A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry for the long time since I last updated. You would be surprised how little free time I've had lately. We just finally sold my grandmother's house, my boyfriend dumped me, and I have exams and three projects due soon. Whew. I'll be glad when June comes around. Today was a snow day, so I was able to write.And I promise I'll try to update at least once a month. The romance will start within the next 3 or 4 chapters. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. is the wonderful owner of Harry Potter. I take no credit. Only Lena, Mr. Monks, andAunt Penelope are my own characters.

January 6th – 4:24 p.m.

I hate to admit it, but I forgot that father was in the closet until this morning. I had his wand though, so it wasn't like he could just burst out and Avada me. I crept up to the closet and opened it, but he was gone. Apparated. Damn. I don't know I could have forgotten he could do that. I went back to my room to see if his wand was still there, but it was missing. I guess he must have done a location spell and found it.

My brain hasn't been working quite right lately. I've still got Potter stuck in my mind.

7:28 p.m. – Same Day

Good, god, how sick is that bastard? I went to Mother's room to check on her and Lena, and Mother was lying on the floor, a dark swelling raising over her right eye. I helped her onto the bed. She wouldn't say anything, but she kept breaking out into little sobs every time I asked her what was wrong. I guess there was no need to ask. I knew it was Father in one of his drunken rages again.

I headed to his office, and I found him there shagging one of his "whores". Really, his "whore" was just a poor scared mudblood. She didn't look like she was any older than I was. I was so sick of father's shit. I ran up to him and tried to rip him off of her, but he elbowed me in the face and broke my nose.

I ran out of his office and back to Mother's room. She was crying, so I hugged her. Lena started screaming, and I picked her up. Mother told me to care for her. Mother couldn't stand her screaming anymore. I agreed to watch her. BIG mistake.

10:02 p.m.

Still watching Lena. Mother hasn't came down yet. I tried reading Lena a book. Didn't work. I tried singing to her. I think I have a lovely voice, but apparently Lena disagrees. Finally, when all else failed, I gave her my stuffed bear, Mr. Monks. My Aunt Penelope gave me Mr. Monks when I was three. Stupid sister. Drooling on my baby. How dare she?

Potter. He's still on my mind. I can't get him out of my head. Those soft red lips, the way his ebony hair goes in all directions, the way his ass looks in tight pants… Agh! Why won't you leave evil images? Why?

I know why, but I'll die before I admit it to anyone else. I like Potter. I have for years. I've liked him ever since I saw him when we were getting our robes for Hogwarts. Slytherin would disown me if I fell for a Gryffindor at all, let alone the prince of the Gryffindors. But I can't help it. We're alike. He'll never say we are, but I know that our childhoods were very similar. We were both ignored, both unloved, and both beaten on a regular basis. I know a lot about Potter's ea5rly years. I overhear him talking to the Weasel and Mudblood all the time. It doesn't hurt that my godfather is Severus, and I can get information out of him faster than muggles get money out of banking machines. Sometimes I want to give Potter hugs. The only thing keeping me from doing that is the fear that he'd magic my dick off, or something.

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