Relaxation at Hogs Head

[dawn]

Closing the door behind her, Dawn left her Quidditch room. She just got done flying a few rounds around her pitch and a short practice. She was quite bored and didnt know what to do with herself. Wandering her way down her spiral stair case she found herself in her kitchen. Going into her refrigerator she took out a bottle of water and walked out to her back porch. Slidding her glass door to the side she stepped outside onto the wood floor. Closing the door behind her she looked off out to her back yard. A huge grove of trees, hills, and flowers grazed her eyes as they skimmed the grasses. The sun wasnt even high in the sky, as it wasnt even noon.
Taking a breath of fresh air, she took a sip of her water and started to think again what she was going to do for the day ahead of her. Crossing her arms a warm breeze flew over her as her long blonde hair danced slightly in the wind. With a deep inhale she blinked and turned to walk back into her house.

Opening the door and closing the door for herself she stepped into her kitchen and put her water on the counter top and walked into her living room. Grabbing a dark green book marked V1, she walked towards her fireplace. Grabbing a hand full of floo powder she threw it into the fire as her voice said, "Hogs Head." and she was gone in a *poof*

With a second *poof* Dawn arrived at the wizarding pub in Hogsmeade. Walking out of the fireplace, Dawn dusted off her grey skirt and her pumpkin colored shirt as she walked over to a table by the window. Sitting down she put the book on the table as she glaced at the other people in the pub. A few Slytherins she knew were also sitting around, amongs a few wizards and witches. Turning back to her own table she looked out the window and took in how Hogsmeade had hardly anyone in it. 'odd.' she thought to herself as she quickly turned her head to a man standing at he table. "Bout ye?" he said as Dawn looked at him. "Butterbeer, and ham sandwich." she said as she made a movement with her hand to *sheww* him away. The man walked away as Dawn slid her dark green book in front of her. 'Quidditch Through The Ages' the title read.

Dawn was a huge Quidditch fan. She had read this book from the inside out, from cover to cover, and the history of quidditch still never seemed to phase her as 'boring.' with a grin to herself she put her hair behind her ear as she opened the book to read it yet again. A few pages, Dawn went through as a butterbeer and a plate showned up at her table. The man grunted something as Dawn merely narrowed her eyes at him. She knew who he was. A squib, thats all. Dawn didnt give him a second look as she put a book mark in her book and pushed it to the side. Slidding her plate and butterbeer closer towards her she opened the bottle of butterbeer first and took a sip.

The feeling of fuzzy warmth filled her as she set her bottle down. Going for her sandwich she split in half, she began to eat. Glancing out the window she heard the clock of Hogsmeade chime. 'noon.' she thought as she turned her wrist and looked at her watch. 'bout time people should arrive. This place is extremely deserted.' she thought as she kept eating.

(( ;D No one needs to reply to this. As I bet you saw Im leaving. I was just bored out of my mind and I needed to post something. ))

[dawn]

A few minutes passed as Dawn finnished her sandwich. She was in a bad mood, all for the reason of bordum. She had no one to talk to. Her brother was out, her father was working, her mother never there. Dawn was deffinatly in the mood to do something irrash and she didnt care where.
Pushing her plate forward she grabbed her book and butterbeer. Pushing her seat back her think black shoes shown from under the table, with knee hight grey socks. Standing up she walked towards the bar where the man who served her stood.

With a grunt the man said something to her. "Imbicile! Put it on my tap!" she roared as she took her butterbeer by the top and slamed it off the bar counter top. Shirds of glass flew everywhere as the remaining amount of butterbeer dripped on to the wooden floor. Holding the broken bottle up she said, "This will be you, you Squib if you do not treat a McGrogan with Respect! You Should Know Bloody Hell, Better than to disrespect me, of All People in this Bloody world!" Dawn roared with anger as she threw the broken bottle against the wall behind the large over sized man. He stood with a glare in his eyes stairing down at her, whipping a glass clean. With slight lower if his head he acted like he was defeated. With but a quick reflex he threw the glass he had in his hands right at Dawn.

