N/A: So here is the second chapter… enjoy!

Hope is found in the depths of misery….

Friend: a friend is a person that no matter what time it is, no matter how busy they are, and no matter what the circumstance, they will be there to help. The person who can be told anything and they will not judge you.

Adriana Adele and Sirius Black were not supposed to be friends. No one wanted them to be, it wasn't allowed. Sirius was of the purest blood and Addy had no blood. Never would the two be allowed to be friends. And yet day after day, they met.

Addy awoke happy every morning, as she never had before. She skipped down the stairs as Mrs. Crouch scowled at her happy face, though she knew no way to stop the smile. She did try.

One month after Addy began to visit Sirius, the sun didn't rise as it always did at five-thirty, but rather waited, not wanting to witness the day's cruelties. Addy awoke as normal and spent no time pondering the sun's absence. She was an orphan, not a philosopher.

The stairs seemed to creak more on this day than they ever had before as Addy cautiously climbed down the stairs, vigilantly so as not to wake the other, older orphans. Once she had stubbed her toe and cried out in fright more than pain, waking Amycus Carrow from his bed. She sported a black eye and a bruised lip for a week after the incident. No one asked how she got it. No one cared.

She reached the bottom and grabbed her bucket, a smile creeping across her face as she began to think of her angel-faced friend.

She opened the door and began to walk outside. Her face felt a slight cool breeze hit its chapped skin for but a moment before a sharp pain was felt from the back of her head. Before she knew what was happening, she was being dragged by the hair into the kitchen.

"You're late," accused Mrs. Crouch, though she was not.

"But the sun's not even awoke!" Addy protested, earning her a hard smack across the face that sent her backwards into the hard brick wall.

"You don't talk o me like that you ugly bitch! It's obvious why your whore of a mother gave you up, you're ugly face would be bad for business. If the costumers thought those were what hers looked like, they would never go back for seconds," Mrs. Crouch accused.

One must understand that Addy was not pretty.

She had short hair that grazed her shoulders. It was very thin and looked as though one good yank could separate it from her scalp forever. It was blonde, but not the pretty honey-blonde or the elegant gold-blonde. It was bleach-blonde, as though burnt by some chemical, only it was natural. She had dark thin eyebrows that would have been pretty if only her hair had mirrored their color. However, being blonde as she was, her eyebrows only seemed alien and out of place. Her skin had a red tint to it from her love of the out doors and inability to tan. She had a small nose and a precise chin. Her eyes were beautiful bright green, and they remained hidden. Years of torment created an impenetrable cloud over her eyes. Her once beautiful green eyes were now but a dull gray. Only if someone looked hard in the center could the green been seen. But of course, no one bothered to look.

But still, when all you've got is nothing, you have to make something out of what you've got.

Addy bowed her head, holding back tears.

"Well, why haven't you left yet?" Mrs. Crouch yelled, pushing Addy in the direction of the door.

Addy fell sideways straight into the side of the hot stove, burning the side of her hand. She yelped in pain, but ran out before Mrs. Crouch could say a word.

Out in the snow, Addy, bucket in tow, ran to the well, arriving but a few minutes late.

"Buzz, why're you late? What happened to you're hand?" asked Sirius when he saw the way Addy was cradling her hand against her chest. He reached out to grab her hand.

"None of you're fucking business!" she snapped back at him, recoiling as he fell back, ashamed, frightened and disappointed.

"Egghead," she said quietly, ashamed of herself for bursting out at the one friend she had, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I swear. I'm so sorry." She crawled over to where he sat on the frostbitten earth.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked again this time cautiously and quietly, mimicking her manner.

She turned it her and showed him the burn though she said nothing.

Sirius had never in his life seen an injury worse than a skinned knee and the sight of the burnt skin made him nauseous, but somehow, he could not take his eyes from the dead flesh.

"It's nothing," Addy said, hiding it underneath her charred sleeve.

"You've had worse?" Sirius questioned.

"No," she admitted, "but I've seen worse. And it heals."

The two remained in silence as Addy hauled up the water. Never before had they been together and not spoken, but for some reason, neither felt awkward. Each others presence was enough.

Before Addy turned to leave Sirius enveloped her in an enormous bear hug.

"Get better buzz," he said before turning away.

"Thanks!" she called after him, but he continued walking, though a slight upbeat in his step told Addy she had been heard.

Her upbeat skipping continued all the way to the open orphanage door, causing her to slam into an older girl.

"Oh my gosh!" she said suddenly. Addy braced herself, ready for the cursing, the screaming and the hitting she was certain would follow. No one was to upset an older child at the orphanage.

"Are you ok?" she asked, concern etched in every one of her features, "I hope I didn't hurt you."

The girl bent down and gave Addy a big hug. The smaller girl tensed up, still waiting for the attack.

"Hehe" laughed the older, "I'm Hestia," she explained, "I understand why you're scared. Don't be. I won't hurt you."

Addy loosened her muscles and allowed herself to be engulfed by the hug. But the skeptical look did not leave her face and she didn't hug the other girl back.

"My, you're much too skinny," Hestia said touching Addy's nose. "Why don't you come with me?"

"I can't" Addy stuttered, falling back towards the door.

"Alright, but just so you know, Anytime you need something, stop by the bakery. It's always open for you. Just because you're an orphan doesn't mean you've been forgotten."

Addy nodded as she turned quickly to go back into the house, frightened by the strange way this stranger was treating her. But before she could go any farther, her body came in contact with a solid muscular chest. She turned around to meet the hard cold stare of Amycus Carrow. He was a fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and only he and his sister had been in the orphanage longer than Addy.

"Don't lie to the girl. Orphans are the forgotten of the world. Go back to your cooking Hestia, and leave us alone. You don't know what its like to be unloved. And you," he continued, turning now to face Addy, "Don't ever forget: you were left here by your mother. She chose to leave you here because she didn't want you. She left you and then forgot you ever happened. You could be a Black, or a Malfoy, the highest blood, and no one would care. You have already been forgotten. They don't remember because they don't want to remember. You're not worth it. Remember that."

Addy ran up the stairs, ignoring the argument her departure ignited. One word rang through her head.

FORGOTTEN