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Chapter 4


Phoenix woke earlier than any of the girls in her dorm the next morning. She quickly got up, grabbed her clothes and went to shower. As the warm water washed over her scarred body, Phoenix thought about the past few weeks. The man named Remus had told her that he was her godfather and he wanted to take her away from the pain in her life. Phoenix knew to always submit to older men, so she followed. He hadn't tried to even touch her, not once. Then he had taken her to her family house, which was occupied by him and a big black dog when she arrived, but had filled quickly. The Weasley family had come, the twins had tried to befriend her, but she didn't trust them, just like she didn't trust their father, or brothers. Molly was nice, but still, she felt that getting to close to anyone would be disaster.

She had gotten on the train, something that she didn't really think would happen, she just thought she'd board the ship like always. Fred and George had actually stuck up for her, that was new, and they hadn't wanted to do anything. That Neville was shady though. What had he wanted? Why hadn't he just let her be like everyone else did?

Getting out of the shower, Phoenix dressed and looked at her face in the mirror. She hated her grandfather for what he had done to her. Her face had five deep scars marring it, one going from her eyebrow to her chin, and then the rest on her cheeks and forehead. There was no makeup that this could cover that. Phoenix combed her hair in a part to the side and styled it up, looking at the affect. But, there was no way that she would show her face like that. Finally, she fixed the part down the middle and let it fall down her face. There was just no way for her to look like her beautiful mother, or like the women in her father's family. She lifted her chin and looked at the scar that ran across her throat.

That had been a fun night, she thought sarcastically. She had been walking the grounds of Durmstrang when one of the boys a few years above her had asked her to lay on the ground, and fight him. It was known around the school what she would do. The headmaster had told the older boys that if they watched her they could do what they wanted with her. The boy hadn't liked how she fought, and had hit her many many times. Finally, when he was done, he had slit her throat, so she would remember him. One person had come to her rescue, and had fixed her, leaving another scar. Phoenix wished that she had died.

She left the washroom with just enough time to dodge the crowd. She hurried to her dorm and grabbed her bad. Then she was off to the Great Hall, but before she could get to the portrait hole she was blocked by Fred, George and Lee. They walked with her to the Great Hall, telling her that it was their job to make sure that no one bothered her. She put her head down and followed, only to be flanked by the three. She sighed and allowed them to involve her in the conversation, giving them a weak smile to their jokes.

"Phoenix, come on." The twin to her left said, taking her bag from her and allowing her to go in before them. "It will be fun. We can get a few dung bombs from our stash, and just toss them in the Prefect bathroom. It's classic. It's just what you need." She looked at them skeptically.

"Yeah," She said, "that's just what I need. To get in trouble. I don't think so. I've had my fill of headmasters." She said, taking a seat at the very end of the house table.

"Come on." The other twin said. "Your father would have done it." That only intensified the look.

"And look where that got him." She said, helping herself to some food.

"Yeah, walking around as a dog all the time." The other one said.

"What?" both she and Lee said.

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Chapter 5


Phoenix was shocked. She had just been pulled away from the Great Hall and hauled into an empty room. So her father had been by her all summer? Well, there you go, another man that couldn't be trusted.

She made her way back to the Great Hall, just in time to get her class schedule. When Professor McGonagall saw her with the twins she gave a very rare smile and hurried to her.

"Well, what did I tell you, Miss Black?" She said, putting a tentative hand on the girl's shoulder. Phoenix felt herself cringe. "They will take fine care of you." With that she handed over the schedule and proceeded on.

As Phoenix walked to class, observing the pictures that moved, and of course, seeing the people stare and point at her. She was used to that, who else had giant scars going from not only her eye and throat, but also one going diagnally across her lips. There were stories everywhere on her body. Every scar had their own story, every one of them was from years of unimaginable abuse.

Classes turned out to be a lot better than the classes at Durmstrang. Her potions class was one of her favorite, the teacher knew what he was talking about, and he didn't bother with the, 'if you do it like this then you will get almost the same result'. Like she had at Durmstrang. She knew what she was to do with these things. She had never had any friends, so she had plenty of time to practice, and research, and read. She was above most people in most of her classes, and was praised silently by the potion's master, Professor Snape.

By the end of the day, Phoenix was more used to the stares of her classmates. They were still staring openly at her, not even bothering to hide what they were looking at. She just kept her head down and a great distance between herself and anyone.

Sitting by the fire, very late that night, Phoenix got the time to think of her father. The dog at that house had been her father? How was that possible. Fred and George had explained that he was an animagus, but still. Why didn't he reveal himself to her? He was supposed to be her father, but he wasn't acting like it. Standing up, Phoenix decided to do something about her total confusion.

She grabbed a quill from her bag and some parchment. She sat at a table and put quil to parchment. With in minutes she was done, the letter was done and she was ready to hand it to Fred and George to send it off. It read,

Dearest Father,

If I can call you that. I want you to know, that you ruined my life. You are a murderer, even if you did not kill those people, you killed my mother, and you killed me. Because of you, I am the way I am. Why would you never reveal yourself to me? Why would you do that to me?

Sincerely,

Your daughter, Phoenix.

She had signed it with a flair. She wanted her father to know what he had done, and she wanted him to feel guilt, remorse. She put the letter in her bag and went to bed, prepared to have it sent out the next day, prepared for the letter that she would get in return.

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Chapter 6


Molly sat down at the table in the kitchen of the House of Black with a thud. That girl, Phoenix, had really gotten to her. What had she meant by, 'you'd be surprised.' ?

Thinking back, Molly recalled everything about the poor girl. She had so many scars, some that she hid, some that she just couldn't. But the worst thing about her, the darling, was her eyes. They had absolutely no life in them, nothing. She appeared to just accept everything as it came. All that Molly wanted to do was help her.

She remembered looking at the scar on the girl's neck and almost crying out loud. Someone had tried to kill her. Then there were all those superficial scars. They just added to the beast nature that she saw in the poor girl's grandfather.

Fred and George had tried to befriend her, but that had scared her off, reinforcing the idea that had imbedded itself inside her head when she had seen the scared little girl. Molly couldn't imagine her sweet little Ginny going through anything that that girl had, and that broke her heart. Ginny had been possessed by the darkest wizard of her time, but she wasn't a shell of a person, like Phoenix was.

There was a beautiful girl, under those scars, but there was no way to get that girl out of her. She wasn't about to come out anytime soon, if ever. She wasn't going to believe in anyone that wasn't herself and she certainly wasn't going to trust any man that walked near her.

As Molly sat at the table, the owner of the house walked in, grumbling about his crazy house-elf. Molly looked at him and indicated he sit, levitating some food over for him.

"Sirius, we need to talk." She said to the man. He nodded and sat across from her. "Did you even talk to your daughter when she was here?" Molly asked very bluntly.

"How could I?" He asked, grabbing a biscuit and chomping into it. "She was in hiding the entire time."

"You didn't see anything with her face?" She asked, prodding him on. Sirius gave her a funny look. "She's clearly been beaten, quite a few times." She said forcefully. Sirius stopped eating. "And I think that at least once someone tried to kill her." This looked to be a blow to Sirius.

"What do you mean, tried to kill her?" He asked, the biscuit half way to his lips.

"I mean just that, Sirius." she said. "It looks like someone tried to slit her throat." Sirius looked physically ill. "You didn't see that?"

"I can't see anything with that hair in my eyes. And she didn't come out when I wasn't a dog."

"Why not have revealed yourself?" She asked, grabbing the food away. Sirius looked like a puppy that had just been smacked with a paper.

"Well," He started, slowly. "To be honest, I didn't want to see her." He said bluntly.