A/N: I don't own anything you recognize. I don't own or have any connection to Dunstable or 26 Falcon Close, Dunstable. I just needed a small town. Please don't go ringing their doorbell.
She was running, running, running away from the place of her childhood. Long ago it had been a source of comfort for her but now looking at it in the darkness through the pelting rain, it's huge shadow looming over her, it was scary and frightening.
It made her want to be home, to be a little girl again. Drinking hot chocolate her mother had made her, making her feel safe and warm inside and out as her daddy's strong arms protected her from the storm raging outside. But that was the reason she had to run. She wasn't a little girl anymore and she could never be again. Even though storms like this still scared her she was no longer innocent.
The wind whipped her hair, cutting her face with its ferocity; the rain soaked her through and chilled her to the bone, each drop like a needle as she apparated to the small town of Dunstable.
Here she could live without judgment. Here she could live in peace with the one person who wouldn't condemn her, who wouldn't criticize her or even care. In short, she thought as she hastened through the streets, that person might even enjoy her company. Here she could start a new life with them and be a new person. She rang the doorbell of 26 Falcon Close. She really hoped the address that had been discretely slipped in her pocket in a quick hug, along with those whispered promises at his graduation all those years ago was still his home, was still there, because here, Lily could disappear.