Note: This chapter is quite long, but I need to get this story moving. No worries, Vixen will be meeting Draco soon enough. I hope you enjoy it. Again, I only own the muggle characters of this fanfiction. Harry Potter related characters are all J.K. Rowling's.

Chapter 2

9:27 a.m., The Charm's Summer Home, Ohio

Vixen slowly opened her eyes. She could hear her father in the kitchen packing his briefcase and looking for his keys. She rolled over and looked at her alarm clock on her nightstand to see what time it was. Her father was running late for work. Reluctantly, she threw the covers off of her body and slinked down the staircase making her way into the kitchen.

"Where in the hell are they!" her father yelled slamming a cabinet shut angrily.

Vixen yawned as she walked past her father who had just noticed her presence. She reached into his waist coat pocket that was lying on the counter, and her hand emerged with his keys dangling out of it. She handed them to her father who groaned out of frustration.

"Thank you baby doll. Sorry to wake you. Go on back to bed," he said taking the keys from her. Vixen smiled and walked past her father and started up the stairs.

"Vixie, come back here please," her father called from behind her, using her childhood nickname. Confused, she did as she was asked.

"Do you want to explain to me why you have grass stains on the back of your pajamas?" he asked slightly angry. Vixens eyes widened.

She stood quietly facing her father in the kitchen. She was afraid to tell him the real reason, and she was afraid to lie to him. He looked at his watch and sighed, grabbing his waist coat and briefcase.

"No time for this discussion now. I expect an answer tonight young lady," he said walking past her and out of the house. Vixen sighed.

"I love you, dad," she said while staring at the French doors that her only living parent had just disappeared through.

Vixen sat at the bar in the kitchen and laid her head on the table in front of her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let out a loud scream and fell off of the bar stool she had been sitting on when a loud noise filled the kitchen. She groaned and got off of the floor when she realized it was her cell phone. She lifted it off of the counter and answered.

"Hey baby! What are you up to?" Jackson asked on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Jax. Nothing, just relaxing. What are you doing?" she replied.

"I'm on my way to see my girl! I hope your dad is gone?" he said, sounding hopeful.

"Oh yeah absolutely, he just left. But let me go get cleaned up before you get here. See you soon okay?" Vixen responded happily.

"See ya," Jackson spit out before hanging up his phone.

"I love you," Vixen quietly said.

Jackson had already hung up. Vixen hoped he would reply to her for once when she said she loved him. But instead of dwelling on it, she walked upstairs and jumped in the shower. Moments later Jackson was knocking on the front door. Vixen greeted him wearing a white button up fitted shirt, dark wash jeans, and a pair of black and green Converse. Jackson entered the house while looking her up in down.

"You look awful," he said walking into her living room and plopping onto her couch.

"Nice to see you too Dear," she replied shutting the door and rolling her eyes.

"Go get me a drink, will ya?" he asked as he turned on the television.

"Why don't you go get it?" she asked crossing her arms.

Jackson stood up and looked at her. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed. Vixen knew she had made a mistake. Jackson moved toward her and quickly grabbed onto her arms and squeezed.

"Excuse me?" he said through clenched teeth, squeezing her tighter.

"Ow, Jackson stop, ah," Vixen winced while squirming. He released her arms while pushing her back, making her stumble into the wall.

"Now, Go. Get. Me. A. Drink," he said slowly, emphasizing his words.

Vixen walked past him rubbing her arms. She leaned against the refrigerator and squeezed her eyes shut tight as warm tears slid out of them. She knew this was wrong. But she loved Jackson, and her father needed them to be together in order to get in good with his boss, who was Jackson's father. She composed herself and wiped her eyes. She grabbed two waters and headed back into the living room

8:26 p.m., Hogwarts Dinning Hall, Gryffindor Table

"I can't stop thinking about bringing Muggles here to Hogwarts," Hermione said. Harry nodded while Ron picked up a pumpkin roll.

"If you ask me, Burbage is bloody mad!" Ron said shoveling the roll into his mouth.