Narrowing her eyes she suddenly saw his action and covered her face with her left forarm. The glass broke as it collieded with her arm. Dawn, bitting her tonge took in the pain. A few peices of glass flew into her hair, too. With a quick reflex Dawn's Right arm flew from under her left and punched the man in the nose. "BLOODY HELL YOU SQUIB! WATCH YOUR BACK!" she roared as she glared at what she did to him.

The pub was silent, as the man and Dawn were both bloodied up quite bad, Dawn being worse. Still fuming with anger Dawn went into her pocket and grabbed out the exact amount of galleons and sickles she needed to pay off her sandwhich and drink and put it on the counter top. Grabbing her book with her right hand, she looked at that man, "Never mind, I'll pay for it now." she said in a normal voice, but you could tell she was holding back from yelling. Turning around she walked towards the door of the pub with her left arm, bent at her waist. Closing the door behind her, Dawn walked down the street of Hogsmeade. When she was fair amount of distance away from the pub she went towards a bench and sat down. Setting her book next to her, she moved her arm around so that she could see the damage.

Her arm was quite bloody, that if she looked back you could see dropps of blood in the rocks. Bitting her lip in agony she picked out a few peices of glass in her many cuts. Leaning back on the bench she took a breath and thought to herself, 'who would have thought the, wreched squib would retailate. but who would of thought i would too.' Dawn took a deep inhale as she tryed to mask the pain. Looking down to her side, it was lined with blood, as she held her arm at rest. "Great Another Shirt Ruined!" she mumbled to herself as she glanced over to her book at her side, and saw it was ruined also by stains of blood.

[dawn]

Shaking her head she looked up to a few people who walked in front of her and glanced at her. "Imbicile." she mumbled as she stood up from the bench. Holding her left arm at her side she walked up the street leaving her book behind. 'It had blood stains on it, ruined. No used saving it. ' She thought as she walked up the street.

Passign a few stores she arrived at The Three Broom sticks. Reaching for the door knob the door swung open to her. Jumping back ward, she glared at the people walking out. A small girl held her mother's hand as she looked at Dawn and her bloody arm. 'Mummy she is hurt.' the girl said as her mom stopped. 'Oh dear, do you need help?' she asked as she stopped and waited for Dawn's answer. Looking up to the caring woman Dawn said, "No Im fine, but thanks." she said as she turned and walked into the pub. The woman stood outside the door and watched Dawn walk away. A look of worry over came her as she looked down at her daughter and walked away.

The bright colored wood was a major difference than Hogs Head. Making her way though tables to the fireplace, she got there safely. Reaching over to the floo powder container she threw the powder into the Fire place. "McGrogan manor." she said in a trembling tone as she left in a *poof*

With a second *poof* she arrived in her living room Fireplace. With a sigh of relif she walked into her kitchen. Quinn was not there. Dawn blinking her eyes, went to the the door her father opened once before, when Cedric was over and he was hurt. Opening that same door she got out the same vile her father did. Opening it she drank the rest of the container. Her stomach started to turn as her arm felt numb. Dawn's legs gave out as she fell to the ground. On her kitchen floor Dawn layed there lifeless and alone.

"Bloody hell." Dawn thought a she rolled over on to her back. Slowly opening her eyes she noticed she was on her kitchen floor. "Dear Merlin!" she said as she quickly sat up. Turning her head to her clock it read 4:57. She was laying there for quite awhile. The first thought that came in her head was, 'Why didnt Quinn wake me.' but she stood up and noticed her father sitting at the table behind her. "Dawn Are you alright?" he asked as she looked off the top of the paper he was reading. "Yes fine." she said slightly angered as she went to the stairs. "Good." her father said as Dawn walked away

Reaching the thrid floor, Dawn still felt sick to her stomach. Reaching the top stair Dawn directed herself to her bathroom. At a quick pace she made it just in time. Dawn leaned over in her bath room as she threw up. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as her eyes closed in pain.

