Author's Note:

Alright, now it's time for my very first fanfiction so bare with me here. And don't forget: With every review, a cute little unicron will be born.


Don't lie and say that it's OK.
It's alright if there's nothing more to say.
So I'm running away.
I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, I'm running away.
I'm running away.

Don't tell me I'm the one to blame.
It's too late for you to make me stay.
No, I won't stay.
So I'm running away.
I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, I'm running away.
I'm running away.

- Running Away by Midnight Hour -

Chapter I: Running Away

She ran. As fast as she could manage. The faint orders of her mother, to come back immediately, were just ignored by her. She ran. With a blurry view she ran the path, which she knew so well, that would lead towards the next road. All the familiar surroundings seemed to try to catch her and hold her back, to bring her back to what she once called home but turned into something totally different over the past three years. Everything changed after her first year at Hogwarts.

It wasn't just what happened to her after her faithful encounter with Tom Riddles sixteen-year-old self, it was more the people around her that changed for the worse. She became stronger and more determined not to be told that she couldn't do things because she was "too young", "a girl" or "too fragile". She wanted to show them that she wasn't any of that – well she was a girl obviously but she never would be a weak, little girl who others tell what to do. That's what Tom did in the end. He told her how pathetic, lonely and weak she was. He told her what she had to do and she had no other choice than to do as he wished. He controlled her – and that was the last thing she would ever let anyone do to her, not even her own mother.

She came to a halt as she reached the street. Far away from the hell that her childhood home became. The young witch tried to catch her breath and wiping away the sweat from her forehand she managed to calm down a bit but her thoughts still couldn't form any coherent plan or even any sense right now. All she knew was that she had to go away, somewhere, almost everywhere was better than that. And so she pulled her wand from her pocket of her jeans shorts, looked out if any Muggle would be around and held it outstretch in front of her. Within a few Minutes the familiar purple double-decker bus came to an abrupt stop in front of her.

"Hiya, this is the knight bus for stranded witches and wizards. My name is Stan Shunpike and on this lovely summer day I'll be your conductor. So hop on youn' lady." A boy in his early twenties greeted her with a pimpled face and motioned her onto the bus. "Ehm….."she begun but didn't really knew where she should go now. "I've got ten Sickles and seven Knuts….so ehm…..how far could I get with that" she asked hesitant and rummaged in her pockets to get the coins out. The young conductor raised slightly his brows and looked at her closely.

"Well it looks like a rebellious kid who wants to get away from home for a while, heh?" he remarked. She wanted to interrupt him hotly but he continued directly as he saw her rising anger. "But that's nothing I wou' ever stop kiddo, believe me I wou' be the wrong person to judge ya there…oooh man, the ol' times. Wha'ever! Make it five Sickles an' we can let ya out at Godrics Hollow. From there ya can use one of the pubs floo-network to get to some friend of ya till ya parents cooled down a bit, heh?!But be caref'l there ran a lot Muggles around… thos' live much too 'nitted with our folk together there to easily tell'em apart" he said and took the five Sickles from her, gave her the ticket in return, banged on the driver's Window and told him the next station would be Godrics Hollow, due the bus was otherwise unoccupied.

Just in time she took a seat as the bus made a big leap forward and the so familiar countryside became a blur of green and brown outside the windows. Due the fact that both, Godrics Hollow and Ottery St. Catchpole, were located in the South West of England, the journey (which came much closer to a roller coaster than an ordinary bus ride) was quite short. Her polite 'good bye' was the only exchange of words since she received her ticket and the bus took off.

Now she stood in the middle of a small village she only visited once with her parents when she was younger. She let out a frustrated sight but also one of relieve. Godrics Hollow would probably be one of the last places her family and THEY would look after her. That thought brought back the memories of this morning and her emotions began to stumble again.

She stood in the middle of the village in front of what looked like a war memorial statue and looked around her. People were crossing the street greeting each other, talking to each other or walking casually along the street. All shops and pubs she could see looked so normal and she just couldn't really tell who was a Muggle and who not. A soft whimper escaped her trembling lips, her tears started to fall again and she felt suddenly totally lonely around all those strangers and somehow weak – two things she never wanted to get to her again. 'Well, that works bloody fantastic. I'm so pathetic!' she thought as she sat down on the steps to the small statue and buried her face, sill crying against her knees (which were squeezed tight to her body by her arms).

She didn't know how long she sat there but somewhere during her breakdown big dark clouds covered the hot summer sun and from one moment to the other it began to rain like mad. This was the final piece and she started to cry again, not quiet like before, no she cried loud and through the rain you could hear her strangled and painful cries and sobs if anyone would have been around. She cried because of the betrayal of her family – well mostly her parents but nevertheless -, she cried because she started to cry in the first place and because all her life went down the pipe (quite literally) three years ago and since then nothing would be as she wanted it to be.

Suddenly the rain stopped dropping down hard on her bare skin and in an instant she was dry like she never sat, who knows how long, in the pouring rain. She looked up and was startled to see the pair most beautiful emerald green eyes looking down at her, holding out the left hand to her and with the right one holding an enormous umbrella which could easily hold three people.

"I take it thanks to your appearance that you don't really want to be found even with the fact that you are searched all over magical Britain, sweetheart" Lily Potter said as she helped the girl off of the steps and under her dry umbrella. "Nope, I'm playing a big game of hide and seek for the moment" she retorted and rubbed her puffy and slightly red eyes from all her crying.

"Well, then I'm more than willing to help you with that hide part, Miss Weasley" Lily chuckled, winked at her and the two woman made their way in silent through the small village. The farther they walked, the bigger became the gaps between the houses and properties. After a good ten-minute walk in silence, the rain stopped, Lily folded her big umbrella and tucked her arm through the younger one's left arm.

"So tell me, what caused such a big riffle through your family heaven that you got half the magical society on your case?" Lily asked as both of them were met with the first hot sunrays again. Now without the big umbrella surrounding her she saw that they were walking towards open fields with a the ocean on the right and wet crunching pebbles underneath their feet.

"I…." she started and looked thoughtful to the woman to her left side who smiled gently at her and squeezed her arm to show the young witch her support. But before she could continue she stepped in herself "You know what? Let us discuss this matter with a cup of tea in a cosy living room just behind that hill, hmm?" Lily suggested, smiled at her and leaned closer to the young witch's ear "The Den is located at 77 Ocean Lane in Godrics Hollow" she whispered came to a halt and let the young witch take five or so steps more towards the now visible building just behind the hillside they just past.

Ginny Weasley stared at one of the most beautiful buildings she had ever seen in her life. Down to her feet the stony path turned into one of full green grass with a beautiful field of wildflowers to both sides. Ahead stood a black iron gate framed by perfectly trimmed hedges with two lions cut into which stood guard at the gate. Behind that stood a proud three story stone house in beige with white big windows. It looked amazing. It wasn't the kind of pompous grand house, more like a cosy and really small castle but nonetheless perfect. All those trees and flowers all around made the look just more heavenly, welcoming and somehow you could just feel love radiating from every inch of the property. That last thought was accompanied with another image of a totally different building and a painful emotion somewhere deep inside her rose which caused her smile of awe to falter.

"Come on in, sweetheart. Harry and the boys are down by the ocean and Rose, Daisy and Daniel are out with their godmother. We've got enough time to plan and talk about your hide more to prevent the unwanted seek" Lily said as she walked past Ginny casually and opened the gates with a motion of her right hand.

Somehow, as Ginny Weasley walked through the iron gate guarded by the two lions, she had a feeling that maybe now, maybe right here she could really hold onto all her promises she made to herself three years ago. All she had to do was to come up with a proper plan.