A/N: This is a first for me. I decided to try a different character for once. I picked Marcus because I have been reading allot of stories based on him and wanted to try my hand at one of my own. I hope every one likes it. Just a note, This has nothing to do with the books. I guess it could be considered a AU in some aspects. Please leave reviews and let me know what you think. Any ideas throw them at me and I'll see what I can do with them. I do not own anything Harry Potter but would not mind If I was lended Marcus, Blaise or Draco lol.

Prologue:

Marcus Flint sat in his room down in the dungeons thinking about his life thus far. He was a year 7 Slytherin and Captain of their Quidditch team. He knew he was not the best looking guy out there, Black hair that was a little thick and came down to right below his eyes. His eyes were a crimson blue, and his teeth were a little crooked and the feature that he hated the most. He knew there was no possible way he would be graduating this year, so he already gave up on concentrating in his classes.

He had very few friends, being on ones own was something he learned early in life. Trust no one and do not get close to many. His only real friends would have to be a couple 6 years. Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini. They were also as quiet as he was and really did not stand on any ones side when it came to the Dark Lord.

His home life was just as bad as his school one. His mother has been married and widowed more times then he would think could be possible in his short life. His father was the only man she was ever married to that was still alive. Alive but far from sane.

When ever Marcus would do the slightest thing wrong his mother would get ahold of his father and he would have to endure a beating, each worse then the one before. His father would always say "You are getting older and should be able to handle more pain."

Marcus tried his best to not return home on holiday's or vacations. Pretending to be sick and staying in the hospital wing at Christmas and other holidays. Summer was always hardest, no matter what he tired he would always end up back home.

One thing he took comfort in was being single. Never having to worry about a girl wanting all his attention. He could concentrate on Quidditch. He was not as experienced as some of the other Slytherins claimed to be, but he never heard any complaints from his conquests.

He had so many bruises and scars on his body from his father he never wanted to try and explain them to a girlfriend. Those he did sleep with never really saw to much of him when they had sex. He would keep on as many clothes as possible and left as soon as he was finished. Staying out of a relationship was the one thing Marcus did somewhat regret. Sometimes he would think what it would be like to have someone want him for more than one time. Want to be around him and talk about all the things on their minds. He was getting lonely but did not want to ever be vulnerable.