A few minutes passed as Dawn was found sittting curled up in the corner of her hallway. Her knees were to her chest as she had her arms wrapped around them and her head Down. Dawn was sit to her stomach. She had so many thoughts running though her mind she didnt know what to do. She felt alone and unwanted and at the same time wanted. She was confused but at the same time self awaire. Dawn lifted her head slightly as you could see she has been crying. A few tears still in her eyes and a few rolled down her cheeks. With a sniff she pulled herself up and walked towards her room.

Reaching her door she slamed it shut behind herself. Going to her bed she sat down. Undressing herself she put on black boxer shorts and a white t shirt as she lyed back in her bed and curled up next to her body pillow. Putting her head on her pillow she begain to cry. She wasnt crying because of her fight, or her arm, she was crying because she was confused and alone. She wanted to be with a friend, but no one was around. She wanted a hug, but she knew the one that was willing to give her one was miles away. With a sniffle she begain to cry again.

Hugging her pillow with all might her tryed to hide her tears as she heard a knock on her door.

[dawn]

Dawn was hugging her pillow and wasnt about to let go. She didnt want to talk or see who ever was behind her door. She didnt speak to who it was. Buring her face deeper into her body pillow, she heard her bed room door close. Turning her head slightly to the left, she saw her house elf Quinn standing at her bed side. He was setting up a tray of food for her. He didnt know she was looking at him. He turned around and walked towards Dawn's door as he closed it softly trying not to disturb her.

Quinn was aways loyal to her family. Dawn had no reason ever to yell at him. He was very helpful for her father and herself. Sitting up, Dawn put her blanket over her shoulders to keep her warm. Dawn's eyes were watery still, but the food looked good too eat on her now- empty stomach. Pushing her body pillow aside, she sat at her bed side, with her feet dangling off the side. Looking at the stand, it had her favorites- the things she only ate when she was down. She adored Quinn for this. He was alway reliable. Picking up a glass of Ginger Ale- a small peice of parchment sat under it. Dawn opened it.

Mestr Don,
I saww u un dha grund. u feuhr old me nut oo ake u. i ad oo talc oo dha uher fames buut u feuhrs busnis. ope dhis elps oo.

Quinn.

Quinn didnt know how to write, of course he was a house elf. But he knew a few things and that was good enought, Dawn understood his letter. It said, "Master Dawn, I saw you on the ground. Your father told me not to wake you. I had to talk to the other families about your father's business. Hope this helps you. - Quinn"
Dawn put the note aside as she picked up a frosted cookie and layed back down in bed.

Dawn didnt know what came over her, she was so emotional. She never was like this. She needed a hug and her body pillow wasnt helping. Rolling over to her side, Dawn heard her father yell down stairs. 'He must have someone over.' she thought. 'Someone must have not followed through with their work.' Dawn said as she rolled her eyes. Her father was a very powerful man, you do not disobay his orders. She liked having a powerful family- but then again she didnt. It was a gift and a curse.

Dawn's eyes began to fill up with tears again as she took a breath. Slowly they rolled down the side of her face, and on to her pillow behind her head. Dawn needed a friend and well. No one could help her. It was just a time where she wanted to be alone- but with someone. She felt empty inside. She was such a complex person! She couldnt even understand herself. One moment she could be fuming with anger- the next bawling her eyes out. Dawn bottled up emotion. That was her weakness, but she couldnt change that. Her 'friends' tell her that, they point it out to her. But it doesnt do her any good. She knows whats wrong with her. But she doesnt know how to change it!

Dawn sat up in bed. Being locked in her room wasnt the best thing for her. Walking over to her closet- she lifted up her left hand as she looked for something new to wear. 'Damn!' she thought as she looked at her arm. The wound was gone- but pain was still there. 'It should be healed soon.' she thought as she let her left hand fall at her side, and her right hand do all the work.

