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Lucy sighed and leaned her head against the warm window of the London cab she had hailed to take her back to her house. After several weird looks and a hefty fee, the drive agreed to take the strange, dirty, dis-leveled, girl to the address on the scrap of paper she handed to him.
Turning on the narrow road of Privet drive, the driver pulled up to the ordinary looking home and let out the young woman who paid her fee, "Do you want me to keep the motor running ma'am?" he asked, doubting that whomever owned the home was expecting such an odd child on their door step.
"No thank you sir, thanks again for the ride" she smiled kindly at him, and gave a dismissing nod. The drive grumbled something and sped off down the pavement toward the rising sun. Lucy faced the house and sighed once more, starting off at a slow walk like that of a mourner's toward the front door of the primly painted home of the Dursleys.
Unlocking the front door with her spare house key, Lucy slipped into the family home, planning to take her needed worldly possessions and leave before any one was up. "Don't you take one step closer." A voice ordered, making Lucy stiffen and turn to face her furious father who clutched a cricket bat like a machete, "Simmer down Daddy, remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure." Lucy calm stated and began to turn.
"I've just come to collect what few things I need and I'll be on my way."
"Lucy please, we can get you help." appeared from the shadows, sitting straight on the couch. "A Psychologist, A Priest maybe" Lucy laughed bitterly, "An Exorcism? We're not even Catholic."
"Just take what you want and leave, it's bad enough we have to keep the boy around but I won't stand for one of my own being involved with such rubbish" Vernon huffed meanly.
"Vernon, please" Petunia soothed and approached her daughter, abet cautiously, "Lucy, This isn't your fault, we can help you." She attempted, Lucy sighed and smiled sadly, "there is nothing to be helped, this, whatever it is has been going on since I can remember; the only difference is now you know."
With that Lucy turned and climbed the stairs quietly careful not to disturb her sleeping brother. Opening the door her entered her darkened room and flipped on the light switch. Wheeling out her large suit case, she packed away her clothes and other necessities that she would need until she was able to return for the rest.
Sadly she had come to the realization that she could not how ever live in a tree, after a quick over all check of the tree house, she came to the conclusion that however magical it was, it was uninsulated, lacked the sturdy foundation to withstand heavy storms that were common to the area, and above all, it seemed that Lucy herself was not very fond of the woods, or anything having to do with bugs, and anything in her mind that was "Icky".
So before coming to the Dursley's Lucy had transferred her savings into a personal account, and rented a cheap, one room, flat down town.
Rolling her bags down the stairs, she met the staring eyes of her parents, one set sad the other set, hating and fiery, "Well" she turned before walking out the door, "So Long" she waved a mock two finger salute and exited the home, out to the front lawn.
"Wait!" Lucy turned to her enveloped by the embrace of her mother's thin frame, "is this really what you want to do?" she asked.
Lucy hugged her mother, "No, But it's what I Need to do, here" she slipped her mother a scrap of paper, "This is my new address, come visit me anytime you wish, be sure to give a copy to Harry, just encase he needs a place to stay. "
"Good luck darling" Petunia bid her Daughter farewell with teary eyes, "Have you got enough for a taxi?"
"Yes Mother" Lucy Answered, "Have you got a place to stay?"
"I rented a small place downtown, I just gave you the Address remember?"
"Have you packed all your things? Clothes? Toothbrush? "
"Everything I need until I return for the rest of it."
Petunia fretted over her until she could find nothing more to ask. Lucy hugged her once more, close to crying herself, "Don't worry Mum, It'll be okay" she turned once more,
"Wait!"
She turned once again,
"Take this."
Petunia thrust a picture frame into her hands, Lucy looked down at the smile faces of their annual family portrait, Lucy seated on the floor with her legs tucked gracefully under her, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley seated elegantly on two chairs and Dudley seated next to his sister in a much less dignified manner.
"Thanks Mum" she smiled, Her Mother's face was streaked with tears, "Now don't you start crying" Lucy scolded, "If you start crying, then I'm going to cry, and we'll both be a mess" she laughed as thin wet lines trailed down her cheeks, "Bye mum" she whispered and hugged her for the last time, and walked down the road to the nearest bus stop.
(Wasn't that fun boys and girls? I thought since every OC I have every read her been a "Not-Like-Other-Girls" tomboyish type, which is totally fine, what every floats your boat, I decided to make one that I know we don't see much, the average, screams at a spider, drama queenish, awkward teenager. Be sure to tell me what you think!.