I ran up to my room and locked the door. Any minute my father would be home, and I had to be ready. I had cleaned the house spotless, and set up his couch the way he liked it. I hoped he would just come home and pass out, but as usual, my luck ran out fast. I heard the back door open and slam closed.

"Child! Get down here!" The loving voice of my father rang through the house.

I held my breath, hoping he would just pass out on the couch.

Thud, thud, thud.

He was coming up the stairs! I dove under my bed. Maybe he would go away.

No such luck. The pounding of his fist hitting my bedroom door rang in my head. A few tears escaped as I closed my eyes.

Please I prayed, If you're up there, please help me. Send my daddy away. Don't let him get to me

The doors burst open. I peeked from under my bed, and saw my father's boots. They had a mixture of mud and some other substance that looked like throw-up.

"Come out, come out where ever you are, girly," he said in a menacing voice. He sounded like a monster. "Boo!" he lifted up the bed skirt. I screamed as he dragged me out.

"Why were you hiding?" he asked.

I shook my head violently.

"I said, why were you hiding?"

"Um... I wasn't?"

"Don't lie to me, girl!"

“Um… Because I was, uh, afraid of you,” I gave him the best puppy eyes I could muster.

“Oh,” He set me down on the bed. I was confused. He was acting like he was before mommy died. Almost...kind. “And why is that?”

I melted into his arms and sighed. “Ever since Mommy went to see God, you changed, Daddy.”

He tensed a little, but I didn’t think much of it.

“I-I’m scared of you alot of times, Daddy. And I want to love you… but, but--” I couldn’t continue. I burst into tears.

Daddy rubbed my arm and comforted me. As soon I got drousey he tucked me in, turned on my nightlight, and left the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t do anything to me, thank the Lord. But, I should’ve known my luck would run out, because as soon as he got downstairs he yelled, “NYMPHADORA!!!”

I sighed and hoped out of bed. I ran downstairs as fast as I could.

“Y-yes?”

“Yes what, Nymphadora?” His menacing voice was back.

“Yes sir?”

“What did I specifically  ask you to do before I left?”

I thought about what he had told me. He had given me many instructions before going of to get drunk. The main one, though, was to sweep the kitchen.

Oh no, oh no, I thought.

What’s he gonna do? Will he punish me greatly? Will he let me off with a warning? Many questions swarmed my mind.

“I’m sorry!” I said immediately. “I’m sorry! I’ll do it right now! Please let me go to bed!”

He grinned and evil grin. “Not this time, girly.” As he took his belt off, I whimpered and scrambled into a corner.

“This is for your own good,” He said.
 

He brought the belt down hard. Pain erupted on my back, the tears escaped, and I curled up into a ball on the floor. Every time the belt came into contact with my skin, my hair changed color. From navy blue, to dark purple, army green, and so on. After two minutes of the belt, he left me in a hump on the foyer floor. When he left me, actually naive enough to think he was leaving for good. As usual, I was wrong. He played with the fire with the fire poker in the living room until it was hot, and came back with a fire poker. I backed up into the same corner. The poker came at me, and my stomach was engulfed in pain. Black spots danced across my eyes as he dragged the poker horizontally across my badmen.

Happy seventh birthday to me was my last thought before the darkness surrounded me.

The Boy Who Lived

Let me introduce myself. My name is Nymphadora Monte and I have these… special abilities. See, I can change my appearance at will. My mom called it metamorphing, and apparently it's rare. So I'm named after this famous lady named Nymphadora Tonks, and my mom wanted me to live up to her. My dad’s a muggle, and up until I was eleven, I was sure I was sure I was one too.

    But Nymphadora, what’s a muggle?

    Well my curious friend, I’ll explain that to you right now. In fact, I’ll tell you my whole story.

    Up until I was six I had a perfect family.

    When I was really little (four or five) my mom and dad moved from America to England for my dad’s job. My mom homeschooled me, so I kept my American accent. Up until I was nine… when she died.

Yep.

My mom died when I was nine.

‘C’mon, Nymphadora,’ You’re probably saying. ‘Some people don’t ever get to meet their moms’

Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Here, have a piece of chocolate. Better? Good.

Anyway yeah, my mom died of leukemia when I was nine. Most leukemia patients die from infections that are usually got from a lower immune system due to chemotherapy. So basically she got clogged up. I mourned of course, but it effected my dad the most, though. He took out his anger on me. My daily reutene usually went like this: Wake up, make breakfast for me and passed out father, get dressed and ready for school, wake up passed out father, use foundation to cover up the conclusion of waking up passed out father, ride the bus to school, get to school and meet my many friends, learn, go back home, wait for father to come home, take a beating, go to bed, repeat.

People often wondered why I never invited them over. My usual excuse was, “Sorry, my dad’s super strict.”

I had to deal with all of this for two years… then my letter came.

My father was out doing whatever pleased him. I just came home from school, and was preparing to clean up around the house (though I’m not sure how it got so messy, since there were only two of us living there), when I felt something crunch under my foot. I looked down to find a piece of folded yellowish parchment

I was in awe. Why would someone want to send me something? Maybe it was an invitation for a party from one of the girls at school. I ran upstairs to my room.