A few minutes later- Dawn emerged from her bed room, dressed in a totally different ensemble. Her hair was down. She wore her glasses over her eyes. She wore dark jeans with black boots with a inch heel. She also wore a long sleeve red shirt with a black vest over top. It would tide her over- from the autum air outside. Her wand, neatly in her pocket undetected.

Walking softly, Down her stairs- she didnt want to disturb her father. Reaching her first floor, Dawn turned and walked into her living room- where her fireplace was. Two men, Dressed in Dark cloaks stood at Dawn's door, and one at Dawn's fireplace. They had their wands at the ready as they saw Dawn walk into the room. They were her father's body guards. 'minutemen' you could say. Their names were not known by many- but they were like uncles to Dawn, except they didnt talk to her unless she was in danger. Nodding her head towards them she walked into the fireplace with floo power in hand. "Hogsmeade Library!" she said as she threw the powder down- and vanished from the room.

Dawn appeared in a very stocked library. Dawn loved to read. As much as it seemed 'not her' she did. It was 6:00, as Dawn looked at a massive clock. It was begining to look dark outside. Walking up about four flights of stairs, Dawn reached the top floor in the Hogsmeade Library. It was a nice place to visit when she needed to. Walking into a section called 'Muggle' Dawn found a book called, "Romeo and Juliette by Shakespeare" She read many books by the man, Shakespear. She read, Hamlet, Julius Caesar, King Lear, and Macbeth- all written by the same muggle writter. She was a fan of his style writting. Pulling this book out- it seemed to have a few decades of dust on the top. Blowing it off- Dawn walked over to an empty chair, drapped in fabric, as she opened it and began to read.

[dawn]

Sitting in her own solitude she began to read the book. It was filled with words from old world. She knew very well no one ever spoke such words that were inside of these hardback pages- but it was only words used by old world writters to see more, 'individual'. Reading pages after page- Dawn understood it all. She was quiet a smart girl. She adored to learn. Not many people knew that about her. The McGrogan family was filled with duds and scholars, Dawn seemed to be following the correct path, Who knows about Aden.

Hours passed, and Dawn finnally finnished the book. Reading the last line repeatively, "For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Pausing for a moment, she closed the book. The room was colder than how it was when she first arrived. The night must have been falling into a deeper sleep than assumed.

The book Dawn had in her hands was suddenly flung across the room. It hit a wall full of books, and knocked down three as it hit the ground. Looking back at Dawn, her eyes were as dismal and agonizing as you would imagine hell itself. Clenching her hand to a fist, her knuckles cracked from the hardening of her bones. The book she read made her in an irate mood. She remembered her past when one specific boy. He did her so wrong, she would have rather seen his skin boil then him die a quick death. With a slight grin, of this reoccuring thought- she did see just that.

Dawn was past the point of angry, past the point of menacing, she was even beyond the point of furious, Dawn has made the move past the point of no return. Dawn was destructive. She wouldnt feel pleasent untill she made something or someone feel as horrid as she felt that very moment. It was summer so she wasnt allowed to use her wand, so she went to the next best thing in her view, fire. The fireplace wasnt lit, but she knew very well how to do so. Kneeling down before it, she found a peice of wood, and began doing the old method of 'firemaking'. Only several minutes passed before smoke began to arrise. Waiting a moment, a flame was shown. A sinister look appeared about her, slightly insane. But it was true- if Dawn was ever so disturbed by something beyond a cetain level, she could in fact loose all morality. A direct trait from her father, whom she pictured as a gift and yet a curse.

