(( Okie doke, so this chapter will be focusing a lot more on Lilia and her home life which is obviously non magical :P seeing as her father is a totally crazed Muggle _ . This means of course it will deviate much farther in feeling from the original Harry Potter feel and the way things go on at Hogwarts J I hope you can open your mind up to that and enjoy the chapter for what it is ^^ Please let me know what you think :D I love getting reviews! :D Enjoy! ))

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"Piss off," she snarled as he came close to her.

It had been a little over a month since Lilia had returned home from Hogwarts and things most definitely had not changed.

The moment she'd come home, he'd managed to steal her wand from her and keep it away from her, knowing it posed an enormous threat to him if he allowed for her to keep it on her person while she stayed at home.

Alex Gunner was no average muggle though. He was a doctor. A man who reasoned by science, not magic or unexplained phenomenon. He believed there was a reason for everything and oh how he hated not knowing how Lilia possessed the power she did. Power he did not have or control.

Unfortunately, as a doctor, he knew more than the average muggle when it came to certain topics and used those knowledge's to his advantage in order to try and gain control over Lilia or try to understand why she had the power he didn't. It drove him mad sometimes, and at other times he admired the energy and power she had. But most of the time he used it against her… to hurt her.

And the more he hurt her, the more she despised him and wanted to see him rot in hell. A very close knit family…

"Pig! Get the bloody hell away from me!" Lilia screamed as he grabbed her by the waist and picked up the screaming and kicking child. "Let go of me!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his back.

Alex Gunner winced, but bore the brunt of her tantrum and strapped her down to a chair he had in the kitchen, then smirked, setting a meal down in front of her and spooned some up. He then smirked wickedly and held the spoon to her mouth. "Open up, dear," he said cruelly. "If you want to act like an animal around me, I'll gladly treat you like one," he whispered into her ear, pressing the spoon to her lips.

She glared furiously at him and spat the food out at him viciously, her eyes full of hatred for the man who stood before her. "You fucking lecher, get the hell away from me," she snarled viciously, acid practically dripping from her mouth as she spoke to her father.

Alex chuckled and stood. "You want to hungry again?"

"I would gladly rather starve than eat the poison you prepare for me," she spat.

He grinned darkly and shrugged, tilting the chair back and leaning close to her, smirking.

She felt her blood boil with rage, her father thinking he could get so close to her and get away with it so easily. She spat right into his face nastily, grinding her teeth as she looked at him.

He glared and wiped the spit away, then smirked, his eyes roaming a little lower along her body.

She felt her cheeks flare in fury as well as shame as he reached out, running a hand up her stomach, stopping just beneath her breasts which for some accursed reason chose this summer to appear, forming into at least a B-cup, much to Alex Gunner's delight. "Hmmm… you look delightful all tied down like this, dear…" he purred lecherously, his eyes darkening as he looked at her.

She screamed in outrage and flung herself around wildly, doing whatever she could to get out of her binds. But failing.

She knew what was coming. He would hurt her again. Again and again until she could barely see straight anymore. And he did; starting with a vicious slap to the face, then taking her from the straps and beating her literally to the floor.

Not once did she cry or scream for him to stop. She refused to satisfy him with her begs for mercy. She would take anything he dealt with a heartbreakingly empty expression.

"Stop me!" he shouted at her, backhanding her across the face once more as he picked her up by her hair, looking at her furiously. "Where's your filthy magic now, you freak?" he snarled into her ear. When there was no response he smirked. "Silent, huh?" he taunted, suddenly sliding a hand under her shirt without warning, reaching her bra.

She gasped and shoved him away suddenly, prying his hand off her and bit his finger mercilessly until he hit her hard enough over the head she was essentially forced to let go.

She scrambled to her feet and ran towards the door, her father managing to grab her from behind and laughing cruelly. "You think you can outrun me, darling?" he snarled, trying to tug her shirt up again, knowing it was one thing she would NOT be silent to.

She screamed angrily and turned around, clawing him in the face viciously and scrambled up the stairs, almost making it into her room when she felt a heavy weight crash into her side and pin her down on her bedroom floor. She looked up in alarm as her father straddled her with relative ease, obviously stronger than her physically as well as being faster and bigger. "Get off!" she screamed at him in fear and outrage. She would torture him with the Cruciatus curse as soon as she got a hold of her wand, then have him murder himself slowly and painfully if she ever got the chance.

He sneered in her face. "What's the matter, love? Don't like me touching you?" he asked tauntingly as he reached for her pants, undoing the top button.