My room was pink and brown and had full bed in the center of the back wall. There were shelves all around the top of the walls full of books. Beside my bed were two tall bookcases full of trophies, stuffed animals, and birthday cards. I jumped onto my bed, which had a chevron duvet and looked at the letter.

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and written in emerald-green ink was,

Ms. N. Monte

The smallest bedroom

120 Foot Hills Road

There was no stamp.

I looked at it in awe. Should I open it? I turned the letter over and saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

I pulled out the letter and read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Ms. Monte,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress

I took out the piece of paper behind the letter and read that as well:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble OTHER EQUIPMENT
51 wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set glass or crystal phials
telescope set
brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

I leaned back on my pillows and sighed. What kind of world was this? Was it a joke from one of my friends? But how could they make all that up?

I unfolded a second piece of paper, and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

glass or crystal phials

telescope set

brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

I sighed and leaned back on my pillows. Was this even real? What if it was just a practical joke from one of my friends? No. I shook that thought away. No one could make up all of this.

Just then, I heard the back door open. I sat up straight. My father wasn’t supposed to be home until later. The house wasn’t clean yet, I haven’t done my homework, I--

“Darling!” My father called from downstairs. His tone was actually… sweet.

“Yes!” I called back.

“Come here a moment!”

I ran downstairs, curious as to what it was that he needed. I reached the bottom of the stairs, and saw my father at the front door with his hands behind his back. I tried to see what it was.

“Ah, ah ah,” He said playfully. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

I was reluctant, but did as he instructed.

I felt something fall into my empty hands. It felt soft.

“You can open now.”

I opened my eyes to see an off white sweatshirt bundled up in my hands. It was a womens medium, and had a strange print on it.

On the front it said Hogwarts on the top of it and Alumni on the bottom, then in the middle of the two words were two brooms making an X

I gave a small gasp. It said the name of the school I was accepted into.

My father grinned. I guess he assumed I gasped because I liked the gift so much.

“You like it, eh? It was your mother’s.”

I braced myself. Usually after he mentioned my mom’s name, he would hit me, but not this time.

This time he asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you doing that?”

“You’re not gonna hit me?” I questioned.

“Why would I hit you? I’m giving you a gift.”

“Thank you for the sweatshirt,” I said quietly.

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved it off. “This was your mom’s when she went to this freak school called Hogwarts. I was glad when your mom stopped being one of them and joined me. I’m glad you’re not one of them, right?”

I looked down sheepishly, “Actually, dad… I just got my letter today. I’m a wizard! Yay…“

I looked up at my father who was glaring down at me, and weakly added, “Surprise.”

What? She's alive? She's not actually dead she just forgot about this whole Wattpad thing??????

Yes, I'm sorry it's been forever. I have no excuse except for I forgot about it all. 

Also it'sashortchapterpleasedon'tkillme

"DOn't come looking for me when you're done!"

"But how am I supposed to get home?"

"You know the way," my father growled.before slamming the door to a bar.

After a moment, realization hit me. I was alone in London. No, more than that--I was alone in London and had to find some super-secret witch supplies. I sighed and plumped down on the curb and tried to think.

'Well let's see,' I thought. 'Alex Russo always placed her wand in her boot, so maybe other witches do that'

I knew it was a longshot to assume that witches in England did the same as my favorite TV show character who also happened to be a witch.

As people walked by, I scanned their boots, trying to catch a glimpse of a possible wand.

"Oh, C'mon!" I huffed, which earned a few stares.

I thought about screaming the name 'Tom Riddle" or "Voldemort" because from what I learned from my mom's diary entries, he was pretty evil.

I couldn't do that, though. He was defeated ages ago. I doubted anyone would know what I was talking about, and/or would look at me strangely.

I suddenly stood up and started walking. I wasn't getting anything done by just sitting there. I walked down the streets of London, doing my best to not look lost, when I felt my sweatshirt being pulled by the hood.

I struggled for a few seconds, but gave up. I decided to save my strength in case I needed to fight. I was thrown to the ground roughly.

"Oh yeah, this one'll be perfect," a gruff voice said from over me.

I looked around and tried to gather myself while taking in my surroundings. I was in a small, dark alley, with three guys around me.

The one closest to me looked younger, while the other two behind him were way older.

They seemed to be in an argument. I only caught a few words.

"...I want to do it!"

"...did it last time!"

"...too young!"

Before I had time to comprehend what they were saying, one of them grabbed me. He wore an evilish grin.

"Oh yeah, you're all mine," he said. I squirmed while he started to slowly take off my sweatshirt

(Ugh, sorry. This part makes me super uncomfortable to write)

When he started with my shirt, a miracle happened. Someone yelled, "MOBILICORPUS"

And the man flew into a brick wall.

"CONFUNDUS!"

One of the older men stopped and looked around, like he forgot where he was.

"STUPIFY"

The last man froze and fell.

I quickly turned around and saw a tall figure at the end of the alley. They had a beautiful brown wand in their hand.

They turned to me.

"OBLIV--"

"WAIT!" I screamed. "Please, I need help."

YES I'M SORRY IT'S SHORT BUT PLEASE VOTE/COMMENT/SUBSCRIBE