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Look I know I've not been amazing at updating anything lately but I've become rather obssessed with Harry Potter again and this time I have an amazing beta Written Sparks who is helping me out with keeping me writting quickly and ideas when I get a bit lost so I'm going to post the first one today and maybe the other two although I might wait to post those.

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The gnawing sensations of exceptional hunger were becoming all too familiar to my stomach. I flung an arm across my abdomen and clenched my hand around my side attempting to ignore the bubbling sensation within. A loud growl emitted announcing I was in fact as hungry as I had first deduced. Sighing, I pushed my hair out of my eyes and quietly padded down the dark deserted street.

Being me isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I rounded the corner into a slightly better lit area of the city. It had been less than two weeks since I had decided that it was no longer safe for me to put up with living in the hell hole that is Malfoy Manor and reluctantly I was starting to admit to myself that I may have slightly lost my touch. Being sixteen still, of course, limited the amount I could do to find a place to live and get food, if I wanted to be dragged back to the Malfoys' quicker than I could blink then using magic would be the one sure-fire way to assure it. As it happened, I was quite attached to remaining alive and that meant there was no way in hell I would go back, even if there was a good chance of killing myself remaining on the streets. Against all of my instincts, I found myself wondering if my dad would have kept himself alive as long as I have had he not had the Potters to stay with. However I realized I was in a much better position than he had been, I hadn't been harmed upon my departure, I wasn't silly enough to let them catch me going.

Maybe I should stop being so damn proud and go to the Weasleys. I managed to push the welcoming thought away as quickly as it had come. I still wasn't sure if I should risk so much as a fleeting visit, surely Lucius was intelligent enough to check the burrow.

No, I wouldn't put my friends in danger for something as silly as a warm bed and a hot meal, how could I? After everything they've done for me the thought was simply preposterous.

No, I am more than happy to survive the week and a half I have left before going back to school on my own. At least such was the thought until a small, grey tawny owl swooped down from above me and dropped a letter on my head.

Miss Evlynn Black

London Alleyway

The Floor

Cobblestones

I sighed; there was only one person with this knowledge, only one place known for sending messages like that: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Pulling the crest, which confirmed my suspicions off the back of the envelope, I removed the enclosed parchment and opened it. My eyes scanned quickly across the letter as I suppressed a shiver. London air was not warm at night not even in July.

Dear Miss Black,

It has been brought to my attention that you have left the house of the Malfoys. In light of this situation, and for your own safety, I find it fitting that you should take a short walk around the corner to Number 12 Grimmauld Place where you will find some companions. Hoping this letter finds you well.

Yours Faithfully

Albus Dumbledore

I had to read the letter twice to make sure I could remember the address, which strangely rang a bell in my suppressed memories, and the unclear prod in the right direction. Satisfied that i'd remember I roughly shoved a hand in my pocket and pulled out a lighter. Even if I couldn't use magic, I could burn the letter using this handy muggle contraption, a lighter.

I watched the parchment going up in flames and turning into dark black ash before I made my way around the corner. It started to rain heavily and I couldn't bite my words back in time.

"Brilliant, just bloody brilliant, exactly what I needed." I fumed.

My voice was croaky from a summer of disuse. I wasn't stupid enough to have been public places in daylight. Shivering, hair sticking to my face, I padded round the corner, feet sloshing in some puddles. Number 12 Grimmauld Place stood in front of me looming up in the dark night. It didn't exactly look welcoming, and yet it looked oddly familiar in the bad sense of the word, I bit my lip contemplating Dumbledore's sanity for a second before deciding the man was trustworthy.

Slowly and carefully, I made my way up the front steps and pushed the door open.

"Kreacher." I hissed.

"Mistress!" The small elf ran at me and hugged around my leg. "Oh mistress it has been horrible, that father of yours has been bringing all kinds of unsavoury characters into your grandmother's house, blood traitors and mudbloods and the like, mistress would be most displeased."

"Mm." I silently agreed with my old friend nodding, my grandmother wasn't the most welcoming of people.

For some reason, others always assumed I'd grown up with the Malfoys, it didn't seem to occur to anyone that my grandparents were alive until my second year. They passed away together, or more accurately, my grandfather poisoned my grandmother and then when he asked me to bring his tea to the living room as she was dying I took hers instead as her last request. At least it explained why the house looked so familiar; the inside was the same if a little unclean, outside however, was now, overgrown with ivy.

