Chapter One
It was the first of September, 1993. It was a Wednesday. All of the students were boarding the Hogwarts express, hugging and waving goodbye to their families. All but one girl. She was alone it seemed, no family to hug or wave to.
The girl boarded the train and found an empty compartment, all she had to do now is wait until one of her friends or the people who fancied her to find her. She was a pretty girl and a popular one at that. This girl had straight brown hair to the middle of her back, her eyes were the colour of the sky on a perfect Summers day, her skin was a sun kissed tan, that any girl would die for. She was in her own thoughts when she suddenly heard the door open.
"Elliot Smith, how are you my girl?!" A loud voice exclaimed.
The girl, named Elliot, looked towards the person who asked her the question. She smiled, showing off her pearly whites, it was George Weasley with his twin brother Fred behind him.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I am not your girl George. And before you say something Fred, no I'm not yours either."
"Alright, alright. Keep your hair on love," George said as he and Fred sat down across from her.
She laughed it off and felt the train move slightly, meaning that it was 11 O'clock. Elliot was happy at last, the train was going home. Not the shitty one that was in Surrey, her real home. Hogwarts.
The three of them talked for an hour or two until the twins noticed that she had became distant in her answers, like something was on her mind.
"El, are you okay?" Fred asked, making the fifteen year old girl.
She looked up at them, tears in her eyes. She was thinking of the Summer. The Summer she has repeated for nearly a decade. For eight years Elliot has lived in hell at her parents home. For eight horrible years her parents have been cruel to her.
"What happened this time? Anything new, or was it the same as last time?" George asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"I...He..." Elliot sighed hopelessly. She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. The tears were rolling down her cheeks and she looked away and out of the moving trains window before continuing to speak. "It's been the same for the last eight years but this year it was a bit different. They did all the same stuff but it was different,"
Elliot explained how it was different. How her father beat her up harder than the other years. How he raped her again and again. How her mother acted as if nothing ever happened. And how her younger sister was oblivious to it all.
Short and sweet I know, please do tell me what you think so far though!