I know, my computer is exceeding stupid at times...

I had that nightmare again. The nightmare I've had since I can remember. My Uncle, coming towards me, his cane raised. It striking down on me, while I scream to stop. I wake up, shaking and crying. I rubbed my arms, as if he has actually done that. Rolling my sleeves up, I looked at the bruises, a range of colours, purple, blue, green, brown and yellow. I gently trace my scars, scars I know will not heal. I touch my burns, burns that let a tidal wave of bad memories back into my mind. They're still sore, and they still hurt. The bloody cane of my Uncle's really needs to be taken away from him. It hurt's me, it hurts about a million and one people. There surely must be something in the Ministry Laws about Child Abuse. Oh Blow, I forgot Uncle is in the Ministry. I heard footsteps outside my door, and it gently opened and Remus put his head round.
'Baylee? What's up?' he asked, coming in and sitting next to me.
I told him about my nightmare. He put his arms round me. I put my head against his chest, nestling my head into his shirt.
'How long have you had this?' he asked gently.
'Since I can remember.' I sniffled.
I felt his arms round me tighten.
'Let's see your arms then.' he said finally.
I rolled my sleeves up again and he gently took hold of one and looked at all the marks. He looked back into my face.
'Oh Baylee.' he said, hugging me tight again.
He rocked me, stroking my hair, and I soon fell asleep once more.

I looked at the moon, the moon that tomorrow would be full, wondering how Baylee was doing. I had Uncle question me, and I said, as Baylee would have
'What are you, The Wizengamot?'
I stormed off to my room. Somehow, imitating Baylee, almost made me feel closer to her. I gave a small smile.
'Wow. Didn't think you had it in you.' said a voice.
I looked to see Draco peering at me.
'Stupid as it sounds, I almost feel closer to Baylee if I imitate her.' I said.
I got into bed, and lay there, and soon fell asleep.