AN: Well here we are at chapter 7. How is everyone liking this story so far? First off Thanks to everyone who has read, liked, and followed. It truly means alot. Sadly my beta is moving on to other projects and I am in need of a new one. She has been a tremendous help, and I will miss her. If anyone is intrested please pm me.

Lastly just a reminder i am NOT JKR and my stack unpaid bills shows I'm not getting paid for this.

Filled with a surge of alarm, Greg swiftly apparated himself from the grandeur of the marble entry hall to the sanctuary of his sister's room. His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed open the door, only to be confronted by a heart-wrenching sight. There, curled up on the floor was Lena, trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain inflicted upon her by their own mother using the vile Crucio curse. Irma's favorite form of punishment.

Overwhelmed with a mix of fury and despair, Greg's eyes locked onto his sister's, silently conveying his determination to protect her. He rushed to his sister's side, his voice filled with anguish and anger. "I'm here, Lena. I won't let her hurt you anymore," he vowed, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and determination.

Carefully, he cradled her small body in his arms as she shook. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to protect them both from their mother's wrath. It became painfully clear that they needed to leave the manor, at least for the time being. For some reason his father, who still controlled the wards, had inexplicably allowed his ex-wife unrestricted access, so staying here was out of the question. They had to find a safe haven, a place where their mother couldn't reach them.

Taking a deep breath, Greg whispered words of comfort to his sister, assuring her that they would find a way out of this nightmare. He carried her out of the room and down the stairs, anxious to put as much distance between them and the place that had brought them so much pain.

"Izzy!" Greg called out as he strode through the house. "Prepare a bag for Lena and me. We're leaving for a few days. No robes." Though he had no prior experience in the muggle world, Greg found solace in knowing that his mother was equally unfamiliar. He hoped that they could seek temporary sanctuary in an unfamiliar location, even if it meant venturing into the unknown.

Heading towards the fireplace, Greg had two crucial stops to make before they could vanish from their current predicament. First on the list was Gringotts. He needed to acquire muggle currency, and as a member of the esteemed Sacred 28 families, Greg enjoyed the privilege of discreet, round-the-clock access to the comprehensive services offered there. Withdrawing and exchanging the money swiftly would not pose a challenge.

The second stop, however, held a different purpose entirely. It was time for Greg to confront his father and force him out of hiding. A plan had taken shape in Greg's mind, a strategy to entice his father into revealing himself.

As Greg entered the floo room, he gently set Lena in a nearby chair, ensuring she was seated comfortably. With a wave of his wand, he conjured a soft blanket and tenderly draped it around his sister, hoping to provide some measure of comfort to ease her trembling, despite knowing it didn't stem from a chill.

Izzy popped back in with a packed bag. The elf set it down and bowed. "Will you be needing anything else, Master Greg?"

"Stay here and watch Lena. I won't be long," he replied.

Taking a deep breath, Greg approached the fireplace and gathered a handful of floo powder. He threw it into the flames, causing them to roar to life. Casting a glance back at his sister, Greg observed her trembling form, her body wracked by shivers. However, it was her brown eyes that worried him the most, as they remained fixed on some distant point, lost in a far-off gaze. Stepping into the fire, he called out the name of the famed wizarding bank. In an instant, he was engulfed in the swirling vortex of the floo network, hurtling towards his destination.

Moments later, Greg emerged from the fireplace in a small, secluded room within the depths of Gringotts. Before him stood a formidable goblin, with sharp features and piercing eyes that held a shrewd intelligence.

"Welcome to Gringotts, Mr. Goyle," the goblin greeted him, his voice tinged with formality.

"Thank you," Greg replied, his voice steady. "I need to exchange a substantial amount of wizarding currency into muggle money. Enough to sustain my sister and me in the muggle world for the foreseeable future."

The goblin regarded Greg with a calculating gaze, evaluating his request. "Very well," the goblin responded, his voice gruff yet efficient. "Please state the amount in wizarding currency that you wish to exchange."

Greg paused for a moment, considering his sister's and his needs. He was unsure of the conversion rate, but finally settled on an amount. "I require twenty thousand Galleons to be changed into muggle currency," he stated firmly. He could come back for more if needed.

The goblin's eyes narrowed slightly. "Understood," the goblin acknowledged, before turning to a nearby vault and retrieving a small, ornate key. "Follow me."

Greg followed the goblin through the labyrinth of halls in Gringotts until they reached a heavily guarded chamber. The goblin inserted the key into the lock, and with a resounding click, the door swung open, revealing stacks upon stacks of gleaming gold Galleons.

As the goblin expertly counted and exchanged the currency, Greg couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and anticipation. This exchange represented a significant step towards their new life, a life away from the grasp of their mother.

