Chapter Two: Thrown Into Her World

"Harry, kiss me." Hermione whispered with Ron on a Common Room chair right there. Ron got up and went up to the library. He needed to get away from the Make-Out Couple for just a little while.

Once in the library, he found Sairae. He went over to her and decided to talk to her. He really hadn't done so since the train ride months before. He couldn't believe it was already Christmas time.

"Hey there." Ron said. Sairae nearly jumped out of her skin. "Whoa, sorry didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to say hi.

"Oh no I'm sorry. I'm just not used to anyone talking to me here. For some reason I'm still the new girl even though I've been here for four years." Sairae answered. She looked as if she had recently been crying. Ron felt bad for intruding on her if she was. He knows that girls like to cry to themselves, well at least Ginny and Hermione did.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, just to be sure.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I was just reading a sad part of a book. I'm very emotional when it comes to books. I love reading and it just has that effect on me." Sairae responded. She was lying of course. She was crying because she knew that in two days she had to spend a week with her stepfather. Luckily for her he was cutting it two weeks early because he had to go out of town for business. She could come back here for those two weeks.

"I'm glad you're okay. So how're things? Did you ever get your cat?" Ron asked remembering their conversation from the train and how she said that she wanted her step dad to send her a cat so she had a companion at school.

"Oh, no, I didn't." Sairae had just wanted to talk to him. She said anything that came to mind. Like the cat statement. She really did want a cat though.

"Well I hope you get one. I think you deserve it. Maybe you'll get it for Christmas." Ron sounded hopeful for her. She really did seem upset about something. Ron couldn't make out what though. He just kept talking to her until a few minutes until curfew when he walked back to Gryffindor tower by her side.

She arrived at King's Cross exactly at 6pm on the first day of vacation. She didn't want to be late or her week would be worse than it had to be. He met her there. All fake love and hugs.

"Oh sweetie, how was school?" Brandt asked her. He seemed like a doting stepfather when really he was an abusive rapist.

When they got home, Brandt threw off her clothes only to see that she had on her favorite underwear again. It was a blue thong that had ribbons up the back of it. She loved it and no one ever saw it. He got so pissed at her for that, that he threw her against the parlor wall.

"What did I tell you about wearing slut underwear?! I bet you're wearing them because you're sleeping with some boy up at that weirdo school of yours!" Brandt screamed at her as he came towards her with his pocket knife. He tore them off with it and cut her on purpose. There was blood from the cut everywhere.

"Now look at what you made me do! If you weren't such a slutty lying bitch, I wouldn't have to do this to you! You should be so lucky that your mother left you with me so that I could bring you up right with some discipline." Brandt said to her as he grabbed at her breasts. He squeezed rough enough to leave black and blue marks. She writhed in pain and he liked it. It made him feel he had the control. Sairae didn't know what to do other than think of Ron talking to her and she slid away from it all.

When Sairae came out of her trance Brandt had her up against the wall as he was beating into her. It hurt because she was so dry. She wanted to leave this place and never return. After she graduated she was going to find a way to stay away. Even if it meant doing something to get her placed in a hospital. She was going to stay away from him forever after graduation.

The week continued on the same way. Brandt took her whenever he felt like it. She also did her chores and everything so that it wouldn't be worse. By the time she got back on the train to go back to school for the remainder of vacation she was so battered that she was probably going to need the hospital wing for those last two weeks.

When she arrived back at school, she walked to the Common Room. There was no one in there to her relief because she would be embarrassed to be seen like this. She was bruised all over and had cuts all over her lip and her arms and other places that couldn't be seen. After throwing her stuff in her room, she came back to the Common Room to head to the Infirmary, but she was so lightheaded from the blood she lost that she just collapsed in the middle of the room right onto the floor.

That's how she was when Harry and Ron found her.

"Oh my god! She looks dead!" Harry exclaimed. He'd never seen anyone that covered in bruises and cuts before. It wasn't right. He'd seen a few bruises here and there on her, but he figured those were from being klutzy or something. Now he knew something else was up.

"Harry, something's wrong with her. I knew she seemed upset when I talked to her before vacation started, but I figured it was nothing big. This isn't right. We have to get her to the hospital wing." Ron suggested quickly. He picked her up. She was so cold. He thought maybe Harry and him were too late.

"Oh no. Here comes Malfoy. I'll distract him. You get her to the Infirmary. She needs help now!" Harry ordered. Malfoy came up to them and was about to say something when he noticed what Ron was carrying.

"What did you two gits do to her?" Malfoy asked as he walked with them. The girl looked unnatural with all the cuts and bruises everywhere visible.

"We don't know what happened to her! We walked into our Common Room and found her on the floor like this, you arse!" Ron said. He wasn't in the mood for Malfoy.

Malfoy walked with them. Helping get people out of the way. Once in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey had a bed ready and everything as if she expected she would be seeing someone today.

"Well I'm used to seeing problems during the Holidays so I always make sure there's a bed ready at every moment. Especially with the Weasley twins selling their jokes to kids to give to friends on Christmas." She explained to the boys.

Madam Pomfrey took one look at Sairae and knew that she had gone home for part of vacation. The girl always came back battered after she left home. She felt so bad for the little girl because the wizard world couldn't do much for her, other than heal her. They had no authority to stop muggle problems.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you know what could make her look like this?" Ron asked concerned. He really was worried for the girl he just started talking to.

