Moonlight filtered through the trees, dappling the ground in a blinding blaze. I continued to walk, hood upon my shoulders, the cool autumn breeze blowing my hair.

As I walked leaves crunched behind me, and I stopped in my tracks, knowing exactly who was there.

"Morgan," said the person, there voice hoarse. I turned to see a figure lit up by the glow of the moon, there robes blowing around them.

"Go home," I said, eyes flashing in the darkness. The figure ignored me, but there voice grew stronger.

"Morgan." This time the voice was steady, and finally rage overtook me and like a snake I struck hard, and the figure collapsed to the ground.

When I looked down it was my father, writhing in pain, gasping for breath until he disappeared completely.

...

I awoke in cold sweat, a harsh wind rattling the dorm room windows. I rolled over as I checked my alarm clock; six a.m.

On a Saturday, all because of this same stupid dream I've been having over and over for the past week.

The rest of my dorm mates (Steph, Gwen, and Kendall) were all still asleep, and I got up quietly and got ready for the day, as I always did.

When they awoke I'd be gone.

A week had passed since James had done the deed of revealing my secret, and besides Halloween looming over the horizon, I was the talk of the school.

Hooray. 

I don't really know how I feel about it all; I'm still wrapping my head around all of what's happened.

All I can really remember is James's shaky voice as he read my life's story to the whole common room, and how I broke his arm.

I mean he got what he was asking for.

To be honest I was just so overtaken by rage, seeing him there, humiliating me, I forgot to stop him. Then I broke his arm, single handed, which was the one thing my father had ever taught me when he did it too myself once, a long long time ago.

But it still hurts.

As I tied my hair into a ponytail I took a deep breath, a small smile tugging on my face.

I couldn't stop thinking about how James had squealed like a little girl when I broke it.

Truth is, I am furious with James. And sad, that my Dad had to make this is so hard for me. And embarrassed about what things were read out loud, about how I had lied and hidden my secrets for so long.

But I knew one thing.

I was as sure as heck not ashamed.

And after three days of hanging outside after classes, away from people and with the trees, I came to a conclusion. I was not going to hide from my father.

I was still going to go to HCT, because I liked it, and Steph, no matter how much it hurt me, was not my friend anymore.

Let them whisper. I wasn't going to care.

It was almost a relief; James unraveling everything that I had so carefully protected for my whole Hogwarts life; and now I was free.

Don't get me wrong; the wound was still raw. Steph's betrayal hurt worse than everything, especially the fact that she hasn't apologized and had planned this ahead of time.

And the whispers weren't fun either, and I don't know if I'll ever be ready to forgive Steph, let alone James.

Looking back, I now understood. The reason why I was so ashamed, so secretive, it all came back to my father. But now I felt even stronger than before.

I grabbed my book bag and silently slipped out of my dorm room, stopping as I looked down on Steph's sleeping face.

With a smirk I took her glasses, (which she was ashamed of) and hung them from the bed post before hiding her contacts under her bed, forcing her to wear her glasses to class.

If James wanted my bad side, if he wanted a fight, he could have it.

I pushed open the dorm room and slammed it behind me, waking all three girls.

Be careful what you wish for James.

...

The halls of Hogwarts were empty except for the occasional Slytherin lurking in a corner, and the howling of the wind rattled the windows, bending the trees outside backwards.

When I entered the Great Hall I looked up at the ceiling reflecting the weather, and saw rain beginning to pound the windows like bullets, determined to break the protective shield.

I said a quick thanks to a passing house elf for the meal they made today and then headed over to where the  HCT people sat.

I no longer wanted to hang out with toxic people like Steph.

I pulled out my book, If we're Talking Twisters, (Mum had sent me a few more in a package yesterday. I haven't told her about James yet. I didn't want to worry her.) and began to read and eat, feeling Mconagall's eyes on me.

I had told her about what had happened in an anonymous letter, not mentioning James's name, (I might be mad but I'm not a snitch) but I bet she had figured out it was me.

She had already known the truth about my Dad because of one reason; she had arrived at my house to explain further to my Dad about magic in the middle of one of their huge fights.

Not knowing what to do I had explained to her through sobs what was happening, and ever since she had been a sort of outlet to me.

Anyway, I continued to eat my breakfast, ignoring the chatter that built on as students and teachers filled the room for their morning meals, owls swooping to drop off news and letters.

That's when James walked in, Steph arm and arm with him, his crew behind him. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he sat down at his table with Steph, his crew (my heart squeezed tightly) and Gwen.

Gwen had abandoned me ever since she found out the truth about my Dad.

She didn't want to be associated with the "sympathy card."

They were all throwing me glances, Steph's eyes narrowed like a lioness.

At that moment Mia swooped down in front of me and I payed he three shillings and grabbed the Daily Prophet from her beak.

I took  a sip of my orange juice, trying to ignore the fact that most people were avoiding me, not wanting to be associated with the weirdo.

Whispers seemed to fly like spells around me, and I felt my heart prick self consciously.

"She broke James arm!"

"Did you hear about what James did to her? Read her diary out loud!"

"Her father left because of her? How sad."

Anger bubbled up inside of me and I closed my book and stood up. How dare they talk about me while I'm right there. The Gryfindor table grew hushed.

"If your going to talk about me, I know a real nice place where you can do it without anyone hearing you," I said loudly, satisfaction crawling inside of me as James lowered his head in shame.

I tossed my book bag over my shoulder and gave one of the gossiping girls a sarcastic finger wave. "Try the third hallway by the Hufflepuff entrance."

Then with one last glance at Steph I walked out of the Great Hall, heading to the one place where I was never found, but not before giving Professor Mconagall a tiny nod.

She nodded back, and as I left I could've swore there was a glint of pride in her eyes.