when i wrote this beggining i was thinking(and listening) to two different songs. Alyssa lies by Jason Michael and Concrete Angel by Martina Mcbride.

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Alyssa Lies&Concrete Angel(no spaces)

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hey so guys...enjoy

disclaimer:i don't own hp, jk rowling does...i do however own Aubrey and every single word she says.

knew what was coming. It always came when he was drunk. My cheek stung and my vision blurred. I cried and ran out the door crying. I ran as fast as my small six year old legs could go. I kept going into the forest, farther and farther away till I reached an all too familiar tree. Up the tree I climb until I had reached a grove that I could comfortably sit in and bawl my eyes out without any one hearing me.

I screamed, yelled and bawled as loud as I could throwing branches or whatever else my hand found in its clutch's. Suddenly I hear voices, talking and coming closer.

"Fred, I think we're getting closer. It's getting louder." A voice said and an almost similar one answered back.

"Yeah, either that or we're just getting crazier."

"Okay, whatever. Let's just fan out and look." The first voice said and I realized they were looking for the source of the crying. They were looking for me! Quickly I tried to stifle myself by shoving my fist into my mouth. Still sniffling, I sat there clenching and unclenching my other fist.

"Found it George!" I heard to my right and turned my head to see a grinning, freckled boy boasting a head full of frizzy red hair.

"I'm not an it!" I said slightly annoyed.

"Oh sorry," The boy said not sounding at all sorry, "George! It's a girl! That better? Anyway hullo I'm Forge."

"And I'm Gred," I hear to my left and turn to see an exactly identical face, right down to the last freckle and the goofy grin, "What's your name?"

"My-my name?" I asked confusedly as I tried to wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand. Nobody had ever asked me my name.

"Yeah your name. You know that word your parents decide to call you when you're born. That would be your name."

"I know what my name is!" I snap to the boy on my right, whose grin never falters for even the slightest second.

"Oh okay then do tell us, please."

"It's Aubrey. My name is Aubrey."

"Well hullo Miss. Aubrey! Might I ask why you were crying?"

"That's none of your business!" I snap and brushing past them, I start to climb down the tree, "I have to go now, so bye!"

They followed me down the tree and just as I was about to begin my walk towards my house, they each grabbed one of my arms, dragging me in the opposite direction of my house.

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling violently against their grips.

"Eh, I don't think we should, what do you think George?"

"Nope."

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me!" I said frantically struggling even more.

"To the Burrow. We're friend napping you from your friends," At these words I stop struggling and become limp. I mumble something.

"What?" both the twins ask glancing down at me.

"I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS!" I scream once again struggling against the two of them.

"What?" they cried together as they stopped.

"I'M OF FREAK OF NATURE WHO'S OWN PARENTS DON'T EVEN WANT AND WHO HAS NO FRIENDS!" I yell even louder and I can feel the tears sliding out my eyes and down my face. "There now LET ME GO!" they share a look over my head.

"Okay." They let me go but before I can leave they spin me around so I'm facing them, "Say Aubrey, how would you like to be friends?"

"Huh?" I ask blinking at the tears that were still escaping my eyes.

"Do you want to be friends?" one of them asks again impatiently. I stare at them. Nobody's ever asked me that.

"Uh, sure?" I say and just as the words escape my mouth, the heavens open up and it starts pouring down rain.

"Ahh! Come on Fred!" One of the twins says and takes off running. The other one turns to go and I can feel the disappointment inside of me. I start to walk home when I hear someone call out behind me.

"Hey wait! Do you want to come over?" I turn to see the boy who first found me walking over with his red hair plastered on his forehead and that goofy grin on his face.

"Yeah." I say smiling back and walking over to him.

"Okay good!" he grabs my hand and starts running dragging me with him. I'm still wearing a smile, the first genuine smile that's been on my face in a looonnnggg while.

R&R