him since she her first year at Hogwarts.

Flashback

Brenda ate with vrocity. No one got in the way of Brenda and her food. Oliver knew that too well. He was the same way. On her left was a guy with brown hair and sea-green eyes. He appeared to somewhat be a loner. That alone attracted her.

"'Ello! Me name's Brenda Wood. Nice to meet ya!" she said in an overenthusiastic voice. He seemed to be surprised.

"Oh, hi. I'm Jack O' Connor. I'm a third year. New, right?"

"Yeah. You look good enough to ea' ! " Immediately, she let out a gasp and covered her mouth. " I sai' tha' ou' lou' didn' I?"

"Well, um...er, that's nice. Thanks. I guess you're sorta ...cute too? When you get older, I'm sure you'll find a nice bloke about your age." Brenda turned a beet red. She had screwed up so bloody badly. Stupid! Stupid! She definitely had to write Hermione as soon as she could. She just had to salvage it.

"You play quidditch?" she nervously asked.

"The bloody hell I do! I'm a Chaser." he had already forgotten what she had said before. Thank Merlin.

"Are you any good?"

"I think so..." He thought for a minute before saying anything else. "And you?"

"Bloody YES!" Apparently she had said that rather loudly as her whole table was staring at her. "Sorry!" she murmmered. Everyone turned their attention back to whatever they had been doing prior to her interuption.

"Yes, I play beater."

The rest of their conversation continued in the same fashion. Brenda was praising the saints that she had met a HOT bloke and already had connections to the Gryffindor team. Sure it would take a year, give or take, but she was certain that she would be successful in her conquest of Jack O' Connor.

End of Flashback

Alyssa Rose, though she adored her husband, was becoming disheartened with all the murders and lies her husband committed. She knew he was sleeping with her aunt, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, behind her back. The cruelest blow was when Bellatrix, although much older than herself, sired her husband's child. Her Tom. Her Tom. He began to beat her and raper her body and soul. Every night, she would cry herself to sleep and pray to Merlin that it was some sort of sick nightmare. Alyssa Rose had began to eat less and less. Her body became frail and thin. Large dark circles were ever present under her eyes. This unfortunately added to the complaints Tom would bombard her with each time they met. She would put on a glamour spell in order to hide all the bruises, cuts, and other unpleasant niceties she would receive.

Today, he would return from France. It had been a long time since she had gone on any vacation. Even before he opened the door, she knew he was there, ready to enter their bedroom.

"Get up you lazy bitch! Why on Earth did I marry you if you were only going to lay around, sleeping all day? Hmm." Alyssa Rose just stared at him blankly. "Cat got your tongue? Well, how's this for an answer?" He raised his wand and levitated her body, only to smash her head against the wall.

"Do you have an answer for me now?" Dry sobs could be heard from the husk of the vibrant woman who use to be. "I'll be back, bitch. Try to look decent."

She lay there, slumped against the wall, weighing her options. This could go on no longer. Neither of the children knew, nor did they need to know. Alyssa Rose needed a plan and somewhere where she'd be safe.