"Ronald! Stop talking with food in your mouth. It's disgusting and rude," Hermione pointed out, scrunching her nose up at the sight.

Harry had remained quiet throughout most of the dinner. He was also curious as to how this Muggle Studies project was going to work. What if Voldemort were to show up sometime? Or even Death Eaters? There was no way they could defend themselves with Muggles getting in the way.

"Hello? Earth to Harry!" Ron said waving his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry sat up straight and shook his head.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked smiling.

"We said we were going back to the common room. Are you coming?" Hermione asked as she and Ron stood up.

"Yeah, let's go," Harry said standing up as well. The trio walked out of the dinning hall and back to the Gryffindor common room.

8:49 p.m., Hogwarts Dining Hall, Slytherin Table

"I can't believe this awful Muggle Studies project! It's pointless and I'd rather listen to a screaming Mandrake!" Pansy complained. Draco didn't look at her even though she had sat right across from him.

"Draco darling, can't you do something about this?" she asked pouting. With his mouth pursed tight, he looked at her without emotion.

"And what do you propose I do, Pansy? Hm? What is your brilliant plan for me to save the day?" he asked harshly. She leaned back and crossed her arms before looking away from him.

"Can't your father do something?" she asked. Draco sighed and ran a hand through his light blonde hair.

Of course his father could make a big fuss about this project and demand that Draco not take part in such a ridiculous experiment. Or he could get Death Eaters involved and make things even worse and more complicated than necessary. But by running to his father it would seem like Draco was incapable of handling his own issues. It was now that he lifted his head with his decision.

"No. I'm not involving him this time," he said while a smirk crept across his lips. Pansy raised an eyebrow.

"But if not then how are we-" she was cut off by Draco holding his hand up.

"We're smart people. We can figure something out on our own. Just think of how impressed our families will be when they hear how we took care of this situation," Draco said quietly to his small group of followers.

"What's your plan, Draco?" Goyle asked leaning closer to Draco. Draco stood up.

"You'll find out soon enough," Draco responded leaving the table and heading for the doors. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy scurried after him.

9:46 p.m., The Charm's Summer Home, Ohio

"My dad will be home soon. You should probably go," Vixen said to Jackson who was watching T.V.

"You're probably right," he replied getting off of her sofa. She walked him to the front door and opened it for him.

"Good night," she said to him as he walked out of her home. He waved without turning back to see her. She shut the door.

Vixen cleaned up the mess of snacks and drinks that Jackson had left behind. She then walked up to her bedroom and stood in front of her full length mirror. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slowly slid it off of her arms before letting it fall the floor. She looked at her reflection noticing two new bruises had formed on her arms. She delicately touched the one on her right arm and sighed.

She then lowered her eyes to the reflection of her torso. She examined three large scars that went from the top of her rib cage and curved around her right side to the back of her waist. She traced the three long scars with her delicate fingers in silence. She remembered the night that she had received them clearly in her mind.

She was 14 and she and her mother had just got home from a family friends baby shower.

They both got out of their white Bentley when it happened. From out of the bushes beside the garage a large creature had appeared in front of Vixen. It let out a loud shriek that sounded similar to a howl and Vixen froze. It was too dark to see what was in front of her, but it was clearly there.

Within seconds, she had been knocked to the concrete ground below her with her side burning. She screamed as she felt her shirt become covered in blood. She heard her mother scream a few times, but then blacked out. The next thing she knew she was in a hospital bed with doctors surrounding her.

"Where's my mom?" she asked frantically. The doctor's remained silent and she knew instantly. She started to cry hysterically and the doctors started to exit the room.

"What do you think did this?" one whispered.

"Maybe a bear of some sort. Who knows, it could have been a wolf," the other whispered. Vixen was now left alone in the room.

She snapped out of her memory now and walked away from the mirror. She changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts and sat in her bed. She placed her head in her hands and felt her face with her soft palms. She then sighed heavily and laid back in her bed.

"Night Leonardo," she said to her fish before allowing herself to fall asleep.