*Thanks for the review JohnnyDeppIsMine. I am glad to hear you like it. I also realized I did not thank Desigirl97 and marinapanic for their kind reviews. It is encouraging to hear you like it and certainly gives me a push to keep this story going.

*This chapter goes into a little more detail of the "cult" involvement. I won't ever mention any names of people Lindsey's parents follow religiously (pun intended) because I don't want to use real people in the story. I will, however, describe methods they use and some may be a bit disturbing and cruel. You can't say I didn't warn you. If you are interested in learning more about these people for any reason, just pm me and I can provide those sources. Though, honestly, I'd stay away from it. Some of them are beyond crazy.

*Also, note that this story is set in May 1996. Lindsey's school year was ending in a couple weeks. Hogwarts doesn't end until the end of June (per the books). U.S school years vary, but 180 days is average. A few schools are year-round, which means they go for 180 days, but they don't get summers off. They go for about three months, get about 3 weeks off, three months and then three weeks off, etc. Lindsey's school starts the last week of August and ends by the 1st of June.

I'm not as happy with this chapter as I am some of the others. It's a bit boring. Things will liven up in the next couple chapters.

Chapter 10:

The following morning, they were still stuck in, wherever it was they were. A layer of frost covered the ground.

The breakfast provided included fried eggs, sausages, bacon, toast and melons. Lindsey's mother would never have fixed such a meal at home for breakfast. She was used to oatmeal and cereal with some toast or something quick and easy like that.

Everyone scattered after breakfast. The day was chilly with the scattered clouds.

"So, what is there to do?" Ron asked, growing bored with walking around the area.

"I didn't bring anything. I assumed we'd be back long before now." Harry stated.

"Well, I have a radio and a few other things in my luggage." Lindsey said. They looked at her. "What? My sister and I had to keep entertained somehow."

"I forget you weren't living at home before we came." Lindsey sighed at Neville's words. "What do you do with a radio?"

"Well, people talk about stuff like politics and the news and it plays music. I might be able to find a local station if I play with the knob." She grinned.

"What else do you have?"

"A pack of cards, a couple board games, a drawing pad, some pencils and some books. That's about it. Oh, and my school stuff."

"What sort of cards?" Ron asked.

"Playing cards. My sister and I would play blackjack, crazy 8's, Go fish, poker and stuff."

"Let's do that." Hermione said to the questioning faces of Draco, Neville and Ron. "Get the radio and the cards. We can listen to music and play a few games." Lindsey went back to the tent. The professors were nearby, talking in hushed voices. She didn't know what they were talking about, but assumed it was probably about being stuck here and what to do next.

Lindsey explained how to play BlackJack and Hermione dealt the cards.

"The people on here don't move!" Neville exclaimed.

"Oh course not. It's not a wizard's game." Lindsey said with a kind smile to him. Lindsey found a station that played some music. "Can't Buy Me Love, a Beatles song. My mom used to like them. My parents don't know I, er, borrowed their radio." Lindsey admitted.

"You took their radio?"Hermione asked while they played the games.

"Eh, they have, like, five others. They don't let us listen to music anymore. It's of the devil." Harry eyed her strangely.

"Of the devil?"

"Yes. Music corrupts the youth unless it is hymns and psalms."

"Psalms?"

"Poems. Psalms is a book of the Holy Bible. It's of poems and prayers written by King David."

"Yes, we used to read them in church." Harry said.

"We had to memorize them, memorize scripture. Me, especially."

"Why?" Draco inquired.

"My parents felt it was the best education. Good thing Alaska's homeschool laws are so lenient. I wish they were stricter so my mom would have to teach them more than writing and reading and basic math. They aren't doing any science or history, except what's in the Bible. It worries me."

"They aren't going to be prepared for life, in the muggle world, that is. They won't be able to get away and study like you have been able to." Hermione spoke, sadly.

"No. that's why it worries me so much. I want them to be successful and go to college and be able to support themselves. My parents don't want them to be away from them though. I know they won't let them go to college. I don't know how they will be able to support themselves. None of my younger siblings, with the exception of Callie, have ever set foot in a school. They are never around other children."

"What about at church?"

