I don't own Harry Potter. The Muggles and Sarah, I own, unless you recognize the name from Harry Potter. I also created a few students and teachers for my pleasure to give myself something to work with.
"Leave us alone," Rocky said bravely as a curly haired brunette broke open the glass on the sliding door to their compartment. "Leave us alone! Can't you see she's hurt?"
"Which is why we're taking her home with us, boy," she glared, pointing a gun at him. "We have our ways of entry. Now give us our daughter and we'll be on our way."
"No! She told me all about what you did to her!" he yelled in defiance, terrified, but knowing that if there was a metalbender in their area, he or she would surely come to his aid. "I'm not letting her go back to that hellhole!"
"Die, brat," she spat before shooting him. The air around the bullet swirled before it dropped onto the floor. "Impossible."
"Leave us alone!" Rocky yelled in defiance, channeling his chi away from him and forcing the older woman away from him. "Help! Help, I'm being attacked! Help!"
"She's a minor, she belongs to me," Sarah's mother spat angrily as Harry approached her, her rage building at these unknown people.
"She's a free woman," Harry shot back."Rocky,I want you two separate from Miss Denning before the train gets to King's Cross. Her parents will be there, and it will be our duty to keep an eye on their interactions."
"You haven't heard the last of me, freak," Sarah's mother spat, "The name's Jennifer. Remember it well since you'll die by my hands."
"Right," Harry scoffed, "I was told that I would die of old age, and that's how I intend to go, Trigger."
"Yes, sir," the student said crestfallen before he left the carriage. Jennifer was thrown out the window harshly by Harry as Rocky wrote a quick note to Sarah explaining his absence from the carriage for when she awoke. He tucked it away inside her carry-on satchel, and raced out after Harry.
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"Who the hell are they? Whose kid belongs to that batch of lunatics? I pity him or her."
"My, my, the students are extremely excited," Arthur Weasley mused with a smirk, "And the parents."
"Oh, wait, I think I see her," Charlie said standing up straight, then slouching. "False alarm."
"No, but here's a hint, Charlie: look for someone who's trying not to cry and wields a notebook," Percy encouraged harshly and coldly. "I'm sure that you'll see more than I will, at least."
"That's true, I suppose," Charlie said shrugging.
Sarah stepped off the train, unsure of where to go from where she was. She'd gotten Rocky's letter to her, and had known for a while that she should have known that it was too good to be true. Everyone else was too busy celebrating to care much, and to her astonishment, Ron's owl flew over to her.
'Oh, hey pig,' she thought dejectedly. 'I wish you could find Professor Snape and get him to kill me or to take away my magic. I'm tired of being a nobody. I only won that prank war because of my pie incident, and that was because I wanted everyone to feel like the fools that they thought I was.'
"Sarah Naomi Denning!" a cold voice sounded, and Sarah turned slightly and smiled.
"Miss Denning," Fred and George said approaching her, with Molly bringing up the rear. "We're going to need for you to step with us for a while."
"I'm afraid that as her mother, I don't give you permission to do so," Jennifer said coldly before dragging Sarah outside of the train station.
HPHPHPHP(Two Weeks Later)HPHPHPHP
Sarah smirked evilly as her inner Slytherin/Ravenclaw/Gryffindor combination came out. She was loyal to Hogwarts and Hogwarts alone. She'd begged the nurses over the course of the past few days to leave a quart of water in her bedroom since she was prone to waking up with cottonmouth and would probably down it within the first night. Unbeknownst to them, she'd been using wandless levitating charms with it gradually over time into the electrical outlets and into the alarm system surrounding her room through the walls.
She'd been doing it the entire two weeks that she'd been in this insane asylum, and was forced to put up with a particularly nasty female nurse who thought the same as her mother – that she didn't deserve to live. Sarah had had more than enough of it, and had plotted her revenge for the entire two weeks. She'd even plotted an escape route and a way to ensure that nobody followed her: A suicide note and a fake body. Her teachers would be devastated if they listened to the Muggle news, but none of them really did, and surely not so soon into the summer.
She smiled evilly as she opened her window without the alarm going off. She channeled more water into the outlets and into the alarm system all around her room. She was wary, however, since she also knew that this could spark a fire if done in excess. She reclosed the window, waiting for her nurse to do her nightly rounds and refill the water bottle.
"Had enough, bitch? Drinking more water, I see. At least you're doing something right for once in your bloody life," the nurse sneered. "You still believe magic is real?"
