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By Maddy

Chapter One

A/n I don't know why I'm writing this story usually I spend a good week or so going over the plot and seeing where I'm going with it, but it seems that this plot bunny refuses to leave me alone, so the fates have made me write this. 

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters mentioned apart from Robin, who doesn't really want to be owned, o I own nothing, so suing me would be pointless!

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"Robin do the washing up!"

"Robin Hoover the house before I get home."

"Robin you haven't emptied the dish washer yet."

"Robin make the breakfast."

"Robin, Mr Peter's is coming over for dinner, make sure the house is presentable."

"Robin, run me a bath."

Those were some of the things that drove Robin to run way from home, but the main reason was that she was unloved.  She used to think she was adopted, but she knew it wasn't true, she had seen the birth papers, it had Julie's name on it, Robin never called Julie mum it was either Julie or Ma'am.  Her father was just as bad, he was out most of the time and never even noticed Robin, the whole family was sexist, she was the only daughter and so therefore got all the jobs.   Robin though her parents had found some sort of time machine because they certainly didn't have the same views as most people from the 21st Century.

Robin was also the oldest, her parents had been devastated, they just wanted boys, girls were weak the only thing they were good for were to act as the scullery maid; not that there were many of them in the 21st Century.  Her younger brother treated her like dirt as well; they even forced her to do their homework.

But she liked homework it involved reading and reading was the only way to get out of Robin's hellhole.  Robin knew that other people had worse, they didn't have a bed to sleep on or food to eat, but she knew no matter what at least one person loved them, whether it be the parents, siblings, friends or even a passer by in the street that smiled at them, they were truly loved.

That was two years ago; Robin was now fifteen, life was rough but she preferred it at least people showed that they cared when they dropped the pennies into her hat.  Robin had a bank account of course, that was the difference between her and other homeless people.  Her Grandmother ad loved her, she cherished her grandmother, but she had died six months before Robin ran away.  Her grandmother had been the only person keeping her from running away, her Grandmother was also a reason for her mother hating her.  Grandma had left her entire fortune to Robin, she had known that Julie and Robert didn't like her and knew that when she passed away Robin would run.

Robin hadn't checked her account since she had run way and refused to use the money, she knew there would be a time when life got rougher and she was preparing for that.  She was now sitting in a cardboard box on an unusually clean alley in Central London, reading a book.  This book or should I say these books were the only thing that kept her sane.  The only things she had taken with her was one medium sized back pack, that she used for school, with a thick jumper, her account book with her grandma's will inside, along with these four books.  The backpack had the only things she used to survive.

These books were the Harry Potter books, the last presents her Grandma had ever given to her.  Grandma knew that Robin had a thirst for books and these books (to Robin) were the best books ever written.  She could recite them now, the amount of times she'd read them, the front covers she's ripped off, people were less likely to stare at her with out the covers on.   The front pages, which had once held the Hogwarts crest, which had faded, was now brown, with the spatter of mud, grime and the general sludge of the London streets.

Robin sighed; it was a cold day, even colder then a typical winter evening, though luckily it wasn't raining.  Robin went back to the book, only to look up again at he sound of someone walking down the alley.

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I was eager to get home after all he was home for the holidays and it wasn't as if the weather was on the sunny side either.  I didn't usually come down these streets, after all it's not the nicest part of London, but what ever got me home quicker, the better.  I could apparate, but I had put up the apparating wards earlier that day, even if Voldemort was gone it was better to be safe rather then sorry.  Just then a small owl flew towards me I quickly caught it and walked into a back street to read it, muggles didn't appreciate owls as pets.

I skimmed the first few lines …unfortunately I can't make it for this week, can we reschedule?…same as always, this was the third time this had happened and it was basically annoying the crap out of me.  I sighed Christmas cheer forgotten, it was a bit early to be Christmas only the 7th of December; but it was still advent right?  I looked up to see a girl staring at me, she had limp brown hair and her clothes looked worse for wear, though her eyes were still shining but the thing that surprised me the most was that she had a book in her hand, I'd never seen that before.

A/n so that's the first chapter.  What do you think of Robin? Who do you think this mysterious witch or wizard is?  Why not tell me in a review

Maddy