Rain. It's a world of wonders. It's confusing, beautiful, useful, and hated all at once. But to me, it's so much more. It reminds me of the day that changed my life forever. It was that day that I found who I was, and could be. Now if you don't mind, I think it's trivial for me to explain.

23 July 2006, I was working my very pitiful job of keeping England "clean and beautiful." Like England wasn't beautiful enough. It was raining and the streets were covered with garbage. Beer cans and cigarette buds littered the area. And I had to pick them up, for not anywhere near enough money.

I walked humming to myself and picking up the trash people couldn't depose of themselves. Amidst the cans and buds laid a pair of worn out converse. I looked down at my sandals and quickly put the shoes on.

But what happened next, I would, could have never guessed. It felt like a hook just behind my navel was forced forward. My feet lifted off the ground; I was spinning in a whirl of wind and color. Then I suddenly fell on butt.

I had no idea what had just happened, all I new was my boss was goanna be pissed. I felt something smussy under me; I turned to see that I was sitting on a white cake. I looked outwards and saw tons of people, ever single one of them looking at me, glaring. I blushed and hid under the table.

I crept under, hoping no one would look. I kept on crawling until I ran into someone. I looked up, banging my head on the table that rose a few feet in the air. Standing above me was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, with jet black hair almost covering his eyes. His eyes were the best part of his face they were deep yet bright green. His lips were turned into a confused frown.

I stood up and dusted the dirt off my six month old jeans. I tried to smile, but one look at the guy's face made me frown.

"Do you mind? We're having a wedding here. Who are you?" he spat at me (literally).

"I'm… my name is…" What is my name? It took me a while to recall. "Parker, Parker Cullen."

"Well parker, what are you doing here?" he yelled a little louder than before.

"I—I don't know. One moment I was making Britain 'clean and beautiful,' next I was on a cake. I have no idea what happened," I stuttered whispering.

"Okay, we'll sort this out, but first we need to finish the wedding."

I nodded and sat down in the back row. It was beautiful, by the end many were crying. I smiled knowing I didn't completely ruin their special day.

Once it was all over the boy and two other people came over. One had insane red hair that I really wanted to mess up. The other had frizzy, brown, curly, hair, but other than that she was rather pretty.

"Ron, Hermione, we need to take her to Mr. Weasly," he told the others and then grabbed my arm. If I wasn't so nervous I might have noticed what the tingle in my arm really meant.

We stopped in front of a man in his late forty's. He had red hair just like, who I guessed to be, Ron. He smiled and me and told me to take a seat. "My name Arthur Weasly, and who might you be? And why did you appear in the middle of my sons wedding?"

My stomach sunk; I felt so bad, I should be cleaning England right now, not ruining weddings. "My name is Parker Cullen. I didn't mean to appear, it just sorta happened…"

"Go on," Mr. Weasly encouraged.

I told him the events of my night. It didn't take to much time, seeing as my life is so boring. Mr. Weasly seemed to be in deep thought when I finished. Then he finally spoke, his voice calm yet powerful, "Harry, I need you to alert Mr. Effacing, the head of the Muggle Affairs department. Tell him when have someone who needs their memory modified now."

The boy with the black hair nodded and with a pop he was gone. Everyone was silent, except Mr. Weasly who had people come over and wish him congratulations. He would normally just nod, but sometimes he would say something. Then after what seemed like forever Harry reappeared with someone I guessed to be Mr. Effacing.

"Hello Parker, my name is Mr. Effacing and I'm here to modify your memory. It won't hurt a bit, I promise," he told me, helping me off the ground.

He took me over to a table, away from everyone else. He took out a piece of wood from his pocket and pointed it at my head. He mumbled something in a different language. Then I felt my head start to jumble up and everything seemed to change. I no longer knew who this man was, or why I was here. Mr. Effacing smiled and grabbed my arm. His smile slowly turned into a frown.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with Mr. Effacing, that was his name. He wouldn't stop looking at my arm, with a surprised look on his face. I looked and saw that he was looking at my birthmark. Its appearance is that of a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth in place of the tongue. He let go of my arm, and as he did I finally remembered everything. But wasn't Mr. Effacing supposed to modify my memory? Why hadn't it worked?

"Miss Cullen, would you please come with me?" he asked me. I followed him back over to Mr. Weasly, Ron, Hermione and Harry. They were having a worry free time. Mr. Effacing left me and went to whisper things to Mr. Weasly. Mr. Weasly's smile turned to a frown, he didn't seem happy at all anymore.

Then after even more moments of silence, Mr. Weasly spoke, "Parker, were you adopted?"

I was surprised by the question. Yes I was, but what did that have to be with anything? I nodded. Mr. Weasly didn't seem surprised by this and just kept nodding and saying yes. "Miss, did your parents ever tell you who your really parents were?"

"Not by name. All I know is that they were sent to prison right after I was born."

"Ok… well I think I know who your parents were."

I was confused. How could he know my parents? I didn't even know who they were but some random guy did? "Ok." I couldn't think of much more to say.

"Do you know what your parents' last name was?"

"Yes, it's Lestrange."