The flame began to fill the fire to a normal amount. Standing before the fire, Dawn's eyes seemed to loose all feeling, she was just a corpse walking around, as it would seem. Bending down, she took a extra peice of wood, from beside the fire. She placed the tip of it into the flames as the top grabbed the fatal flames. Stepping one step back, the flames seemed to mesmerise her. She stared at them like they were speaking to her. Turning around she took a few more stepps towards a book case. Taking a breath in, she inhaled some of the heat, comming from the fire. She blinked her eyes as she lowed the stick towards the wooden bookcase. Fire began to spread as a look of no feeling covered Dawn's face. Walking, a few more stepps, she lit the next bookcase on fire.

Across the room, flames filled the room. Smoke began to seem think, as Dawn was forced the hunch over, to get out of the flames. Suddenly reality hit her. She was in a room engulfed in flames, with no way out. Dawn began to panic. Then she thought to herself, 'Calm down, you will be fine.' thinkign this repeativily Dawn's breathing feel back to normal as she looked for a way out. All their was, was stairs leading towards the ground level. Hurridly walking towards them, Flames jumped each and every way out at her. Turning towards the stairs she started her way down them, running. Suddenly, the flames chased her downt he stairs, as one stair gave out. "DAMN" she yelled, as she fell hitting the ground.

On the ground, Dawn layed lifeless. She was under the stairs, which were now full of flames. The whole building was covered in an epidemic of fire. All the evil Dawn was filled the building, in the symbol of flames. It seemed as if the catastrophic feelings she was feeling, finally left her and took over the library. Thousands of years of collecting books, all gone in a blink of an eye due to a 16 year old witch's anger.

The flames seemed to make its way towards the ground level where Dawn was. She blinked her eyes once, as her vision fell fuzzy then suddenly black.

[dawn]

Laying on the floor lifeless the building began to collapse around her. Structure beams began to give way as Dawn still was passed out. The third floor began to crumble putting more weight on the second. Book shelves toppled over, origanal ancient documents, burned. This was a soon to be fatal calamity. Dawn layed half away, half asleep as she began to slowly breathe in smoke. Here eyes were 1/3 open as she looked acrossed the blackened floor. 'So, this is how it ends. Ironic. I made it, I die in it.' In her mind she thought in an ignorant way. She didn't actually care her life was soon to be over. She didn't bother to move, nor did she care how anyone else would feel if she died. 'Daily Prophet Head Lines read- A McGrogan Pyro, turned arsonist found dead at the scene of the crime. Oh how father would adore that publicity.' The thought ran over in her mind as the second floor began to creak and collapse in the back rooms. Pulling all of her might, she rolled over on her back, as her eyes fell close and rolled to the back of her head.


Outside, shop owner gathered. All had their wands at the ready but didn't put out the fire. Nearly 15 minutes pass and no one did anything. Aurors were on their way, but were taking too long of a time. A Man, Looked at the time and spoke to a neighbor next to him. "That place has been burning for nearly a half an hour! I wonder if anyone is inside?" The other man looked at him as his eyes widdened. "Who knows. Doesn't someone stay there to make sure no one steals the books?" Looking at each other the first man replied. "I have no idea." Turning and looking back at the fire it seemed as if it could touch the sky. The high flames could be seen from miles away. But still- no move was made to put out the fire.


Inside Dawn was passed out for the third time still. Not knowing she was slowly breathing in smoke, and the last bit of oxygen she had left. If someone would have seen her now she would have looked as if she was already dead. Her heart beat was weak and shallow as the fire began to creep close to her. The Second floor colapsed in a near by room. The structure was weak and at any second Dawn could be smothered by debree and die by loss of oxygen. But little to her knowing, The Aurors finally arrived.


"Do tell me why wno one put this fire out!" The chief spoke to all the on lookers, as one of his league put out the fire with his wand. "We didn't know if a follower of You- Know- Who was inside, and we wanted you to check it out." A woman spoke. "So, you would rather kill a man than save him, of course if their is someone in there. Brigglesment! Go search the inside and see if anyone is still alive." The cheif shouted as he walked away from the crowd. A man, Brigglesment, began to walk into what was left of the library.