She shook her head furiously, trying to get him off, prying his hands away which she was failing miserably at. He managed to get her pants undone and grasped them, just about to tug them off.

"Get off!" she screamed, a burst of energy throwing him off before he could do much else to her.

Mr. Gunner ended up at the end of the corridor, hitting his head on the wall behind him roughly. He glared furiously at her, but stopped before he could try to attack her or assault his daughter again. What he saw was absolutely brilliant.

She was seated on the floor, her legs sprawled out limply in front of her where they had been when she'd been pinned down by him. Her arms lay limply by her sides, and her eyes stared ahead, unfocused. It was extremely unnerving and sent a chill up his spine, as if she was some lifeless doll seating upon her own floor. He wondered if he'd provoked her too far this time.

One of her notebooks from school was circling her head, along with the only teddy bear she had, and a few other knick nacks from her bedroom. They moved so slowly, and she seemed unaware of their presence as much as his. It just felt wrong.

He reached out to touch her again, hesitating a moment before he touched her and when nothing happened, he grasped her arm.

The toys and things circling Lilia's head suddenly stopped and dropped to the floor around her, her eyes widening. She then looked up at her father wide eyed, fear in her gaze.

He looked at her as well and then grinned wickedly. "Fascinating…" he murmured before closing her bedroom door and locking it from the outside.

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She sat in her room, trembling faintly upon her bed. 'A bath… I just want a bath and to be left alone…' she thought to herself.

Lilia's green eyes watched the crack beneath her door as he father passed by again.

It had been two weeks since the incident. The near assault incident. He'd pretty much left her alone, but he'd also not let her leave since then. He'd beaten her so badly that bruises were all over her body and her muscles would go into spasms on their own, like they had just done now, her body still trembling from the effects.

She found herself wondering what Snape would do if he could see the torture she had gone through this summer. Being nearly strangled by her father, her powers tested to their bloody limits for her father's own enjoyment and tests. The near drowning, the beatings, the vicious things he told her afterwards or during. And through all of it, she had never shed a tear. She'd even smirked at him a few times, the sight of her grinning in such a hateful way at him sending chills up his spine every time she did it, pure wicked thoughts running through her head when she looked up at him from beneath her tangle of greasy black hair and bruised face.

He had nearly broken her this summer… and all Lilia could think was how intense her desire was to return at once to Hogwarts and escape the hell she had been living in. She supposed with only three more weeks, she could wait. If he hadn't killed her now or driven her to suicide by this point she knew he never would and so there was no reason to worry about that, though sometimes at night she welcomed the idea of just slipping away. And then she would remember him. Severus Snape. He was the only thought that kept her sane. The thought that there was someone out in the world who was concerned for her safety almost brought tears to her eyes, but they never came through. Sometimes they nearly did though. Not tears of sadness or fear, but relief; knowing that in three weeks she wouldn't have to put up with her fathers insufferable ways. He was all that kept her sane in this insane household.

She looked up when she heard someone unlocking the door and tensed when she saw her father. "Go away," she said through clenched teeth.

He glared at her. "Get up you filthy animal. You need a shower," he grumbled, standing at the door to her room and waiting for her to come out.

When she did, he walked her to the bathroom and closed the door after handing her a towel.

She looked at the door and glared, locking it immediately, undressing and getting in. The hot water was so incredible soothing on her skin that she almost forgot how horrible it would be again when she got out. No matter… he couldn't do much worse to her anyways.

When she finished washing off her body and hair, she stepped out and wiped away the fog on the mirror, almost exclaiming in fright at the sight she saw before her. She had been beaten nearly to a bloody pulp. It was no wonder her father hadn't come to see her for a week, only passing food through the door so she didn't somehow end up dying on him.

But she never ate it anyway, having stashed a bit of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in her room ages ago. She never trusted the food her father gave her. He'd laced it a few times with some form of narcotics and then performed god knew what sort of tests on her while she was half conscious. Since then, she would refuse to eat food he'd prepared unless she had made it herself under his watch whenever she was able to.

She looked at her reflection still, amazed she wasn't completely black and blue. She swallowed and reached up to touch the bruise forming on her cheek. She winced and then frowned, hating her father even more so for that moment. Mostly, because the first thought to enter her mind had been that she was glad Snape couldn't see her in such a dreadful state.

When she got dressed in fresh clothes, she opened the door, stepping out.

"Fill the tub up, love," her father called out. "I'd like a bath now," he said from one of the other rooms.