'I'll break out to prove it to you, too,' Sarah beamed evilly as she wrote everything down on the notepad that Severus had supplied to her. 'Not that you'll be able to see me do it anyways. I was planning on two nights from now, but I can hear a voice calling out 'Remember who you are. If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow. So, be strong tonight. Remember what you are.' Not that you'd get what I'm saying anyways.'
"No, I think you're crazy," the nurse sneered. "Good luck with that, bitch. Have fun."
Sarah smirked as she quickly scrawled out a note to the authorities, making it look like suicide, but a fellow Marauder would know that it was code for "I'm busting out of here, bastards, and there's nothing you can do about it, so suck it up!" before tearing it out of her notebook and placing it under the now-empty water bottle and a paperweight that the asylum supplied. She knew by now who it was that she was loyal to most, and opened the window into the frigid night air. She had broken the camera that overlooked her room as well over the week, and now silently repaired it before heading out into the darkness of the night.
She raced away, her mind racing. She'd had dozens of escape routes planned, none of them pleasant in the least, but was now able to find a drunken woman who was dying in a darkened alley. Finding this as good a time as ever to practice, she dragged the woman into the sewers, promising that it would help her keep cool. She immediately drowned the woman, made the woman's dental work match her own identically by more wandless magic. Nobody except a staff member at Hogwarts would know it was a fake. She was home free.
Severus, Ron, and Harry gaped in horror the next morning as the massive amount of Muggle police enforcement surrounded the mental hospital that Sarah had been staying at for the summer. Minerva had sent her, worrying over Sarah's sanity and apparent use of "accidental" magic the night before. Her mother had put her there to try to convince her that magic and waterbending wasn't real, as well as to get her to talk. The trio now understood what the accidental magic was for.
"What happened?" Harry gasped to a cop, "We three have a student in there! What happened? Is she alright?"
"I don't know," the man said honestly, "All I know is that a teenage girl is missing and a nurse drowned nowhere near water."
"What was the name of the missing student?" Snape asked, already knowing who it was.
"Sarah Denning," he replied. "She's apparently been missing before."
The only thought that ran through the trio's mind was that their employer was going to kill them for not doing their job the night before.
Sarah slunk through the sewers, making sure that by going underwater, she was covered in the filthy waters that surrounded her, making her unrecognizable to almost anyone. She was exhausted, but was more than ready to get going and get back to Hogwarts. The only problem was that she had no way of knowing where to go from where she was. She had been kept in the dark, and her school things had been locked into her mother's hotel room.
Sarah smiled evilly as her mother prepared for her own funeral, leaving for a few hours to identify the body that Sarah knew was a fake, but they thought was her. She'd used magic to speed up the decomposition process, and her brothers were sitting in the main room of the hotel, right across from her trunks.
She grinned as she broke the electronic lock on the door with melted ice, almost starting a fire in the process. The two boys were confused at the alarm, but raced outside once they realized it was the fire alarm. Sarah had quickly gone and hidden in the ice machine room, silently sticking a block of ice in the crack of the door, ensuring it would stay open for her. She felt a rush of relief as she found all of her school things, wand and robes included, in her trunk. She jolted, realizing that firemen were on their way to the room her clan was in, and hissed angrily. If there was ever a time that water was at her advantage, it was now since they were trying to douse nonexistent flames.
She grabbed a towel, shielding her face and features from them, but unbeknownst to her, a Gryffindor student was in these firefighter's ranks. He stared at her, and she at his wand sheath, before the two finally broke and he ordered the others to go on ahead and he'd see what was causing the holdup of water in this room.
"I know you're a witch. What are you doing here?" he asked harshly, "you could give us all away!"
She willed the smoke to form words on the walls. 'Shrink these school things. I'm leaving abuse.'
"Right. I won't stop you, then," he said as he shrunk her things with his wand. "Good luck, and may Merlin be with you."
'Thank you for not revealing me and for helping me. I'll repay you someday. What is your name? which way is Spinner's End?'
"No need. I've heard about what Harry Potter went through from his Muggles. If you're running away, then you're in the same bind. Good luck," he said before leaving.
'That was lucky,' Sarah thought before dropping the towel and putting the shrunken objects in her pockets. 'Too bad I don't know where Spinner's – oh, he left a map!'
Snape ran through the streets, his temper rising and his patience running extremely thin. Harry and Ron were beside him, and he was not happy at all in any matter about the latter tagging along for the ride after Harry had sent his patronus to Minerva. They were now following a lead of an unexplained fire in a hotel, which Snape knew her parents were hiding in. When they arrived, however, it was a false alarm and it was only a lock breaking and emitting harsh and angry smoke from water damage. Wait – water damage!