Kicking down the front door, it hit the ground as chips of burnt wood fell though the building. Lighting his wand he looked around for someone there. "Anyone here?" He shourted as he walked slowly over piles of black wood. Looking up he noticed that the second floor fell though. He cursed under his breath as he continued searching deeper into the library. "Anyone!?" he shourted as he went to the deepest room he could. No answer. Turing around he heard no one. Retracing his foot steps he walked back into the first room. Making his way towards the door he noticed an odd shape on the floor. It didn't look much like wood as he walked closer. Pushing large peices of wood away, he dug though the fallen wood he felt something soft. Moments later he knew what he found. A young girl- half his age was on the ground. Putting his hand on her neck he paused as he attempted to feel a beat. Nothing. Going to the other side, he tryed. A weak palse but it was something. Putting his arms under her, he picked her up and carrired her outside.

Walking outside of the library Dawn's neck was back, legs and arms limp, and eyes were closed. She had no idea she was out of the library and actually alife. Brigglesment brought Dawn over to a bench and layed her down. Feeling her heart again, he shouted for his Chief to get over to where he was. 'What do yo..." he cut his sentance short as he saw the girl. "That is Dawn McGrogan." He said as he began to dig through a bag he had at his side. Brigglesment looked at the girl's face and finnally recognised her. "She has a palse. but Very weak. Give her the elixer d4." He spoke as he was handed a bottle from his chief. Opening the top of the bottle, he began to pour little by little into Dawn's mouth. Streading her head carefully.

Dawn felt the coolness of liquid run down the back of her throat as she slowly opened up her eyes. Then suddenly she noticed to men wearing Auror robes above her. "Bloody Hell! What in the name of Pureblood do you think you are doing!" Dawn said as she raised her right arm and puched the man beside her in the face. Dawn's eyes fumed as she felt dizzy again and passed back out. Second later, to her at least, Dawn woke up in a hospital bed. Slowly opening her eyes she looked around. 'Oh damn! St. Mungo's!' Dawn thought outraged. Trying to lift up her arms, she felt a restraint. Looking down, Dawn was tied up like a crazy person. She was tied to her bed. "I'll be damned." Dawn spoke shocked as she looked down. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Dawn shouted. "WHY THE HELL AM I TIED UP!" she yelled as a nurse quickly ran into her room. "Miss McGrogan, please stay calm or you will pass out again." she spoke softly and calmly as she walked next to Dawn. "You will be dead and this place called a hospital will be shut down by the end of the day if you do not let me the hell out of this bed!" Dawn shouted at the nurse as he felt dizzy again. And of course- she passed out.

[dawn]

Dawn's eyes began to open little by little as she 'came to'. Looking around the room she saw she was alone. Trying to lift her arms, she was still tied down. "Damn wretched witches." Dawn shot as she layed her head back as she felt defeated. Closing her eyes softly, she started to breath regularly and at her own pace. Opening her eyes again she looked to her left and saw a window. It was mid-day, she guessed. The sun was bright and the sky was clear. 'Of course, its a perfect day when Dawn McGrogan is stuck and strapped down on a gurney in a hospital.' She winced as she moved her back, and felt a wound. Roiling her eyes she knew she was burned. Sighing Dawn layed back as she looked toward her right, out the door way for any sign of life. Dawn hated the fact she was alone, being a lone was the last thing she ever wanted to be. She wanted someone, anyone even the nurse to walk by so she felt like she wasn't the last one in the world. A few rooms away Dawn heard a blood curdling scream. "Dear Merlin!" She said under her breath as she thought, 'At least that is something.' Rolling her head back to its original face up position she closed her eyes and started to fall back asleep.

