Once outside, he pulled me into one of the unused classrooms and casted a silencing charm around it. He was going to yell. I tried not to cower as I took a seat on a desk. "How did your little brother get into Ravenclaw!"

I took a deep breath and said, "It's not my fault. The sorting can't be rigged." I heard the bell ring and sped up. "Maybe it's all for the best. Maybe he wanted to be Ravenclaw. It's better than being a Gryffindor." He just looked at me, furious. I tensed and got ready to run. "You can't hurt me, not here. Someone'll notice, and I've got to get to class, I'm already late." I eyed the new serpent ring on his right hand. It was silver with a little serpent sitting on it. That would hurt. "Can I go now?" I waited a few moments before standing. Bad idea.

Colors exploded in my head as I fell back into the desk. I collapsed to the ground trying not to cry or pass out. "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, little girl." He turned on his heel and walked away.

I pulled myself up and moaned. That bloody hurt. I stood and held onto a desk for support. That bastard had backhanded me. I touched the left side of my face. It was sensitive and swelling already. I took my hand away, and it had blood all over it. That stupid ring. I wiped most of it off with the sleeve of my robe.

I sobbed for a few minutes. I must've looked like hell. I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked out of the room. I walked through the dungeons and stopped outside Snape's room. The air down here was cool and felt good on my face. I walked in to a normal Potions class; Crabbe and Goyle were poking their cauldrons with wands, Draco was flirting with the every popular ( and beautiful ) Blaise Zabini, and that mudblood Granger was telling Potter and Weasley what to do, all the while, Snape was trying to explain the potion for today.

Everyone turned their heads when I came in. I threw my hand over the hurt side of my face a few seconds too late. I heard a few gasps and some whispers going around. Draco looked at me, shocked, and started to get up. I made a dash for Snape's office, and would have made it inside if Snape hadn't caught my arm. "Professor, please," I said without even turning to look at him. I felt him loosen his grip on my arm, and I pulled away.

The door in front of me opened, due to Snape I think, and I shut myself inside. I'd barely sat down in an armchair near the fire when Draco Malfoy barged in. "Sod off Malfoy."

He responded by walking over, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and turned the hurt side of my face towards him. "You're still bleeding." He grabbed a silver handkerchief and wiped the blood away. "This looks pretty bad, Zee."

I shoved him away. "That's nonsense, it's just a scratch." I knew it was serious, but I didn't want to admit that. I'm still a Doshon and Doshons aren't weak! The door opened and Snape walked in. "Professor, I'm sorry I'm late and I interrupted your class, it will never happen again. He didn't say anything and instead rummaged through some vials on his desk.

"You should go see Madam Pomfrey. That cut is deep." I shook my head. She'd want to know what happened. He picked up a vial and a clean cloth. "This will stop the bleeding and start healing it faster." He dabbed a bit of the potion on the cloth and put it on my cut. "It might sting a little."

A little stinging is no big deal, but this wasn't a little stinging. My eyes started watering and I jerked away. "That really hurts," I said pathetically. I'm so weak.

"Come on Doshon," Draco said. "I thought you could take a little pain." He looked up at Snape. "Let me do it." Snaped looked a little thrown back because of a student telling him to do something, but he handed the cloth over. I caught a glimpse of it; there was a dark red line of blood on it, maybe an inch long, surrounded by something purple, which I guessed to be the potion. Draco held the other side of my face in his hand and pressed the cloth onto the cut.

"Malfoy, Malfoy!" I shoved at him while tears were streaming down my cheeks. He held on. It felt like someone was pouring lemon juice into my eyes. After a few minutes, it started to subside. A few minutes after that, Draco took the cloth away. I ran my fingers down my left cheek. There was a horizontal cut half an inch under my eye. It was starting to scab over and felt crunchy. I wiped the tears from my eyes and face with my robe sleeves. I noticed that Snape had been gone for a little while. It was all for the better, as I was going to kill Draco Malfoy. "You're dead Draco!"

I took a swing and it connected with something, but it wasn't the jaw I was hoping for. He'd caught my punch. I glared at him and he dropped my hand. He looked into my eyes and asked, "What happened with your father today?" I just shook my head. "Ezie, tell me."

