"Why did you leave me with such a curse father?" I whispered into the cold winter's night, "This gift you think you left me has caused nothing but pain upon me. Please I beg of you, if you still watch over your daughter, take it away from me!"

She sobbed quietly into the wee hours of the night. Finally cold and tired she decided that it was best that she go downstairs and go to sleep. Though now she had all the time on her hands she still felt that she best go to sleep now. The emotional roller coaster today had been quite difficult to handle. As she stepped down the last of the ladders stairs, she bumped into somebody. She fell down and felt her hand be scraped on the rocks that the owls sometimes pecked off.

"I'm so sorry," she hastily stated apologizing for not watching who was coming and going, "It was all my fault, please excuse me. I did not know that people still came up here this late at night."

She quickly got up and helped whoever it was to his feet.

"That is alright I was in a rush," the man's voice was soft but yet angered that he was delayed by me.

"Well I'm sorry," I whispered awkwardly, "My name's Kilyn by the way. Who are you?"

His head snapped up and his hood fell down, to reveal the greasy black haired kid Severus Snape. I jumped back removing my hand from his arm. This kid had always loathed me; I was everything he wasn't just like James was. This kid; who was an expert at the Dark Arts, but who cursed me every time he saw me walking down the hallways.

"Snape!" I hissed backing away instantly going for my wand.

I looked for it and remembered that I had not grabbed it this morning. I was so distressed over my vision that I had run to Dumbledore first, and had not been back to the dorm since. He saw that I didn't have my wand, and he smiled deviously.

"Well are we with out a weapon?" he asked his voice slick and sly, "The great hero Kilyn without her wand? Why now would she not have her wand? Oh yes cause she ran straight to Dumbledore and didn't bother going back to the dorm. Now isn't that right?"

My eyes widened, how did he know? Was he now stalking me for some evil plot to get revenge on me? I walked a little away from him trying to get a better shot for the only way I could actually run.

"So it doesn't matter or concern you so don't fret," I said taking a few more steps away from him, "So I bid you goodnight and you can curse me tomorrow if you want. I'm to tired right now."

He grabbed my arm and pushed me agianst the wall, causing me to hit my head. I felt weak and could feel my strength giving out. Damn you Snape! I cursed him for all he was worth. He muttered an incantation and I was stuck to the wall. I tried to move but knew he had put a sticky spell on me. He came up and began punching me, everywhere he could. He kicked me and he even took a knife and slashed at me. If he thought that I would scream for him. He was sorely mistaken, if I did not scream when Voldemort tortured. Me what makes him think I would for him?

"Well this had better teach you to be a little more nicer to me from now on," he whispered right nex to my ear, "If you tell anyone, then guess what. I'll do this to some first year little girl, and not end till you know what."

My eyes widened and I sighed. I knew that I had to agree to it. So I nodded and felt my body fall to the ground. I lay their till I heard him walk away. I fell asleep their, and I knew that I would probably be found by some first year girl.