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A/N: Since it was requested by several people, this is the prequel to Overcome, and it may even go onto being sort of a sequel as well. I've been working on this for several days, but didn't want to publish it until today (the second anniversary of Overcome!). So thank to all my old readers, and welcome and thank you to all of my new ones. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

I looked around the street in confusion, things were fast and loud, it smelled horrible and smoke was polluting the air. Here I was on the middle of muggle London streets. It was disgusting, muggles were everywhere, walking by me, talking around me, breathing on me, even some of them bumped into me. I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut in hopes that this was all some wretched dream, that I'd wake up in my four-poster at Hogwarts, Daphne would be yelling at me to get up and yelp her find her make-up, I would have to attend classes with the Carrow's, no matter how vile they were (and that's saying something for me to think something other then mudblood's, muggles, and Gryffindor's are vile), and everything would be okay.

But it wasn't. I found this out in a few mere seconds by someone rudely shoving into me, that must have been at least the twentieth, I had lost count a few minutes ago. Shuddering, I pulled my (muggle) jacket closer around me. It was May 7th 1998, the Dark Lord was defeated mere days ago, and his followers were either being thrown in Azkaban, or like in my case, having their wands snapped and being thrown out into the muggle world for an indefinite amount of time, some of the worse ones though, were made to walk through the veil. I began to walk down the street in hopes of finding the Wizards and Witches Adjusting Caretakers, or the WWAC for short. They were supposed to help me find a job and/or a muggle family to stay with. Unfortunately, the idiots at the Ministry didn't bother with telling me where to find it, and it wasn't like I could ask one of these stupid creatures directions.

I'm proud to say I only glanced over my shoulder once to see if I could still see The Leaky Cauldron as it faded behind me, but I couldn't, mainly because of how many muggles were around. Here I was in the centre of London, on my own, and I was completely and totally lost. But I kept on walking, I wasn't sure what exactly I was looking for, some sort of big bright sign that read 'WWAC', some regular looking folk, though I doubt I'd catch sight of either of those. Maybe I'd see someone from School, I'm quite positive that Gregory had his wand snapped as well, Blaise not having any part with the Dark Lord, was let off easily, and I'm not quite sure what happened to the family. I heard something briefly about Harry Potter supposedly showing up to their hearing and vouching for them, but since my hearing was held two after theirs, I wasn't able to find much out.

Here I go getting lost in my self narration to myself, and now I'm even more lost then I was before, and still, not a single even slightly familiar face is in site. Maybe this was some plan of theirs at the Ministry, just dump me out here and leave me to die. I'm left completely naked and powerless like a newborn baby without my wand, tears even spring to my eye as I remember how pathetic and empty I felt when they snapped it. When I was younger I would laugh at the thought of those who went nearly crazy when their wands were snapped, and now? Now I'd almost choose Azkaban over that, and with the disgusting muggles added into it all, I'm wishing I was left in Azkaban, at least I would be there among those who understood what I was. Of course, in some cases, yes, the wizard or witch who is sent to Azkaban has their wand broken, but normally only those sentence there for life.

Biting the inside of my cheek to bring myself back into reality, I noticed that one of those repulsive beings was attempting to speak to me. My eyes quickly swept over him, and I was unimpressed, he was most likely only a year or so older then me, and he was definitely overweight, he had flyaway sandy hair though, bright piercing blue eyes,and his face was hard and set.

"Excuse me what were you saying?" I asked irritably, not in the mood at all to be talked, and slightly confused as to why I was even bothering with acknowledging his existence. Honestly, it would have been so much easier to continue on and ignore him completely.

"I was asking if you were lost miss, you seem it at least." He replied, for some reason not bothered by the tone I used with him.

I was stumped with what to reply, I could easily lie to him and say I wasn't lost. Or for some unfathomable reason, I could tell him I was, but I wouldn't be able to tell him why, or where I was headed. "No, I'm not." I snapped at him, hoping he went away quickly and let me be with my misery.

He hesitated slightly for some reason that was completely unbeknownst to me. "All right then, sorry for bothering you."

I nodded at him, and continued with my almost stumbling like way down the streets, taking random turns here and there, not really looking for anything, well actually, I was looking for something, I way out of all of this, but for some reason I kept feeling like I was wandering around in circles over and over again. I'm not sure how long it's been, it's felt like days, but the sun is finally setting, my feet are most likely covered in blisters, and I'm starved and parched. This really is the most miserable way to die, surrounded by pathetic muggles, and away from everyone and everything that I love.

Mentally I hit myself again, once more I had gotten myself lost; though it wasn't as if there was a time when I wasn't lost out here in this pitiful muggle world. For a fleeting second, I felt like turning and finding that man that actually cared enough to ask if I was lost, he was the only one. I don't know if I was imperioused or just plain stupid, but I did end up spinning on my heel and heading back in the direction I had happened to maybe see him go, though since so much time had passed since then, I bet he was already on the other side of London, or home, or at a university. That is if muggles had university's, I honestly don't know anything about them, nor do I care.

Everything was so confusing, strange, and just plain stupid. There were large metal things that sped by me, coughing up putrid smokes. They're clothes must have been made by some sort of an abomination with no sense of fashion whatsoever. I could barely believe that the Ministry managed to force me into such foul clothing. And there were so many people. Honestly, don't they have daily lives, or they just lazy slugs that slump around all day doing absolutely nothing? They're pathetic.

As I finished the tirade inside of my head, finishing with a cold scowl set on my face, I happened to notice something out of the corner of my, quickly I turned to see if it really was what I thought it might be, because, then, I might have some sort of hope in this grimy place.