Chapter One

That night. The night that changed everything.

I can't breath as I run. Where to was a mystery to me. All I know, is that Dumbledore is not on my side, that I am just a tool. 'I can't go back,' I thought. 'He's going to send me back.' I grip my arm, which was bloody, open wounds covering it, and continued to run until I run into someone.
"Oh Merlin, I sorry, I have too-"
"Potter?"
I look up, and almost faint when I see the Potions master towering above me.

TW: Rape, suicide, self harm, and abuse.
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