A/N: This is my first fanfic!!! I hope you enjoy t, it'll get it gets longer, and I'd looooooooooove some reviews!! Thanks for reading you guys.


"Max, run!" The dark haired man shouted at the young girl standing beside him. A door burst open and a group of people in dark robes burst in. The girl ran for the stairs behind her, hurrying into the dark dingy basement.

Max hid in the basement for what seemed like hours, finally, when the house seemed silent, she climbed the stairs, peaking around the door silently before leaving the basement entirely. She walked back to the room where her father had last been, and saw a tall, elderly man with long shining silver hair and twinkling blue eyes looking at her, standing beside him, surveying the wreckage of the room, was a shorter man was a curtain of black hair, a hooked nose and dark eyes.

"Severus...?" She asked weakly. "Uncle Severus...?"

"Ah, so you are alive." He said shortly, looking her over. "We're afraid your parents aren't so lucky." He told her softly, holding her at an arms length. "We're taking you back to England, pack your things."

She walked over to her room, the door was ripped off the hinges and was lying in splinters on the floor, she stepped over the mangled door and into her room. Her eyes fell to her bed, where they took in the image of her mother, sprawled across her bed, blood soaked...

She opened her mouth and screamed.


"Max!" Someone called from what seemed like very far away. "Max, wake up!"

Maximilienne Pearvon woke with a start. She didn't know where she was, until the anxious face of Ginny Weasley came into view. "Ginny!" She gasped.

Pushing her messy hair out of her face and quickly wiping her streaming eyes on the back of her hand, she sat up.

"Are you okay?" Ginny asked, sitting down at the end of her bed.

She nodded wearily.

"Girls!" A voice called from downstairs. "Breakfast!"

Ginny leapt up, looking questioningly at Max. Max nodded and followed her friend downstairs. Plump, kind-faced but careworn Molly Weasley stood in the doorway of the kitchen, she steered the girls towards the table, where a delicious looking breakfast had been laid out for them. The infamous Weasley clock sat on the countertop.

"Oh, those boys!" Mrs. Weasley grumbled, starting back up the stairs.

"Ronald! Wake up, will you?" She shrieked. Ginny and Max choked on their toast laughing. Ginny's brother Ron came downstairs, yawning and trying to flatten his hair. "Mornin." He grunted.Max had been staying at the Burrow for close to a week now, mostly just with Ron and Ginny, but Fred and George were there sometimes for dinner, and Bill stopped in every other day, sometimes accompanied by his beautiful-part-Veela fiancee, Fleur. Mr. Weasley was at work a lot, so they didn't get to see him as much as they did Molly. And sometimes members of the Order of the Phoenix stopped in for dinner and a chat particularly Nymphadora Tonks. There was a knock at the front door, Molly rushed to answer it. "Oh, Hermione! Good to see you, you're well? Good."

A girl about Max's own age walked in, she had long curly brown hair that fell down to her waist, and big brown eyes. She was clutching a large ginger-furred cat in one hand and a large bag in the other.

"Ronald! Help Hermione with her things!" His mother demanded, Ron, whose eyes had misted over at the sight of his friend, scurried to help her with an enormous trunk. Max thought that this girl was rather pretty, she had nicely straight white teeth and was wearing a white knee-length sundress with red and gold flowers across the bottom.

"Hello Ron." She greeted.

"Hey Hermione." He muttered, dragging her trunk as far as the door and giving up to return to his breakfast. Hermione surveyed Max with interest.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Maximilienne Pearon." She said, jumping to shake Hermione's hand. "Just call me Max though, that name is utterly ridiculous." Hermione gave Ginny an inquiring look, Ginny smiled and shrugged as if to say that Max was nice enough. So Hermione joined them for breakfast.


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