As you may or may not know, I am in a rather angsty mood, right now, since an old friend of mine died on Monday in a car crash. His funeral is tomorrow and I cannot sleep like at all so here I am, writing.

I am listening to: Skyscraper by Demi Lovato

I do not own Harry Potter or anything that you might recognize.

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Would it make you feel better, to watch me while I bleed.

She couldn't believe her luck. First, she had to write about 556 letters to one child, second she was voted to go fetch said child, thirdly she had to wait 5 hours with a pervy sailor and her bored sister until she could get to the island where said child was staying, and now, fourthly, it was the middle of the night, pouring down rain. She was going to kill Dumbledore and Tas, who was currently sleeping under a rain repelling shield on the edge of the island.

"DURSLEY!" she yelled, trying to be louder than the thunder, and succeeding, "OPEN THIS DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD, IT'S GOING TO BE GONE!"

Nothing happened. That was not a good sign. Either, the family was harder sleepers than she though, or they were hiding. She decided that it was most likely the latter.

"Now what was that unlocking spell?" she muttered to herself. "Erm, Allotorma" she pointed her wand at the door, to her utter amusement and annoyance, the door turned to ice. "No. That's not it." She snorted at her obvious statement. "Maybe if I just…" she kicked at the iced over door, making it fall to pieces at her foot.

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When she walked to a dingy little room the first thing she saw was a fat, blond child watching her with an odd look of hunger. She swore under her breath, if that child tried anything she prayed to God that she might be able to keep her anger under control. The next thing she saw was the small black haired child cowering in the corner. He was adorable, in her opinion, though he was way too thin. She swore again, she was beginning to sound like Molly Weasley.

"Are you Harry Potter?" she asked the small boy. Hesitantly he nodded his head.

"Who are you?" The woman turned to the doorway. Standing there was a fat blond man and a stick of a woman.

"Oh, Tuney, dear! It's so nice to see you!" the woman grinned evilly at the other.

"Petunia, do you know this woman?" the fat man asked.

The stick woman, Petunia nodded her head, but gazed at the other woman like one would gaze at a ghost. "B-but…but…but…" she sputtered incoherently.

"Yes?" the woman cocked an eyebrow.

"Yo-you-re supposed to be dead!" she finally shouted.

"I am, aren't I?" the woman laughed, a cold, bitter laugh that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Why are you here?" the fat, blond man shouted.

"Down, ripper, I'm just here to check on Harry." The woman said but the dark glint in her eye didn't go away.

"W-why, w-would y-y-you w-w-want to ch-check o-o-on a f-fr-freak li-like me?" the little black hair boy stuttered from his corner.

The woman's dark face flushed with anger. "Well, us freaks have to stick together." She walked straight over to him and pulled him up, "Hello Harry Potter, they call me Pest."

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What was taking them? She had been sitting hear for the last 15 sodding minutes. Couldn't Pest just grab the kid and go? It really couldn't be that hard.

"Pest! Hurry up yah sodding idiot!" She yelled into the small hut.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't get your knickers in a twist." The other woman's familiar voice called back.

"What if I enjoy my knickers twisted." She mused, arrogantly.

"Then twist them all you want." Pest snapped at her.

"Yah don't need to be cranky." She muttered, crossing her arms.

"Honestly!" Pest continued you, "Are you 20 or 4?"

"Depends on my mood." The woman drawled lazily, while spinning a strand of bright red hair around her thin finger.

Incoherent muttering was heard but she caught the word, "Mother Theresa" and "Axe-murderer". And then Pest walked out while holding a little boy's hand. He didn't look much older than seven but he was clearly Harry Potter. She would never forget Jame's unruly hair and impassive nature along with Lily's beautiful green eyes. Though, the bruises covering his body and his thin body did note add up to his genes. Sure, both his parents were healthy weight and height, but this boy was tiny. She hardly suppressed a shudder when she figured it's what she must have looked like when she was eleven. Though she had good reason. Oh how she missed th—

"Are you in there, Tazzy?" Pest's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I told you not to call me that, Angela." She sneered at Pest.

"There's the Tas we all know and occasionally chase down the street, trying to hex!" Pest smiled at her older sister before turning to the little boy. "Harry, this is my older sister, Anastasia Lynne. She likes to be called Tas, which rhymes with spaz, with is what she is."

"Speak not, lie not, know not." Tas replied while sticking out her hand.

"W-what?" Harry looked at her with confusion.

"Didn't you listen?" Tas asked, she too looking confused, "I know not what I am speaking and it is not a lie and all that jazz."

Harry nodded his head vaguely.

Tas smiled warmly at him, "If you say things that sound smart, it makes you look smart."

"Oh. That makes sense." Harry suddenly noticed a scar on the woman's shoulder. "What happened to your shoulder?"

Her eyes flickered to the scar and for the briefest moment something dark seemed to take over her body. "That is a story for another time. Come on, the boat is running out of gas. Also young Harry, remember, ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies."

Tas hurriedly walked to the boat, almost jumping onto it. Pest looked concerned for the older woman, while she rubbed her left fore-arm, something not missed by both parties.

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Tas was losing control. She had to fight it as long as she could.

She felt her anger rising at his relatives about his state. She could also feel her sadness rising from being reminded of all the deaths years earlier.

Most off all she felt the disgust of what that poor child must have went through.

Finally she collapsed to the floor, winning the endless battle of wills once again.

Next time she doubted she would be so lucky.

You cried, I wiped away all of your tears.

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Chapter 1 is done.

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I am listening to: My Immortal by Evanescence

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