This is the first Harry Potter Fanfiction I have ever written so please bear with me if it's not good and sorry if any of the characters are OCC, and anypne who has read my first fanfiction, "Spirited away 2: Between Today And Tomorrow" that is currently under Hiatus and I am currently unsure when or even if I will continue with that. Without further a due, here we go! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I don't own Harry Potter, only thing I own is my OC.

Chapter One: The Runaway.

Since I could remember, I had always been a Harry Potter fan. Before my father died, he had always read me the books as a child. It was the one of few remaining memories that I had of him. Sitting on his lap, in front of the fire. The warmth of his arms around me and the faint smell of aftershave as he read to me. His deep but gentle voiced that use to send me off to sleep. Those memories were now bitter sweet. Always leaving a sting in my heart. After he died, my mother had closed her heart to me. I only reminded her or him. She ceased to care about me. She eventually found a new lover. His name was Thomas. He was kind enough and at first he acted like he cared about me, but as soon as their little angel was born, I lay forgotten, like old faded photos behind dusty picture frames. The only thing that helped me through the days was my beloved books and the worlds I could travel to. That's how I survived, but I knew it would eventually become too much.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CARE IF I'M HERE OR NOT!" I shouted, slamming the door behind me. Fuming with rage and tears pricking at my eyes, I paced around my room. Once again I had had another nasty fight with my mother, I always got into fights with her whether it was over not attending school or over just existing. I usually bounced back okay after reading a couple of books but I just wanted to escape. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get out. I strode over to my drawers, throwing them open and emptying out the contents on my bed, along with the contents of my money tin and my most prized books. I shoved it all into an old rucksack that my father had left me, making sure to pack extra woolen socks, and underwear.

I walked over to my desk and pulled out my writing pad, quickly jotting down a note for when my mother came looking for me. I stuffed the letter in an envelope and scrawled 'To Mum' onto it, leaving it in the middle of my desk.

Once that was done, I quickly walked towards the window, opening it hurriedly and swinging my leg over the windowsill. A cold breeze tugged at my dark, tear stained hair, beckoning me quietly into the night. I breathed heavily, inhaling the sweet crisp air. With one last glance around my room, I shimmied down onto the brick wall. I sat still for a second to regain my balance, then with a sudden lurch, I jumped from my perch, landing like a cat on the concrete below.

The street lamps illuminated the houses and apartment buildings, covering them in a warm glow. I swung my rucksack over my shoulder and made my way down the street, towards Copenhagen street. I turned right and carried on to York Way.

The normally busy road was quite, except for the occasional car of an early morning commuter on there way to work. It was still early morning and the sun wouldn't be up for a couple more hours. I stared at the ground numbly as I walked down the road. The night air prickling at my face. I continued to walk until I reached the bridge. I knew I was close to kings cross station and that it would be a matter of time before I was on a train. I stopped at the railing of the bridge to catch my breath. I stared down at the black water below, the water was trickling quietly and orange lights glittered on the water. I breathed a breath of warm air into my now numb hands, rubbing them together to try and warm them.

I sighed. 'Was this really a good idea? They would probably be worried when they found out that I was missing.' I clenched my hands closed. 'Of course they wouldn't be worried you idiot. They are never worried about you.'

I felt my eyes prickling again as I tried to fight back the tears. I whipped at my eyes in frustration, giving a loud sniff and Once again set off down the road.

After what seemed an eternity I finally reached the red bricked walls of Kings cross station. I entered the station. It was still early morning and the sun had only just started peaking above the city and yet kings cross was still bustling with people who were trying to catch the early trains to work. Large men filed past me, bumping me out of the way as I tried to make my way to one of the platforms. I glared at them, but they were already half way down the platform to see, not that they would really take offence to an eleven year old glaring at them. I continued towards the platform. I didn't really care which train I got onto, as long as it took me away, far away, where my 'family' wouldn't be able to find me. The platform was absent of any trains and a crowd people were waiting patiently on the benches. I nervously walked up to one of them.

"Excuse me." I said, walking up to a kindly looking woman. She looked up at me and beamed.

"Yes sweety?" she said.

"I was just wondering, but do you possibly know what time the train will be arriving?" I asked.

"I believe it will be arriving around ten forty five." She smiled.

"Thank you." I nodded, smiling back awkwardly. I quickly scurried off. I looked up at the clock. Eight forty six. I frowned, I still had a few more hours left to wait. I walked off towards one of the small Kiosks, ordering myself a cup of hot chocolate and a small pack of sandwiches. I payed the lady at the counter and stuffed the sandwiches into my coat pocket. I looked around the platform to find an unoccupied bench but they were all filled with people. I sighed and made my way to the platform barrier, which was clear of people. I looked up at the rough brown brick and grinned. It was the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. I walked up to the barrier and gazed up at the platform signs. If only I could actually go to Hogwarts. That would be the dream.

I turned around and watched as people rushed past. I listened to the loud murmurings of the station. I always liked train stations. The constant noise of people talking, mixed with the screeching of trains.

I smiled, it seemed like forever since I felt this calm and content. I sipped at my hot chocolate, feeling the warm, sweet liquid hit my tongue. I drained the last dregs of my hot chocolate and biffed it into a nearby bin. I lent against the barrier. But to my surprise, instead of feeling the cold rough stone of the platform up against my back, there was nothing.

I squeaked in surprise, flailing my arms out as I felt myself falling backwards. With a small thud, I felt myself hit the concrete. The wind knocked out of me, I slowly opened my eyes and sat up wincing. I looked around and my eyes widened in shock. In front of me stood a scarlet steam engine, white steam billowing out of it like clouds. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. I looked back behind me and saw a wrought-iron archway with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. This had to be a joke.

Sorry this is so short. Tried to make it longer but yeah. Shouldn't take to long for the next chapter so I hope you liked this. Don't forget to review!