Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Chastity Jackson, Chelsey Manson, Echo Quinton, and Faith Manson. Any of the storyline that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.

Chastity POV

"CHASTITY JACKSON GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

I sighed. My name's Chastity. I go by either Chas or CJ. Believe it or not, I'm not a normal human being. I'm a witch. Like I do magic and stuff like that. I go to a wizarding school and everything! But during the summer when I'm not at my school, Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry, I have to stay at home with my uncle. He's abusive and he's an absolute jerk. I went down the stairs and he was standing there. I tensed, preparing for a beating.

"Is your shit packed?" he grumbled, puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

"Yes sir." I mumbled, looking down.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Disrespectful child."

I looked up and clenched my fists. Trying to stay calm. Having a panic attack would be one of the worst things I could do right now. I bit my lip. I just had to endur this for one more night. I was leaving for Hogwarts in the morning. I was in my fifth year. Being at Hogwarts was the best thing for me. Even though I only had three friends, at least all that I had to put up with was teasing.

"Go to your room and you'd better be up on time tomorrow. I will not tolerate being late. You're lucky I even let you go to that wretched school in the first place. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." I replied quietly.

I turned and darted up the staircase. I was shocked I wasn't hit. But it was probably because of what happened last year. He hit my cheek before I left for Hogwarts and my cheek bruised. Because I couldn't do any magic, I was stuck with it. McGonagall saw it and sent me to Madam Pomfrey's. Dumbledore came and they all tried to get me to tell them who had done it to me. I refused to talk. Home would just be worse if I had.

I know that they questioned my uncle about it. He was horrible to me all summer. Walking into my room, I sat down on my bed and sighed.

"Why me." I whispered, "Why me."