Hyacinth was having a very bad day.

Bad may be an understatement.

Especially when you have a dark lord on your tail.

No doubt this was all Aunt Petunia's fault.

She firmly believes that her snobbish Aunt had unconsciously used her somehow speck of magic to jinx her.

Well it may also been her cursed luck but Aunt Petunia is the biggest factor in the reason why she's currently in this predicament.

Let's start from the beginning.

It was in the middle of the day when she accidentally broke the sink.

Don't jump to conclusions, it was totally not her fault, accident or not the house plumbing was terrible to begin with.

Uncle Vernon tried to change them but Aunt Petunia insisted they didn't need changing.

Hyacinth sighed in relief that it was her aunt who found the broken sink, because if it was Uncle Vernon who caught her with the broken sink she would have been submitted to another session of beatings.

Luckily, the whale of a man was out with his pig of a son to some company golf session or what kind.

When her aunt saw the broken sink, she simply sneered at Hyacinth, told her to get out of the house, buy some things from the grocer and don't get back by 7.

Hyacinth was more than happy to leave the house, but instantly regretted it when she literally bumped into Voldemort, in his handsome glory. The tousled dark brown curls, chiseled handsome face, beautiful sapphire eyes with red tint and a slightly towering height. It was like second year all over again.

You might be thinking, you're the light savior! Why are you drooling over the enemy?

Well if you must know. . . I'm a 14 year old hormonal teenager!

You really can't help if your enemy is a handsome bastard.

Sheesh . . . People make it seem like I'm a saint.

Well back at the story.

When Hyacinth, that's me obviously, bumped into Voldemort. The apologies on my mouth was thrown off somewhere at the street.

It didn't take a second for me to spin around and run the opposite direction.

Of course, after years of trying to kill me, the dark lord elegantly ran after me, probably to erase me from existence.

That is why I'm hiding behind a dumpster at some random dark alley somewhere in Surrey.

"I must be cursed by some supreme being or my aunt." I muttered under my breath. "Most Possibly my aunt."

"Possibly." A voice replied.

I jumped in surprise and stood up defensively when I saw He-Who-Has-A-Large-Ego behind me looking smug.

"How did you find me?" I asked angrily.

He raised a brow, looking sexy and all that jazz. . . Shut it mind! Concentrate.

"I didn't." He answered.

I raised a brow in his direction. Really.

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked. "Other than possibly erasing my existence permanently."

"Well, if you must know. I was having a nice walk around, trying to bask the rays of the sun. . ."

I snorted. "How cheesy."

"Shush Potter, I'm speaking. Making this as cliché as possible." The Dark Lord reprimands. "What was I saying again?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Basking under the rays of the sun?"

"Yes that." He nods. "I was enjoying my day when a little pest bumped into me, when I looked down as I always do to plebeians. Imagine my surprise when I saw you. I do not know how you recognized me but I suppose you ran in fear at the sight of me. . ."

"I did not run in fear at the sight of you." I argued. He looked at me smug. "I did not, it was simply instinct. When unarmed run."

"You do not have your wand?" He asks, raising a brow. "How careless of you."

"Yeah, you would be careless too when you have relatives like mine."

He frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"My Relative takes my wand during summer. Well not just my wand, they take my school trunk to lessen my freakiness." I said standing properly looking up to him with fierce determination showing that I am not scared of him.

His frown deepened. "Correct me if I'm wrong Potter. I was told that you lived as a princess with your muggle relatives."

"Ha! Snape told you didn't he? He was under the illusion that just because my father was an arrogant dick, I was the same, that my hateful muggle relatives fed my undeniably large ego because I was famous in something I don't even remember doing." I blurt out angrily.

He silently listened to me as I continued my tirade.

"He always believed that it was my fault that my mother died, that he lost the woman he loved. Big deal! I lost my parents the same day, constantly relieving my mother's death over and over again, as she begged you to spare my life. He will never know how it feels to be in my head or even having my nightmares or how I will never get to know how a parents' love feel, he's not going to be the one stuck with my bitter Aunt, her whale of a husband and their pig of a son. he's being a delusional bastard thinking he's doing me a favor." I ranted, I can feel tears at the corner of my eyes. "Maybe he is, he's actually doing me a favor, kill me! Just put me out of my misery."

Don't cry Potter, not in front of him! He's the enemy don't let him see you weak. I thought angrily at myself, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

I raised my hands to my face to cover my eyes, but the Dark Lord beat me to it uncharacteristically wiped tears off my face and pulled me into an embrace.

I tried looking up but my head is held in place.

"I will really kill you if you look up Potter." The Dark Lord whispered.

"W-what are doing?" I stuttered in his chest.

"Are you going soft?" I asked, words slipping out my mouth without meaning to. Why did I say that? I'm truly going to get killed now.

"Shut up Potter." He simply replied.

Not knowing what to do, I simply put my arms around his waist and cried my eyes out.

I tried cleaning up the whole thing, I fixed the grammar as much as I could and I noticed that I overdid my description to some situations so I tried to lessen it, I tried to be less 'wordy'.

I added some details that I needed to create the base for future plots, I'm sure you'll know what that is.

I read a comment on how awkward my nicknames for Hyacinth and Hermione, I don't really have a problem about it but maybe some of you might.

So if you guys really felt awkward about it please approach me with suggestions, I'll gladly change it. Of course suggestions are only open until March 22. Feel free to leave a comment, review or even a private message.

Anyway, I'm really thankful to you guys who gave me supportive messages and your well wishes and yes I'm fully recovered from the incident. Thank you for your support and your constant understanding.

Noahxoxo

Update 03/18/2017 - Manila Time.