"That's something she'll have to tell you about. Your welcome to stay for a little while. She might wake up in that time. If not you can come back tomorrow after lunch." Madam Pomfrey said to the three boys. Harry and Ron nodded. Draco left them, he did his good deed for the day.

About two hours later, Sairae opened her eyes and tried to take in her surroundings. She was in the Infirmary. She wanted to know how she got there because she couldn't remember anything.

"I was pretty worried about you. How you feeling?" Ron asked from her left side. She couldn't really see him due to a really swollen left eye.

"How did I get here?" Sairae asked. She was a bit panicky that he was there with her. He was looking at her like this. Now he would never talk to her again.

"I carried you here. The better question is why are you here?" Ron looked at her puzzled. He was hoping she'd be honest with him, but had to wait for her to answer.

Sairae sighed. She didn't know what to say to him. How was she supposed to explain to someone as wonderful as he was that she was beaten, raped, and wished for death every day at home.

"It's nothing." Sairae said.

"Pretty damn scary looking nothing if you ask me. So how about this time we try the bloody truth?" Ron said mad that she wouldn't tell him. Were the kids that mean here that she couldn't trust him with something that made her fight for her life.

"My step dad he just gets really upset when I don't do my chores. Really it's my fault. I'll be fine. I'm going to go back to sleep now because I don't feel good." Sairae said, almost instantly sleeping again because of all the pain.

Ron looked at her. Something wasn't right about what she told him. So he went to find out what was really going on. He knew that she had a diary. Her stuff was still in the Common Room. He rushed back to find it.

Later that evening, Ron was reading about Sairae's move to London. Her stepfather had made her move because the authorities were watching his behavior and he couldn't handle not beating her. Ron was disgusted at how someone could treat anyone like that. He now understood why she didn't mention it. He also picked up on why she always started writing when he came near her. She had a crush on him. Well he was glad it was mutual. She wrote about anytime he was close to her or did something cute in class. He smiled at that. He thought she was gorgeous, even as hurt as she was, he thought so. He read a particular entry that made him sick inwardly.

Dear Diary,

Well today I got home from my first year at Hogwarts (my third year of wizarding school). And I was so excited about this cute boy there, Ron Weasley, that I forgot I doodled his name on all my papers. Well Brandt found them and made me pay for being a conniving slutty bitch. He thinks that at thirteen I'm sleeping with boys because one's name is all over my stuff. He always hit me before, but today, today he raped me. I was so scared. He came at me and grabbed me by my hair and pinned me to the couch. I started to cry and he hit me in the stomach to knock the wind out of me. I stopped crying then and he ripped off my clothes. After that he unzipped his pants and shoved himself into me. It hurt so much. Then he wanted me to moan his name. It was really sick. Now I'm laying here scared that he'll do it again. I really hope not.

Well til another day,

Sairae

Ron was so mad at this guy. He marched up to the Infirmary to see if Sairae was awake.

Sairae was reading a muggle magazine when Ron marched up to her bed. She cowered away from him and Ron mellowed out some. He didn't want her to be afraid of him. He just wanted to know how long she'd kept this in and how he could help her.

"I want you to tell me how long he's been doing this to you and you didn't say anything to anyone?" Ron demanded from her in a calm but maniacal tone.

"Ron, what are you talking about?" Sairae asked innocently.

"You know bloody well what I am talking about. Your stepfather, how long?" Ron demanded again.

"Alright, he's beat me since my mom died when I was eleven. He did it because I was accepted to wizarding school, and to him that meant I was a freak. The problem was he really did love my mom and that made him snap. That's the only reason I'm still in a wizarding school. She made him promise before he died that he would keep me in one. Now to let his anger at my mom dying and at me out he does this to me. I don't blame him nor do I care anymore. I just want to get out." Sairae explained to him.

He looked at her with so much anger and contempt for the man who made her think that she was anything but a beautiful and special person. If Ron knew where to find him at this very moment he'd kill him.

"No one has the right to make you think that way about yourself. And you should blame him. Anyone who can touch someone else in anger for no reason doesn't deserve your pity. Now I understand why you were so reserved. It makes me wonder how many other silent muggle-borns live with this same problem. I'm watching you from now on. Only because I'm sad about how this could happen and I'm going to make sure this guy pays some day." Ron said to her. He then noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Her body was still very tired. He told her to go back to sleep as he went off to talk to Harry about how he was feeling.

"Harry, someone beats her for being different. I don't understand how that could happen." Ron told him as Hermione sat holding Harry's hand listening intently too.

"Well, Ron, Harry and I both come from the muggle world. We both know that muggles can be even meaner than wizards without magic. Like Sairae's stepfather, there are many people out there like him, and I know it's hard for you to understand since you never were in a world like that, but it does happen a lot." Hermione explained to him. It was hard to have a wizard understand everything about muggles when they were so sheltered from a muggle world.

"I know you're probably upset about it because it is so tragic, but you'll have to learn that some things can't all be happy and fun like they are for us." Harry said to him. He watched as Ron's face went red in anger. Harry figured out where he had seen that same look before. He had seen it in himself the day Hermione went off with someone else, before they started dating. Ron was in love with this girl. The girl from America. Well maybe he could help her, from her state, Harry figured she needed it.