A/N: Thank you for the review in my old story: ) flamers, look there because there is a review from a dyslexic person who says that my story is not insulting dyslexics! So because this story is about a dyslexic girl you should probably listen when dyslexic people say it doesn't offend them. And thank you to the people who have given me the good reviews I have. : ( And about the thesaurus: I like using it because I like words, and finding synonyms to wors I already know. Plus writers have vocabulary. And already one person said that she liked that I used it so I'm not going to stop just because some people who don't like my story anyway don't want me to. So sorry, but I'm going to keep writing it with less bland words and more synonyms/ etc.

Andrea looked around for Ionia and finally found her in a small secluded hallway near the place where the owl's tower. Her eyes were read and she looked like she had been crying, but she wasn't at the time.

"Ionia, I need to talk to you," said Andrea kindly but firmly. The younger girl seemed to guess what Andrea was doing and looked around as if looking for a way to escape, but Andrea held her gaze fast.

"I- have to go to class!" said Ionia hurriedly. She looked nervious, and Andre could understand why.

"I know there's something you think you can't talk about, but I need you to tell me. What is going on with you- and you mother?" at the last words Ionia's eyes went wide with frite, and she stammered "N-n-n-n-nothing!" the trembling in her voice gave her away.

"Ionia." Said Andrea firmly. "I don't know what is going on so for all I know, you are doing something bad and against school law. I don't think you would do anything bad on porpoise, but if you don't tell me, I'm going to have to go to Professor Dumbledore with my suspisions. Andrea looked hard at Ionia, and she could see tears at the edges of her eyes. She softened her tone. "It's okay Ionia, whatever it is I'll make sure that you're okay."

"It's my mother!" Ionia blurted out teafully. "She's doing something very bad, and I'm the only one who knows about it. And if I tell anyone, I'll get into trouble, big trouble!"

"What is it?" Andrea said alarmed. "And what does she do to you?"

"She says she'll put me out on the streets. And she…" her voice trailed off and suddenly Andrea noticed a bruise on your arm. "Does she hit you?" she said softly.

"Yes," whispered Ionia shamefacedly. "And worse."

"Tell me what it is that you can't tell anybody." Andrea said kindly.

"Mymthewosfrhedarlrd." Ionia mumbled.

"Sorry, I can't hear you." Said Andrea.

"My mother works for the Dark Lord," said Ionia, a little louder butt still so soft that Andrea could barely hear.

Andrea almost fell over in shock. "Okay, we need to tell Professor Dumbledore about this fast!" she said, grabbing the younger girl's arm and taking her into the hallway. "Now tell me, why didn't you tell anything about this sooner?"

"I was afraid I'd get in trouble!" Ionia sobbed, now scared out of her wits.

"It's okay, I promise I won't let you get punished, by anyone," Soothed Andrea.

"I tried as best I could to sabotage her meetings with Voldemoret, and somehow kept her from doing any harm. That's why she beat me. And now that I'm at school, it's so much harder. That's why Draco Malfoy kept stealing my homework, and why I didn't have enough time to make it up! I had to watch my mother!" tears were running down Ionia's face, and Andrea herself felt like crying for the poor little girl.

"It's okay," she said softly. "It's okau."

At Dumbledore's office, Ionia repeated the whole sad story to him. She didn't get in trouble, and he was very kind to her. Afterwards, he came up to Andrea.

"This girl has been very shy for all of her stay here. Not very many people payed attention to her, and if you hadn't taken a notice, she would have gone on with that horrible life for who knows how long. Even her sisters and father didn't know, and he thought that she got the bruises from falling off the swings on the Muggle school playground.

Andrea nodded sobernly.

"Thank you Andrea, because of you, we have taken in another of the Dark Lord's henchmen, and a little girl has been saved from a horrible fate. Many people own you a thank you." Andrea smiled.

She went outside to Ionia. "Are you going to be okay?" the younger girl grinned.

"Yup! My dad is going to take care of us now, and my sisters all found out. Thank you, Andrea!" she hugged Andrea, and Andrea hugged her back.

"Remember Ionia, sometimes it's hard to do what is right, because you're worried that you might get in trouble, or any number of other things. But doing what is right is important, because even if something bad happens to you, you will know that you have sacrificed yourself to save the people."

"I'll remember that, Andrea," said Ionia softly. "Thank you." And then she was gone.