Pulling closed the emerald green curtains from her bed, Astoria breathed a sigh of relief. She was was so glad to be back at Hogwarts. She absolutely HATED her home, and her father. She lived alone in a big empty house with only her father for company. Astoria was ashamed to say it, but she hated her father with a passion. 

  Her father had a bad habit of getting drunk, and then hitting Astoria. The only person she'd told was her best friend, Katria. It had taken a while, but eventually her boyfriend Draco had figured it out as well. Telling him that she'd fallen off a broom or had tripped down the stairs, no longer fooled him when she showed up at Hogwarts with a black eye, or a cut on her face. Draco had even offered to tell his father what was going on, and see if something could be done. But Astoria had begged him to keep quiet, she wanted to deal with this herself. And to his credit, Draco had managed to keep his mouth shut.

  Astoria was just happy to be back at Hogwarts, the Slytherin Dormitory was her home, and the students her family. Right now all she had to show from spending the summer at her house was a cut on her cheek from her father's ring and a cut lip. 

 A loud tap on the door to her dormitory caused Astoria to jump, and hit her head on the top of her bed. She half expected her father to come storming in, but then she heard Draco's voice,"Astoria, are you alright? Are you coming to dinner? Let's go!"

  Rolling off the bed, Astoria ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself presentable.  She was home now, and didn't have to worry about seeing her father for a few months. Opening the door, she smiled at him, "Then let's go."