Finally, the goblin handed Greg a pouch filled with the agreed-upon amount of muggle money. "Twenty thousand Galleons converted into muggle currency," the goblin confirmed, his tone businesslike.

Greg accepted the pouch, his grip firm. "Thank you," he said gratefully.

The goblin nodded curtly. "Good luck in your endeavors, Mr. Goyle," the goblin replied before turning to attend to his other duties.

Leaving Gringotts with the weight of the pouch in his hand, Greg knew that he now possessed the means to forge a new path for himself and Lena. He flooed back to his manor.

As Greg arrived back home, he was met with an unexpected sight. Theo and Hermione Granger had made their way through the Floo network while he was at Gringotts. Granger was tending to Lena's needs while Theo was engaged in a conversation with Izzy.

Theo noticed Greg's arrival first. Relieved, he called out, "Greg! We came to see you about a parchment mix up, but found Lena here like this. Izzy has been filling me in on everything that happened."

Hermione, who had been focused on caring for Lena, looked up at Greg with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Goyle," she greeted softly, her voice conveying warmth. "Earlier at the solicitor's office, you accidentally took one of my papers along with yours, and I don't have an owl. I'm sorry for just showing up. I went to see if Susan could help me contact you first, but I found Theo instead. He brought me here."

Greg's surprise was evident as he processed Hermione's words. "Oh, Merlin! I completely forgot about that," he exclaimed, feeling a tinge of embarrassment but also grateful for Granger's understanding.

She smiled gently, putting him at ease. "It's alright. Izzy was fabulous and managed to retrieve the paper for me. I also had one of yours which has been returned as well. I promise I didn't read it further then to establish it belonged to you. But for right now, let's focus on your sister. I've developed a potion that helps alleviate the after-effects of the Crucio curse," she explained, "With your permission I'd like to give her some."

Greg's eyes widened in astonishment at Granger's revelation. The significance of her work sank in, and he couldn't help but feel a profound admiration for her abilities. Though he knew her to be a brilliant witch, the fact that she had devised a potential remedy for the aftermath of such a dark and torturous curse left him in awe.

"Have you tested it? I mean….I'm sorry. I want to trust you. I just…."

Granger got up from kneeling in front of the girl and walked to Greg. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes seeing understanding, anger, sadness, and determination. "I took it regularly for about two months after my encounter with Bellatrix. I developed it in the sixth year for the Order."

"Thank you," Greg said sincerely. "Anything to ease her pain."

She nodded and continued with her preparations, meticulously measuring the potion with utmost precision.

As Granger gently offered the potion to Lena, and the room fell into a calm silence as the group observed with bated breath, their gazes filled with a mixture of concern and hope. After some gentle words and coaxing Lena willingly took the dark purple almost black liquid. Her shaking lessened immediately, and within minutes she stopped shaking completely.

"She may need one more dose later. I don't know how long she was…well I don't know how long it lasted." Granger said, slipping the potion back into her bag.

"Where are you off to?" Theo asked, pointing to the packed bag sitting by the fireplace.

"I don't know. We can't stay here where Irma still has access," Greg replied. "I just came back from the bank to get muggle money. I know I don't know anything about the muggle world, but neither does she. I'm hoping that is an advantage for us."

"So things didn't go well with the Goldsteins?" Theo asked.

"They seemed to think we could win. It's just…. After what happened tonight we don't have time to wait around. W just need to leave tonight." Greg ran his hand through his hair.

"The Cruciatus curse is illegal. Can't you press charges on your mother and have her arrested?" Granger asked.

Greg and Theo exchanged a look. She seemed to notice and took a step closer to the men and lowered her voice. "Are you fucking kidding me? Is this some kind of bullshit pureblood laws or tradition or some such rubbish? I've had my fill of it. Especially since helping Harry and Mrs. Milton navigate the ins and outs of adoption and custody in this world."

The men stared at her. Theo spoke first. "You aren't wrong Granger. The Wizengamot thinks how parents discipline their children isn't any of their business. They won't do anything unless the matter is brought before them by the head of the family."

"Discipline? This is abuse!" Her voice rose a few notches. She turned to Gregory, her eyes blazing. "You are the head of your family are you not?"

"No, I'm not. That's why I was in the law office today. Trying to see what my rights are."

"But your father is missing isn't he? He's not here to run the family. Isn't there an abandonment rule or something?"

"No. In order to become head of the family my father has to be dead. I could take over if I was 21 years old or if I was to marry. Currently my mother and her brother have legal rights to her since she is the second born and not the heir to House Goyle," Greg replied.

Granger stared at him in disbelief. Without hesitation, she said, "Come stay with me tonight. You can figure out the rest in the morning. It's a muggle house but it's heavily warded. You'll be safe, I promise. Plus she may need another dose."

The boys looked surprised at her offer. Greg surprised himself by accepting.