"Why the hell is she tied up! Untie her at once!" A deep voice exclaimed. The dark tone belonged to Gregory McGrogan, Dawn's father and only parent. "But Mr. McGrogan she punched an Auror. She was a threat to everyone who worked here. She needed to be tied." A woman spoke, who was assumed to be one of the nurses. "I don't care! I am here, and if she punches anyone she is my responsibility." He shot as he stood with his arms crossed across the room from his daughter. The nurse nodded as she walked over to Dawn. She pulled out her wand and tapped her restraints as they un buckled and let Dawn loose. Jumping from her laying down position Dawn grabbed the nurse's wand wrist and held it so tight she could have lost circulation. "Damn half-breed. Told you I would get my way." She growled in a low weak tone. "Dawn." her father spoke with half emotion. He knew Dawn has the right to do what she was doing, so he didn't mind much. Throwing the nurse's wrist away from her, the wand fell out of the girl's hand. In the nurse's eyes there was fear as well as anger, but she had the right to be afraid she was in a room alone with the two most powerful McGrogan's. Walking across the room, the nurse bent down retrieved her wand and left the room.

"Come on, we're leaving." Gregory ordered as he moved his wrist in a way meaning 'motion'. "I need to get changed." Dawn shot still angry at the woman. "Fine." Gregory pointed his wand at a near by chair. A pair of jeans, a normal white top, Dawn's normal running shoes, and a black silk cloak; appeared folded neatly. Looking at the clothes and back to her father she spoke sarcastically, "Nice style." Gregory turned on his heels and walked toward the door, and closed it behind himself. Dawn got changed and buttoned the top button of her cloak. Walking toward the door, she opened it and exclaimed, "They took my wand! Bloody Hell!" Dawn slammed the door behind her as she started down the hall. "I have it, Now hold on to me, I'll take you home." Dawn stopped and turned on her heels. "Give me my wand." She ordered as she put her hand out. "Not until you learn not you use it unless you need it." Dawn growled as she stormed to her father and held his arm. Right before he started to apparate, she snuck her hand into his pocket and secretly took out her wand.

With a pop in the air, The two arrived on their front porch. "Go to your room. You are staying there untill I feel up to talking to you." Gregory ordered in a low over bearing tone as he opened the door. "Do you really think I am going to listen to you Gregory." she shot as she spoke her father's name. "I am 17 and legal. I don't understand why you had to come to my rescue when I very well could have done damn well myself!" She barked as she marched into the entry hallway of the McGrogan manor. Slamming the door behind himself, her father began. "You are my daughter. I brought you into this world I can take you the hell out of it." Gregory took out his wand and pointed it to Dawn's forehead. "You would never kill your own flesh, especially the only one who will in fact carry on your practice. Aden wont, and you know that bloody well! I will be strong, I AM bloody strong! I will be better than you and you want that. You want me to carry on your work. And if you kill me you will have to suffer letting the McGrogan family die simply by a unforgivable." Dawn shouted as she glared into her father's eyes. "Try me Now! Try me you mudblood! Try to kill me!" Dawn egged her father on as she screamed at the top of her lungs at the 30 something man standing at the ready in front of her. Dawn was armed, she could very well fight her father but Dawn was better at manipulation, something she owned and practiced far better than her father. Gregory's hand was stiff and still pointed at his daughter's forehead. "You need to know manners! If you think you are old enough to carry yourself you will have to act like it!" Dawn was now being lifted up into the air about a foot. She felt her father's wand holding her torso and tightening its grip as she gained height. "You will be old enough in my book to carry yourself once you Learn! NEVER tell your enemies what you are thinking! Never let them in your game!" Gregory's wand tightened its grip on Dawn as she started to fall short of breath. Dawn's eyes never left her father's as she glared with him hating him more than she never. Dawn cursed out loud as her father flung his wand toward the upstairs banister. Dawn's body was already weak from the fire, now it was being flung loose in mid air to wards the second floor banister. Her body hit it with full on force as it cracked and fell to the 2nd floor landing. Layng limp for a moment, breathing heavily, she reached for her wand as she heard footsteps. A few moments later Dawn didn't hear anything anymore. Looking up, she couldn't see her father. Pulling herself to her knees, she looked down to the entry hall and saw the kitchen door swinging. Coming to the conclusion he walked away, Dawn leaned back wards on to the stair. Closing her eyes she felt her side with her hands, she was numb. Pulling up her shirt slightly she saw she was raw. Red and burned her father dug deeper into her already inflamed wounds. Pulling herself to her feet, she pointed her wand toward the broken banister. She fixed the wood so it was back to normal and looking perfect. Dawn then climbed the next floor of stairs making it to her third floor bedroom.

