"Violette, time to get up!" Hermoine's voice woke me. I felt as if I hadn't even slept.

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"It's Eight." She answered cheerily.

"Damn." I moaned rolling out of bed.

"You are going to miss the Hogsmeade trip if you don't hurry." Hermoine said.

"I'm going, I'm going." I mumbled.

I slowly got to my feet and threw on a black tank-top, fishnets and a pair of tattered jeans. I searched the room for my black hoodie before finally finding it under my bed. I quickly washed my face threw on eyeliner and quickly sprayed myself with vanilla. I grabbed my chap stick and a bag and together Hermoine and I made our way down to breakfast.

Hermoine, Ron, Harry, and I had already visited Zonko's and Honeydukes, when I saw Draco walking. But hanging on his arm like a lovesick pug was Pansy Parkinson.

"Drakie," She whined. "Let's go in Madam Puddifoot's?"

"I'd rather not." He drawled.

"But, but…"

"That's enough Pansy, we're not going in!"

"Fine." She pouted.

"God she's sickening." I said to nobody in particular.

"Yeah but so is he." Harry chimed in.

"Yeah I guess." At this Malfoy's eyes met mine.

"Do I have something on my face, Regalis?" Malfoy asked.

"No but it seems you have an infection growing on your arm." I answered.

I could see him trying to suppress his laughter.

"Shut up, Blood-traitor!" Pansy snapped.

"Oh please. Is that the best you have? I'm afraid I've heard that before. Your comebacks are weak." I retorted. "I don't have time for this." I walked away.

My three friends came after you.

"I want to be alone for a while. I'll see you guys at the castle." I told them.

Once I was by myself I walked through the hills. I loved it here it was so peaceful. I don't know why the scene earlier made me angry. I knew it wasn't Pansy's insults.

That little slut is always hanging all over him. Not that I care. I tried to convince myself.

Just as I was about to reach for a cigarette when I saw a man standing with his back to me.

It can't be. I thought as my heart skipped a beat. But maybe…

"Excuse me." I said. The man turned around. It was him! He looked older but his face still held some of the same characteristics.

"Daddy!" I shouted excitedly and ran to him, embracing him. He pushed me off of him so hard I fell to the ground.

"Father, it's me. Violette."

"I know who you are." He spat coldly. I stood up shaking. His eyes, they were so different.

"But Da-" He cut me off.

"Don't call me that!" He hollered at me. He came closer to me.

Smack! I put my hand to my face where his hand struck me.

"You are a disgrace!"

He pushed me down.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked astonished not sure what provoked this sudden attack. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Don't think I didn't see you hanging around the Mudbloods." He kicked me hard in the stomach. "That Potter boy." Another kick. I began to get dizzy. "and those blood traitors." Another kick. "You are a disgrace!" He hollered. "A DIRTY, FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR!" He kicked my head. I were already on the ground in a fetal position sobbing. "YOU ARE DISGUSTING!" Everything began to turn dark.

"Crucio!" He screamed and I felt a pain like I had never before. There was a blinding hot white light.

"STUPEFY!" A voice roared before I passed out.