"No nursery or Sunday school. They keep the children with them at all times. Other children are, well, bad influences I guess. They don't know how to interact around other kids and that worries me too. I mean, I was homeschooled for a year and mom kept us secluded. It was awful, but I was used to being around others. I had been in school since I was three. Most people didn't send their children to preschool, but Callie and I went and I loved school most of the time. So did Callie. It was my escape from home." Lindsey turned to the others. They were all listening to her. The music in the background played `The House of the Rising Sun' by The Animals.

"Before I was in fifth grade, Callie and I went to school most of the year, did extracurricular activities, had friends over at times, but usually we went to our friends' houses. In fifth grade, that mostly stopped. We were allowed to be other activities, but rarely got to leave home otherwise. The other activities were the only reason I was able to keep my sanity. Thank heavens for wizard schools. When I started there though, mom and dad went off the deep end a bit more and only let Callie take violin lessons. Then they stopped letting the younger ones leave during church services and no longer let anyone over except those from church. I so wished I could have brought Callie to school with me. She would have been happier, even if she couldn't do the work." No one said a word.

"She couldn't go though, even if she wanted to." Draco said. Muggles could not go to wizard schools. His parents thought muggleborns shouldn't either, which may or may not have included Lindsey.

"No, I suppose not."

"You honestly don't know who your father is?" He asked, knowing it was a bit personal, but still.

"No. I tried to locate my birth certificate but my mom doesn't have one in the house for some odd reason. I'd have to go all the way to Oregon to get it from the courthouse. I've heard of parental potions, I may try one of them one day. It's funny, all my siblings have a birth certificate, but mom says she lost mine. I'm not sure if I believe that or she's hiding something. I know I'm not adopted. I inherited her eyes and ears. We both have a quirky kink to ours. We share a blood type as well, 0+."

"How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Harry asked.

"Seven, all half, none full. One on the way."

"Why do they have so many? I mean it's not like they were trying for a boy." Ron said. He had six siblings of his own.

"Well, they wanted a boy. They have four boys right now. They will keep going until nature stops them."

"They will have more?"

"She's having one this autumn. She won't stop. She believes it is her calling from God. Birth babies, lots of babies and be submissive to her husband."

"Why?"

"Lo, children are a heritage of the Lord and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."

"What?" Ron asked, confused.

"Psalms 127, King David wrote it. My parents believe it is a call to have children, lots of children. Lots of "arrows" in their quiver means lots of children in the home. Building up an army for God to fight Satan, that's what they trying to do. Be fruitful and multiply. Of course, they forget David had at least seven wives, likely more and concubines. It's much easier to have lots of babies with so many women birthing them." She smirked.

"I don't get your parents, but if they were normal we wouldn't be in this position." Neville said.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I meant we wouldn't have had to help you. I don't mind being stuck here." He looked at the professors. "I just wish it weren't with Snape."

"He just wants to get a rise out of you. Ignore him." Draco said to Neville.

"Dumbledore sent some lunch. Come along." McGonagall called to them. Lindsey shut off the radio as the song `Kokomo' by the Beach Boys ended.

"I always liked that song. It makes me think of the beach and warm weather."

"I liked it too." Neville agreed. "It's a happy song."

"Come on, race you back."

"Race?" Draco asked her.

"Yes, do you not ever race, just for fun?"

"No."

"You do now. Ready, set, go." She ran for the tent, Neville, Hermione, Ron and Harry on her heels. Draco sighed and ran as well. It seemed silly, but the others were enjoying themselves. She seemed to be cheering up. Why ruin the mood?

A/N: Yes, Americans do eat eggs, sausage, bacon and toast. It's just not an everyday thing for most people. I imagined Lindsey's mother to have her hands full most of the time. I assume she does not fix large breakfasts or lunches for anyone so it's a treat for Lindsey.

I italicized the song titles just so they show up more. Citation doesn't require it. "Kokomo" is one of my favorite songs. I'm not a fan of The Beatles, but I do like the movie of the song's namesake. I added it for my brother, who likes their music, since he just had a birthday. Happy Birthday bub!

Next: trouble brews with Harry.

Lindsey's mother is clearly hiding something from her. Any guesses?