Alder and I walked into my bedroom. He looked around. "Nice place," he murmured.

"It's alright." Alder sat down on my bed and I followed him. He stared at me. "What do you wanna do?"

"Well, I want to hear your singing voice again," he suggested. I blinked. "C'mon," he said. "It's not bad, it's unique." I stared at my boyfriend.

"Well, Okay then..." I walked over to the radio on my desk. My room revealed nothing about about my magic. My wall had Queen posters on it. There was a bookshelf that held no magic themed books. You could walk into my room and just assume I'm a muggle. Before pressing play on the radio I checked what CD was in it. It was empty so I walked over to a shelf in the desk and opened it. I found a CD. I smiled. I put in and pressed play. As 'Shot through the heart and you're to blame' played on the speaker, I turned to Alder. "My mother played and still plays this on repeat since my dad left," I said. Alder looked at me.

"The song is called 'You Give Love A Bad Name'..." he commented. I looked away.

"Yeah, I guess." He walked over.

"Sully, remember what I said..." I glanced at him.

"I know... I know should tell more people.... I just.... can't. You probably think I'm childish for still being affected by it all these years after." Alder shook his head.

"No. You're not childish. If I'm perfectly honest, you've taken it better than I thought someone could for it happening when you were six." Alder smiled slightly. "I'm still a mess because of my abusive father."

"I hope this doesn't open old wounds but... your one is still ongoing." If Alder was hurt by that statement he didn't show it. I hadn't even noticed the song had finished and now the radio was playing 'It's My Life'.

"That is true... but McGonagall told me she's gonna do something about it. So... my one might end soon. Do you think telling me about the divorce will help you let it go? Me telling you about the abuse helped me a bit." I didn't answer right away, I walked over to the radio and changed the CD. I also turned the volume down and closed my door.

"Just so Mom can't hear me..." I sat down on the bed. I looked at the ground. "When I was born, I've been told, I made my father smile.. when I was around three is when the problems started. My mother and father started fighting over things I couldn't yet comprehend. I heard words like 'if you don't stop...!', 'try me woman!' I was confused, my father had never been that rude to my mother before, and she must've sensed a change too before she whisked me into my bedroom before continuing the 'civil disagreement' as she called it.  It just continued getting worse over the next few years-" my voice started wobbling "-u-until f-finally when I-I was s-six, the catalyst happened, Z-Zane, in a drunken night o-out w-with a-a few friends, s-slept with another woman-" Alder's eyes widened but I didn't see them in the growing pool of water on my floor "-a-and then, Z-Zane l-left m-my-" I squeaked and Alder wrapped his hands around me. "Z-Zane l-left m-my..." I tried saying again. "Z-Zane l-left m-my l-l-l-l-" Alder hugged me tighter.

"Shhhh. It's okay, I'm here...." I didn't hear him. I was too busy crying into his shoulder.