I made a mistake. A pretty big mistake, to be honest. Running away from headquarters seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm regretting it. I blame my mother. She always told me to do what I felt I had to do. Well, some great advice that was, mom! Look where I am now!

Order of the Phoenix headquarters. I feel so stupid, being here. I know how Sirius must have felt when he was sixteen. I feel like a total misfit. I mean, I'm now hated by my family and pretty much all the Death Eaters, not to mention the Dark Lord himself, for running away, because I thought they were all mentally deranged psycho's, and every Order member seems to think I'm going to lose the plot and kill them all at any minute.

That's probably why they've locked me in this stupid room. I think it's the attic, to be honest. This weird ghoul keeps trying to scare the living daylights out of me. I'm sick of hearing him banging on pipes, wailing and then coughing madly on nothing. But, I have to admit, the food is good. Someone will knock on my door, three times a day and hand me a plate of food. I have no idea who cooks here, but they're good. Really good.

I was startled from my thoughts and day dreams by one of those knocks on my door. I jumped up from my bed, which was basically a pile of sheets, blankets and pillows on the floor, and ran to the door. I opened the door slightly and peeked through the small opening.

A small girl, with freckles and bright red hair, was standing there, with another plate of food for me. Our eyes met and she said, "Well, are you going to take this, or not?"

I frowned at her and opened the door a little more. I took the plate from her, but as she went to close the door, I put my foot in the way, so she couldn't shut it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, glaring at me, continually banging the door against my foot. She was lucky I was wearing thick boots; otherwise I would have killed her by now.

"I'm not letting you shut this door until I can talk to someone. I want answers." I paused for a moment and then added, "If you please."

The girl glared at me some more, before turning on her heel and stomping down some stairs. I smirked to myself, and, leaving the door open, sat down on my bed with my plate of food.

I was only alone for about ten minutes before I had four or five people come into my 'room'. I looked up innocently from my bed and smiled. I had to hide a smirk when I noticed they all had their wands pointing at me.

"About time. I thought I'd never get any visitors," I said, still smiling.

I don't think my comment went down too well, seeing as everyone frowned. They either didn't approve of how funny I thought the situation was, or they were confused by my manner. Either way, it was entertaining.

"What d'you want?" a man at the front of the group asked.

"Well, firstly, I'd like to know who the hell you all are. Then, I'd like to know where the hell I am. Then, I'd like one of you lovely people to go and compliment the person who cooks, because the food is amazing, I have to say," I said, biting off a piece of bread that I was holding.

The man who had spoken to me a minute ago stopped frowning at me and smiled slightly. He looked around at the rest of the people in the room and nodded, to show that they should sit down. The man was tall and thin, with scratches on his arms and face. He had dull, sandy coloured hair, with grey streaks coming through. Now he wasn't glaring at me, he seemed rather nice.

"I'm Remus Lupin," the man said, sitting down next to me on my bed. He held out his hand for me to shake, which I did. He then introduced the other people in the room. He pointed to two tall, red headed twins, who were Fred and George Weasley. He then pointed to a small, plump woman at the back of the group, who was Molly Weasley, the twins' mother. Lupin then pointed to a tall, thin boy, no older than me, I suppose. The boy had shaggy, dark hair, with bright green eyes and glasses. He also had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. I knew who he was already; Harry Potter.

I looked at Harry and our eyes met. He seemed confused about what to do with his facial features. It looked like he wanted to glare at me, but it seemed like he was trying not to smile at me. I mean, I'd understand if he didn't like me all that much. My mother did kill his Godfather, after all. But then again, Sirius was my second cousin, and his death hadn't been all that easy for me, either. He was the only blood relative I'd had that thought the same way I did.

I looked at Lupin and nodded. Then I said, "Okay. So, where am I?"

"You're at the Order's headquarters, also known as the Burrow. It's Molly's house," Lupin explained, inclining his head towards Molly Weasley.

I nodded again, thinking of something else to ask. "Why am I here?" I decided.

"Well, we were unsure of what you were doing so far away from your headquarters, so we brought you back here, just to be safe," Lupin explained, seeming almost apologetic.

"I'm not a psycho killer, you know. I'm not like the rest of them," I told him, shaking my head.

"We didn't know that when you were wandering the streets a couple of nights back, though, did we?" Lupin replied. I thought about what he was saying for a moment, and then nodded, deciding he was right.

"Well, now you know I'm not mentally deranged, am I allowed to come out of this room? That ghoul's slightly annoying," I said, looking up at Lupin.

He seemed to look me over for a moment, doing some last minute checks on me, just to make sure I wasn't some sort of maniac. He stood up after a couple of seconds and nodded, offering me a hand to help me up.

I smiled at him, and then looked at everyone else in the room. They all seemed a little unsure about what to do. Fred and George were whispering to each other, Molly was smiling uncertainly at me and Harry was doing anything but look at me. Pity. I would have really liked to talk to him.

Everyone left the room, and Molly told me to change out of what I was wearing if I wanted to. I looked down at my dress. I loved this dress, it was my favourite. It was a corset type of dress, which ended just before my knees. The bottom of the dress was all raggedy and it was strapless. I was wearing fishnets with my flat, black boots. The dress was kind of constricting, though, so I decided to change.

I made my way over to some drawers that were at the back of the room. Just as I was about to open a drawer, someone said behind me, "What's your name?"

I turned round and found Harry in the door way, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

"Amity. Amity Lestrange," I said simply.

"Oh, right. Nice name," he said, the left side of his mouth curling into a small smile.

I smiled back at him and then found I was stuck with what to say. I mean, what was I meant to say? 'Oh, sorry about my mom killing your Godfather two years ago'. I don't think so, somehow.

"Don't feel awkward around me. I don't blame you for what happened to Sirius," he said, almost as though he'd been reading my thoughts.

I nodded and said, "I'm sorry about what happened, though. You can hate my mom, by all means. I do."

Harry laughed a little, and I smiled slightly. He looked up at me again and said, "I'll let you get changed," before shutting the door and heading downstairs.

I turned back round to face the chest of drawers again. I smiled to myself as I pulled out some black jeans and a t-shirt.

Maybe being at the Order's headquarters wasn't as bad as I'd originally thought it was going to be.