Dusk was breaking out over Muggle London, and the trio of Wizards reported their lack of findings to their employer and fellow staff members. Minerva told them to wait a few more days and to see if the Muggle police found anything before returning to her quarters to cry her eyes out.
Sarah slunk around the darker alleys for a while, using her accidental magic to get her an occasional meal of soup, to which the makers and restaurants were all shocked at the disappearances, while Sarah was grateful. She had a full enough stomach to survive just barely, even though she was also eating out of garbage bins every so often for a snack, ensuring to wash it with water if it was deemed worthy enough of her taste buds and pallet.
Once she was full, she slunk off to Diagon Alley, withdrawing all of her money from her bank accounts and running her Visa Debit card dry just before entering Wizardry London. She walked through the streets, not even caring who saw her since everybody thought her dead, and walked calmly over to an ally of hers that she remembered. She tossed a pebble at him, and he turned around in confusion.
"Sarah?" he asked before she silently hushed him with her finger to her lips and nodded. "Hey, mom, I'm going to go hang out with a friend for a while so we can practice for school. Is that okay?"
"Well…alright, but be careful. I don't want you to end up like that Denning girl on the news…"
"I know, mom, I'll be careful," he said before slinking off to Sarah. "Merlin's beard! You smell awful! What have you been doing, hiding in the sewers this whole time?"
Sarah nodded, and wrote out her big escape plan, and how she needed his help, and that it would most definitely ensure a location with the Reformed Marauders since this was the kind of things they lived for.
"Right. Give me the money, I'll be right back," he whispered, and she handed it all to him. All two thousand American Dollars' worth. "Wow, Sarah. How'd you get all this? Working?"
She again nodded.
"right. I'll be right back," he said before heading off to Gringotts. Ten minutes later, he returned with an extremely large wad of gold.
"Thanks," she croaked out in gratitude, and his eyes widened.
"You're welcome," he grinned happily. "You can talk when you're extremely Happy, can't you?"
She nodded before grabbing her trunk out of her pocket. She frowned, having no way to get it back to normal. Luckily for them, another fellow sneak was lurking nearby.
"Name's Fred Weasley," he introduced, "I noticed you look a bit messy. You alright?"
"She's a mute, but yeah, she's fine. She was just shoved into the sewers by her parents," Rocky answered smoothly. "She took all the Muggle money in their wallets as a thank you before taking off for Diagon Alley. Left them behind somewhere near the Leaky Cauldron…"
"Nice!" Fred beamed. "I'm on break. Want me to resize that so it'll fit in your pocket?" Sarah nodded, and he did so. "No need to thank me! Just visit the joke shop my twin and I own when you can, okay?"
"We will," Rocky answered happily, "Thank you, Mr. Weasley! So, Sarah, you talk about the Marauders as if you know them personally. Do you?"
"Shh!" she whispered excitedly bouncing up and down in place.
"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly.
"Don't be scared if they announce I'm dead on the radio," she whispered, "I planted a fake corpse in the sewers and altered the teeth to look like me."
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The two days after Sarah had met Rocky in Diagon Alley, the Hogwarts staff was all soon gathered in Snape's Muggle home, listening intently to the radio. They were desperate for news of their missing student, and more than just anxious since none of the Aurors were able to locate her with 'Point Me' spells or any kind of detection spells. She was just too good at hiding, a regular Houdini. She was brave, they mused, for running away. She was cunning and smart for planning everything out, and loyal to whomever she was running away to. It was no wonder the hat couldn't place her, Harry thought to himself over a glass of firewhiskey. Snape, meanwhile, decided to take a better look at the officer's memories again.
'I' m a mute, but when I write a note, nobody listens. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the nearest stream.'
It had been her handwriting, there was no doubt, and there were no streams nearby. Unless…
"Merlin's beard," Snape muttered in his bedroom as the others remained in the living room below, "It was in front of us all along. It was a code. 'If you need me I'll be in the nearest stream.' The sewers must be where she's hiding!"
"This just in," a radio announcer said, and the staff listened in harshly, "The decomposed body of a female was found in the sewers earlier today. The parents have brought in dental records and identified it as none other than Sarah Denning, the girl missing from Wool's Asylum."
Somewhat of a cliffie. Next chapter includes Snape's reaction and what Sarah will do now that she's a free witch!
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