About ten minutes later, Dawn layed at her door eyes full of tears but not crying, she wouldn't let herself. She cried the previous day and wouldn't allow herself to cry over nothing, again. She was not weak she was strong. She knew her father was merely proving a point to her but she couldn't let anyone see her weak not even herself. Reaching for the doorknob, Dawn stumbled into her bedroom and walked over to her closet. Pulling a key from a spot between the door frame and the hinge Dawn opened her closet door. Walking to the back she pushed a few boxes of old shoes aside. Kneeling down she inhaled through her teeth as she pushed weight on her brush burned knees. Sucking the pain up, she stuck the key into a hole hardly noticeable to the naked eye. A small door opened and a box was visible. Pulling out the box, Dawn sunk and sat down as she pulled the box toward her. Opening up with another key on the same ring, she pulled the open open. Inside there were about fifteen different bottles. Big ones, small ones, clear ones, and shaded one. Dawn picked a small red bottle up and pulled out the cork. She pulled it to her mouth as she swallowed half of it. This was the same potion she drank the previous day after her fight at Hogs Head, but she had her own in her room, for special circumstances. Closing the box back up, she locked everything she opened. Dawn's face was now emotionless and pale. Her eyes looked weak and tired, where as her body looked like it haven't eaten for days.Dawn felt as bad as she looked but she couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, she had to move.

Walking out of her closet, she took with her a new cloak. Laying that on her bed she walked over to her dresser. Pulling out two different shirts she layed them both on her bed. One was long, a white shirt that had thumb holes for comfort. The other, Dawn was planning to wear over it. It was a dark blue short sleeve shirt with a sewn in green design on the right hip. As Dawn began to change, her arm felt a little sore. Pausing she felt her elbow she it felt limp. "Damn." Dawn spoke as she began to think. "The potion that she takes only works if it is taken within a time limit of the injury. Thinking back she supposed from the time she got out of Hogshead and back home, it was over the amount of time. The potion worked to subdue to pain and fix anything that was broken but it would have to take a longer time to fully heal. Dawn knew that as much of the potion she took, it wouldn't matter. Of course it would help the freshest wounds but her arm would still be weak. Forgetting about the pain she continued to get changed. When she was done, Dawn went to her door and opened it slowly. Across the hall was the Broom room, Dawn's next destination. Tip toeing across the hall she slowly maneuvered into the dark room. Closing the door softly behind herself, she turned to the light and turned it on. The room was laced with broom boxes. In ever box there was a prized broom. Every broom ever made was in the broom, but Dawn was looking for a specific one, her Firebolt. Walking toward the window a black box with a cursive letter D was placed on a table. Dawn opened the box and her black, silver, and green firebolt layed. Grinning for once, something went her way- Dawn pulled it out, and closed the box. Pulling her black hood over her head, she buttoned a few more of her cloak buttons. Moving closer to the window, Dawn pushed it open. Mounting her broom, she layed on it as flat as she could as she slowly flew out of the window attempting to go undetected. In mid air, she pulled out her wand. Pointing it towards the light switch, the light turned off and soon after the window closed. Pocketing her wand, she directed her broom to the sound. She didn't know where she wanted to go, but she wanted to go somewhere; anywhere else. Flying over the Edinburgh hills, Dawn knew she was free for the moment.