"I take it you're not the company to which Dumbledore was referring?" I asked my small house elf.

"No mistress they would be downstairs but you don't need to fraternize with such people."

"Kreacher we've talked about this." I muttered looking down at him with raised eyebrows.

"Of course mistress I will lead you to the," The small elf shivered "Company at once."

Walking down the hallways of my old home brought back memories of a childhood I would have much rather have forgotten. Everything i'd done to push the memories from my mind was for nothing now. They all came flooding back and slammed into me with such force, I found myself breathless but I refused to let myself dwell on such things now. A quick detour to the tapestry room allowed me to see that unlike my father I had not been blasted off the family tree.

Well that'll certainly endear me to him. The thought had a small giggle threaten to escape my throat but I managed to contain it.

Kreacher led me to the door of the kitchen before muttering his apologies and turning back towards the rest of the house. I didn't think it likely he got on with anyone seated in the room I was about to enter. I heard the soft sound of his feet slapping against the floor stop, before they resumed this time getting louder as he shuffled back towards me.

"I need to go in there mistress." He whispered gesturing towards the door in front of me.

I nodded mutely before placing my hand against the wood and pushing the door open. It swung inwards with a large creak. I could see a number of faces sat at the table; Molly Weasley, Arthur Wealey, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks. I got the feeling I'd interrupted dinner but that didn't particularly bother me. What bothered me was the face of the man sitting right across from the place I was standing, the man I hadn't seen since I was little over a year old.

"Hello father." I was surprised at my cold tone. "Long time no see."

As he opened his mouth to reply my bitter voice and resentful feeling finally seemed well placed, he'd left me and my mother alone to the mercy of Bellatrix Lestrange to chase after Peter Pettigrew, in my mind he was responsible for her death and my life so far. It was understandable this meeting would upset me.

"Evie." His voice was no more than a whisper, and my name sounded chocked, like it had been stuck in his throat for a while now. "My little girl."

These words were more forthcoming and with them, he ran around the table and threw his arms around me. In his arms, feeling his strength and warmth and smelling the old musty smell I broke. Crying I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on as if my life depended on it my head resting on his chest and my breathing shallow.

"Daddy." I gurgled much, I assumed, as I did as a baby.

"Evie." He replied louder now. "Evie, Evie, Evie. My little angle."

His head was nestled in the top of my hair and it sounded like he was crying of course, my hair already being wet I couldn't tell.

"Stupid filthy mudblood." I heard Kreacher's voice in the silence of the room.

Startled I pulled away from my father's embrace. "KREACHER!" I yelled shocked.

"But mistress I.." The small elf trailed of as he looked up at my furious face.

"I expected better of you Kreacher you used to be such a civilized little elf. You wouldn't dare use that wording if it was one of my grandmother's guests and yes Kreacher you know as well as I she did have some muggleborns in the house sometimes."

The room seemed astonished by my little speech.

"Of course mistress." Kreacher turned to Hermione. "Kreacher apologises."

I could see a reply forming on Hermione's mouth. I quickly shook my head and she simply gave Kreacher a nod signalling for him to continue on his way.

Kreacher shuffled through the kitchen and out of the way of the human occupants of the house.

"She did?" My father asked as he and I took seats opposite each other at the table.

"Mm." I nodded lost in thought. "She was rather unbiased towards the end, she just wanted to know what happened to Uncle Reg."

"That can't have pleased dad..."

"Oh it didn't." I laughed despite myself. "He poisoned her during the summer of my second year; I went in the kitchen to see her gasping and pushing a cup of tea towards me. Quiet little thing at home I was, didn't occur to me she'd given me the poisoned cup until gramps ended up on the floor frothing on the mouth as well. But then, I suppose I've always seen it as her last request of sorts."

"Well at least I know how they died now."

I took a second to look at my dad. Just as I suspected there wasn't a trace of sadness just as there hadn't been when I realized they had both died. They weren't people it would bother many to lose. Glancing around at the other occupants of the room, I decided to lighten the subject of conversation.

"Harry, how was the summer?" I asked.

After a rather long story about dementors flying around and attacking him and his cousin, Harry being expected to appear at a hearing the next morning and the possibility of him being expelled, I rather wished I hadn't asked.

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