She glared at nothing in particular and turned back into the bathroom, starting the tap and putting the stopper in. She then looked over her shoulder and saw the empty hall. She reached for the hot water tap and turned it up to full blast, letting hot water fill up most of the tub. She then filled the rest with warm water so that it would be quite the shock for Alex Gunner when he got in for his bath.

She straightened up and brushed her hands against her pants, turning to go back to her room and gasped, seeing a hand grabbed her face and push her backwards. She felt a firm hand grab her hair and then bend her down forcefully and so suddenly she had no time to register what was happening until she felt the blast of horrifyingly hot water slap her right into the face without warning.

She opened her mouth under the water and shut her eyes tightly, screaming in pain, her arms flying around wildly above the water, then trying to push herself out of the tub while her father kept her head firmly in the tub, her face pressed against the bottom of it.

He gritted his teeth against the scalding hot water, crying out finally when his arm burned severely. "You little bitch!" he shouted. "You think you can scare me? You think you're smarter than me?" he shouted in outrage. "You think your mother died just like that?" he screeched, his eyes wild with anger as he watched her struggle under the water. He pulled her head up and she screamed in agony at the cold air hitting her severely pained face. "You think your mother just died by accident? She was driven mad by the thought of her daughter being a bloody freak!" he shouted, shoving her face back into the water mercilessly again, holding her down for a very long time. "Come on you freak! Breath! I know you can do it!" he shouted.

Just when Lilia threatened to lose consciousness, her lungs aching severely she did it. She used an immense amount of magic to not only spare herself but to hurt Alex as well. The water was just suddenly… not there, but above them, each individual droplet very much visible to Alex who kneeled right beneath it all. And then it had fallen upon him, scalding him as well in a moment, causing him to scream in outrage as well as pain from the shock of the hot water. She had tricked him! He would have knocked her out himself if it weren't for what he already knew was happening to her.

Hhe'd forced her to do magic without her wand, and it was marvellous to watch her body suddenly begin to convulse against her will at the immense power it took to do such a spell without the use of a wand.

Lilia could feel herself slipping away as her body tensed and convulsed on the bathroom floor, finally falling unconscious against her will as she looked up at the wicked gaze of her cruel father.

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She applied the aloe lotion to her face, wincing when it touched her sore skin. Her face, arms and shoulders had been scalded by the hot water when she awoke a few minutes prior. She'd felt relief with her cheek on the cold wet floor, her father nowhere in sight, but the rest of her ached. Her father had tried to drown her again, but this time as punishment it seemed for trying to fill his bath with hot water. Or perhaps he'd already planned on doing it to her to begin with. Either way, it had been done, but she'd burned him with the water as well. Even if he had only been scalded for a moment, she still felt satisfaction at getting him with it somehow.

She sighed, looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Her skin was not only bruised and cut up now, but red from the hot water she'd nearly been drowned in. She glared at her reflection, knowing there was still two more weeks of hell that she was going to go through before she could return to school and be safe from her father yet again. Two more weeks until she could see Snape again. She only hoped her wounds and bruises would have faded by then so Snape wouldn't secretly fuss over her. Not that she thought he ever would, but just the thought of him seeing her all banged up repulsed her. It made her feel weak in front of him; helpless… and she didn't want to be seen by him as weak.

She sighed, climbing into her bed and pulled up the covers to her neck, looking around at her empty room.

She wished her mother could somehow come back and just help her get away. She missed her dearly… but knew there was no hope. She had gone a long time ago and Lilia was left on her own to fend off her father's threatening and dangerous ways by herself.

The only thought she had was that some day she might finally be free of all this torture and be able to get away from the monster she called her father for good. Either way, that was a fantasy of the distant future and for the time being, Lilia had to keep herself strong and get through the next two weeks before she could be allowed to return to school to finally get away from Alex Gunner for another ten months.

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(( Alrighty! I will admit that chapter was a BIT bumpy to get through but again, Lilia's father IS very all over the place, being torturous one moment and then fascinated and intrigued the next, plus he's a muggle AND a doctor! Magic essentially doesn't exist in this guys mind so he;s just totally cruel and insane when it comes to Lilia :S SO keep that in mind whenever he's brought up J I hope you guys liked the way you get to see more into Lilia's home life in this chapter. A bit rough, no? xD Now you know why she hates people and doesn't trust anyone :P She really never got the chance to xD But anywho! PLEASE review and let me know what you thought of this chapter O_O I'm really not sure how people will have taken to this one so I would like to hear any opinions you have on it or the story as a whole J I like hearing from you all! It gives me more motivation to write :D ))