AN: Hello once more dear fans. Or rather, dear fan. *smiles warmly at riukslovelydreams* please, i'd love to find some way to reward you for not only being awesome and showing so much support for me and my silly stories, but also being the only one who reviewed (or even read) the first chapter. At very least, i dedicate this next chapter to you for being an epic friend.

Even though i have other stories that i should get to, *avoids glares from those still waiting for "Sebby's Kitten" updates* i'm going to continue this purely for my own amusement (and for an excuse to reread the series again~ :3 ...not that i need one ;) )

So here it goes, the next chapter of "The Girl WHo Laughed"

-*HP*-

The Vanishing Girl

Nearly ten hours had passed since Lucy Pink went to sleep in her nice normal bed. She woke up later then usual, even for a weekend and stumbled downstairs in her fluffy pink robe, lace tank top and purple flannel pajama pants.

" 'morning Lulu" called Peter from the kitchen. Lucy was too tired to correct her step-father and his horrid nickname for her, so instead she walked away, enjoying the way her bare feet felt gliding across the cool smooth tiles of her kitchen floor. She poured herself a cup of coffee that Peter had already brewed. She didn't like the stuff really, but she found it made her look incredibly mature, so she tolerated it.

Peter laughed and set his own mug of coffee down on the kitchen table, turning on the stool he was sitting on to face his step-daughter with his usual kind smile as he said "You don't have to drink coffee if you don't like it, Lulu..."

"Mr. Pink. I find coffee in the morning fairly invigorating thank you very much." She responded cooly with her chip up, technically not lying. She did find the strong taste and scalding temperature of the drink did wake her up at least.

"Please, call me Peter, and you don't have to pretend to be something you're not in this household or anywhere"

"Mr. Pink," She responded stubbornly as she took a huge gulp of her coffee, immediately regretting it as the liquid burned her mouth and made her tongue painfully raw "I assure you I am aware of that information and I regret to oppose your implication, but I am always myself"

At that moment Panya choose to walk in, yawning and wearing nothing other then underwear, a huge old baggy shirt with the words "Harry Otter" and with a picture of a otter with glasses and black robes, and on her feet she wore her large fluffy green slippers.

"Hey-ya Lucy~" She gave her sister a one armed hug and went to the pantry for some ingredients for her breakfast.

"Good morning, sister. I trust you had pleasant dreams?" Lucy took another, more cautious, sip of her cooling coffee and grimaced at the taste, much to the amusement of her step-sister.

"You shouldn't drink that stuff, caffeine's bad for you. You don't wanna stay so short forever do ya?"

"Don't worry Panya, it's decaf" assured her father with another laugh "you don't think it'd let a ten year old drink caffeinated coffee?"

Nether of them heard Lucy mutter under her breath that she was almost eleven.

Panya said with a playful smirk "Knowing the things you let me get away with when I was her age I wouldn't be surprised!"

"Fair enough" laughed Peter "However I'll try to do better. Would you mind getting the paper for me, dear?"

Panya quickly cracked a couple of eggs on the edge of the frying pan and set it over the stove top "oh sorry, dad, I already have my breakfast cooking and I don't want the eggs to burn..."

"There goes my attempt to be forceful," laughed Peter once again "Lucy, would you be a dear and fetch daddy's newspaper?"

"Of course father." Lucy was happy for the excuse to set down her cup of coffee and she happily walked out of the kitchen down the short hall to the front door. She was only mildly surprised when she found something other then the morning paper on their doorstep, her step-family were always getting letters and packages, and a basket like this didn't look too out of the ordinary. When she she bent down to pick it up, however, she was startled to see that the strange basket had been addressed to her of all people.

She picked up the letter on top and noticed the strange heavy paper and long slanting handwriting. Lucy slit open the envelope and unfolded the letter inside and read the following message

Dear Lucy Pink,

Your sister, Panya and I are good friends and she has confiding in me her worry for you. Now from what I understand with your mother and all, you haven't had much of a childhood in your short ten years of life so far. Panya has informed me that you don't believe in magic of any kind, not even Santa Claus and it breaks her heart to see that in you. She cares very much, I'm sure you know, and she wished for me to help her give you the adventure you deserve.

When we meet face to face I'll be able to explain in greater detail and answer any questions you may have on the topic.

Until then, I wish you well on your journey.

signed Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

Lucy gave a low chuckle. It was just like Panya to do something like this. Regardless, Lucy was still curious at what was inside the basket, so setting the letter beside the forgotten newspaper, she reached down and pulled away the cloth covering of the basket and found a book.

It was a small leather book, and Lucy couldn't help but reach out to examine it more closely, but the moment her finger touched the book, it felt as it was glued there and she felt a strange sensation of being hooked right behind the naval as she felt herself being tugged away. Her head spun, as did the rest of her body she felt and before she could even react, she found herself in a tiny dark closet.

Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed the zig-zaggy ceiling of the closet and concluded that the closet must have been under some staircase like one she remembered in her old house. The more she took in her surroundings however, the more she noticed that the closet wasn't just a closet, but someone's bedroom.

She looked around slowly at the few personal objects set around the closet, or rather, bedroom, and wondered just what kind of person slept in a closet. Just then she noticed some movement from the corner of the room and she turned around to face what she thought was just a bundle of blankets, but what turned out to be a little boy, about her age with dark messy hair, bright green eyes...and a lightning shaped scar seemingly carved delicately into his forehead, and he was looking straight at her.

AN: I know it's short, but i'll be updating this soon (probably) because unlike my other stories, i actually have a very clear idea with where this is going! XD

Since i feel especially kind (and desperate) i would be happy to find some sort of interesting prize type thingy for anyone who reads this and reviews to this chapter before i post the next one. I live off of feedback, both the good ones that make me cry happy author tears, and the angry ones that make me crack up at others stupidity lol jk! (not really...)

anywho~ i'll shut up! bye bye! don't forget to review!