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Alex POV:

I was always homeschooled. My parents believed that public muggle school was inappropriate for a wizard blood like me. Which I understand.

My new "father" liked to call it homeschool too, but it wasn't schoolwork. It's was cleaning and cooking. He didn't want me to go to public school because of the bruises and cuts he gave me. And if he ever sent me out to the grocery store, he'd say "If anyone asks about your bruises tell em' that you fell down the stairs." So that's what I always did.

As you can probably tell already, he's abusive. Both mentally and physically.

"You little snob! I told you to have dinner made by 5:30!"

"You're a worthless piece of crap. Go to your room and think about how useless you are!"

   He told me those words so much I started to believe him. I am worthless. I am useless. I am unlovable.

I quickly ran up the stairs before he could even touch me. I sat on my bed. Silent. Crying. After I stayed in my room for about 4 hours, I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Each step, my heart beat faster.

I couldn't lock my door because it didn't have a lock on the inside, it was only a lock on the outside. He would lock me in my room for hours upon hours, to days upon days. He mostly did that when he had a "friend" over. Which it was really just a prostitute he found on the side of the road.

The first thing I thought of was to go hide in my closet. And just to remind you, he started doing this at the age of 10 and I'm now 13. I haven't gone to Hogwarts yet because of the incident with my real parents. I still wait till the day when I get my letter to save me out of this living hell.

"You can't hide from me you little snob."

He was getting closer.

10 seconds later I heard the door quietly creek open. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. I'm pretty sure he could too. I started to scoot back, and then I felt a soft velvet material. I felt a strange feeling of comfort. Something I had not felt in 4 years.

It was the blanket my mother gave me when I was 5. My peaceful feeling quickly went away when the closet door opened. My face changed shades from pink to white.

"What do you think you're doing in here little girl? You think you can hide from daddy?" He asked, sounding very angry. By the tone of his voice I could tell he was about to hit me.

Before I could do anything his arm rises slowly and then I felt a sting while his hand whipped across my face. It didn't hurt too bad, compared to what he's done to me in the past.

But then he picked me up by arm. My skinny arm. A 5 year old could wrap their hand around my wrist. He pulled me forcefully out of the closet and then pushed me hard onto the ground. He lifted his arm again. This time, a punch. He kept punching me like I was a punching bag. Basically until I was the color of one.

After what felt like a lifetime, but was probably only 3 minutes, he stopped.

"Get out of my house before you regret it you bitch!"

I didn't have to think twice. I didn't even think about grabbing a pillow, because I knew I'd be outside all night. I lived about 1.5 miles away from this almost abandoned playground. I ran, not walked ran there. This playground was basically my home. Whenever my father would let me go somewhere I always ended up here.

I climbed up the stairs to the slide and sat there for hours, until the sun started to rise. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this huge mansion. I was tempted to walk over there, maybe see if some nice people would let me in. But I didn't.

I saw something through one of the windows on the second floor. Beautiful platinum blonde hair. Before I could look away I saw the person jump out of their bed.

I was wondering if I should head back home, but I thought no.

"Merlins beard what are you doing out here it's freezing?" I heard a deep voice ask. Whoever it was, was right. It was freezing. I turned my head to the right to see the beautiful platinum blonde haired boy standing by the swings.

He was the most handsome boy I've ever seen. He had blinding grey eyes. His looks made me breathless. I couldn't  gather the words to say.

I was about to lie and say I do this every morning but was interrupted by the deep voice saying "So you're not going to answer me? Suit yourself." And he walked away.