"I don't have to!" I pulled my knees up to my chest and hid my face. After a few moments, I pulled my head up, rested my chin on my knees, and said softly, "It's all my fault. I stood up to him. I shouldn't have told Julian to tell him about his sorting until I'd fixed it. He just glared at me and I was late for class. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?" I started sobbing. "I just stood up to go and he back handed me, and-and that damn ring!" I said between sobs. "Why does he hate me?"

At that point, I just lost it and broke down. Draco, who was sitting on the armrest, put his arms around me and I started sobbing into his shoulder. He started rubbing my back while I let it all out. "Ssshhh...It'll be okay." After a little while, I pulled away. I started to dry my face with my robe sleeves. Draco stopped me, pulled out a dark green hankercheif, and started wiping the tears away. "That robe has seen enough tears and blood today, don't you think Doshon?" I laughed a little and smiled. "Those house elves will have to work extra hard."

"Thanks Draco." I smiled at him and stood up.

"No problem. Us Slytherins have to protect eachother." I grinned and started straightening out my robes.

I ran my fingers through my short hair and headed to the door. Time to get my detention and make-up work; class was almost over. I marched up to Snape's desk. "Professor," I started. He looked up and waited for me to speak. "So what do I have to do my essay on and when is my detention?"

He glanced down at his notes and said, "The essay will be on the extra strength pepper-up potion, chapter seventeen, a foot and a half long. As for the detention, I don't see any need for you to serve one." He looked behind me at Draco. "Same essay for you mister Malfoy." I could barely believe it, no detention!

Apparently I wasn't the only one. "Sir, I find this unbelievably unfair!" I looked to see where the voice was coming from. Of course, it was Harry Potter. "I've been barely late before and got detention for a week! She missed the entire class, what makes her so special?"

I smirked, this would be fun. "I've got a scar, and therefore everyone should make note that I'm a special little girl." He glared at me as I trailed my thumb down the right side of my jaw. "So sod off Potter." He began muttering something under his breath and his two sidekicks started giggling at it. "What's that Potter? You want a detention?"

Harry jumped up and walked to stand right in front of me. I took a step back; I don't like being that close to Gryffindors. Softly, but still harsh, he said, "Back off Lizbeth."

"Why you little...!" I tried to reach for my wand, but someone had grabbed my arm. "Let me go! Let me hex the little bugger!" I tried to pull away, but the person held tight. I finally spun around and regretted my actions.

"Now now miss Doshon, please contain your violence," Snape said as he dropped my arm. "Five points from Slytherin and fifteen from Gryffindor." Harry scowled as he went back to his seat. "Would you like to make that fifty mister Potter?" Harry mumbled a very pathetic 'no sir' as he got back to work.

I ran my fingers back through my hair and looked at Snape. "I'll have the essay done in a day or so." Snape nodded and went back to whatever he was doing. I glanced around the room and couldn't help grinning; things had gone back to normal. Draco was flirting with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle were trying to clean up their spilt potion, and the trio of Gryffindorks were sulking and shooting the occasional glare my way. The bell rang and I headed to my seat to grab my bag. "Ezie, could you stay after please?" Snape asked, and once I had my bag, I walked to his desk.

"See you back at the common, Dosh," Draco said as he walked past me. When Blaise walked by, she whispered something nasty about being alone with Snape and started giggling like mad. I just gave her a look of disgust.

Once they left, I turned back to Snape. I fiddled with the strap of my bag while he looked at me. "So what happened?" I just looked at him, puzzled. "Today, with your father."

I dropped my hand from the strap of my bag and turned my gaze to the floor. "I'd rather not get into it…"

"Miss Doshon," his voice suddenly turned soft and caring. "I'm a teacher and I asked you a question." He took a step towards me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "And I assure you that I will not tell anyone else."

"He told me it was my fault. I told him he couldn't...couldn't hurt me at Hogwarts. I told him it wasn't my fault about Jules. And then he," I looked up and gestured to my cut, "did this."

Snape thought for a few minutes before saying, "I'll talk to him about it." I nearly fell over. No, he was not going to talk to my father.

"Professor, you can't!" I pleaded with him. "He'll just hurt me again."

It seemed as if he didn't hear me. "He did that scar, did he not?" After a few seconds, I nodded. "I am going to talk to him, and that is that."

I nodded and walked out of the room dejectedly.