Author's Note: Well, I'm crying. The Deathly Hallows was the best one yet. Finished the other day. I'll miss you, amazing series. No other book, movie, or show can compare, my love :( Anyway, enjoy.

Marco called Rebecca for dinner, but didn't call her again after he realized he was being pointedly ignored. He sat down to begin eating. If she got hungry, she'd come down.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Rebecca came into the kitchen quietly, sitting down across from her father at the table. He said nothing, but watched her help herself to dinner.

"I'm sorry," she said as she pushed some of the food around her plate. "I was angry; I still am. It's unfair."

Marco nodded his agreement. "I know it is."

They ate in silence for the rest of the meal, Rebecca not really eating as much as she was pushing around the plate. "I'm sorry," she said again as she picked up her plate to throw away the remains.

Marco nodded, watching her clean up. "I know you are."

The next morning, Rebecca left without saying good-bye, simply fled the house even before him. She decided to walk. Not ashamed or angry with her father, but unable to face him because of the regret she felt for hurting him. He'd only been trying to help.

Rebecca arrived at school, catching up with Daniel at her locker. "Hey," she said, opening it to get out some books.

"What's up?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. She could tell he still felt bad.

"I'm fine, really," she said, answering his unasked question rather than 'what's up?'

Daniel shrugged as though he didn't fully believe her, but he let it be. "So, my dad called today," he said conversationally while Rebecca shut and locked her locker.

She threw her bag over her shoulder. "Yeah? What did he say?"

"Have a good day at school," he snorted. "Pathetic."

Rebecca rolled her eyes, understanding. "Yeah, it really is."

She turned to him, alarmed. She was afraid that she wasn't supposed to agree with him. Perhaps she was supposed to shake her head, tell him his father was only busy, that he really wanted to have a conversation with him, and that he missed him.

However, looking at him, she saw that he was looking straight ahead, pleased with her answer. She calmed down, turning before him. "I'll see you after homeroom," she said.

"Bye," he said, barely turning around She could tell he was upset.

When she walked into first period, she was pleased to see that her friend looked a lot happier. "Daniel," she said, acknowledging him before taking her seat.

"You know, I really like it here," Daniel replied. "People are just so…I don't know what the word even is."

"In everyone's business?" said Rebecca, raising her eyebrow. "Trust me, they're not amazing, but I'm glad you like it here."

The two stopped their conversation, and turned to the front of the room, as Mr. Armstrong had started to teach.

"Rebecca," said the girl behind her. "Rebecca," she whispered again more fiercely. Rebecca rolled her eyes, and turned around.

"What?" she whispered back, but was able to successfully pretend she was paying attention when Mr. Armstrong glanced at her.

"There was a man outside today," she said, still keeping her voice quiet. "He asked me who I was, and if I knew you, I told him yes, but then quickly ran inside." She paused. "I'm sure you understand."

Rebecca nodded, understanding why she ran from the strange man. Rebecca was quite concerned herself. Who had been looking for her?

"Well, anyway, just be careful. The man was a redhead with br—"

"Ms. Patty?" said Mr. Armstrong, who was well aware of the girls' conversation. "Shall I stop my class until you're done?"

"Sorry," the dark haired girl apologized meekly. When his back was turned, however, she went on. "Dark brown eyes, and big leather jacket. I don't know why, but he's looking for you."

Rebecca appreciated the warning. She'd make sure Daniel was right by her side when they were walking out of the building. She tried to pay attention for the rest of the class, but he was on her mind. The man, of course. Not Daniel… Well, she thought to herself, unfortunately, Daniel was too.

While she walked with Daniel to the cafeteria for lunch, Rebecca tried to fathom who could possibly be looking for her, and whether he would still be there after school? How did he know of her? Had she ever met him?

"Becky?" said Daniel, interrupting her thoughts.

Rebecca blinked, realizing that they had gotten to their common table already. "Oh, right." She sat down with him. "Elizabeth's not sitting with us today."

Daniel nodded. "You told me," he said, smiling slightly.

Rebecca didn't reply; she simply watched him as he opened his bag that held a sandwich. "Aren't you eating?" he asked, gesturing to her empty hands.

"Nah," she said, propping her head on her elbow. "Listen, there was a man outside looking for me, according to Hailey Ascavit."

Daniel raised his eyebrow, looking disturbed. "Was he…old or something?"

Rebecca shrugged. "I didn't see him, Daniel. I'm worried."

"Don't. Relax," he said, putting his hand, the one not holding the sandwich, on top of hers. She recognized it as his usual gesture of comfort. "It'll be fine."

Rebecca decided to let it go, barely speaking for the rest of the lunch period as Daniel read while finishing his sandwich. For some reason, she couldn't get rid of the intense worry inside of her.

"I can't believe how much work I have to do tonight," said Daniel, sounding completely exhausted. "I mean, with the—"

"Shh," said Rebecca abruptly, holding her arm out for him to stop walking. "That must be him," she said quietly, pointing across the street.

"There's no way he's been there all day," said Daniel, confused. "Hailey must have told them when school ended."

"Let's walk…quickly," she replied, but before she could, the man had recognized their hurry, and ran quickly over to speak with them.

"Wait!"

Rebecca stopped because of second nature, but Daniel tried to get her to start moving again. "Come on," he pleaded.

But Rebecca remained still. There was something familiar about him that she simply couldn't put her finger on.

He smiled a familiar, yet grim, smile, and held out his hand. Rebecca looked first at Daniel, who seemed to be debating in his mind whether or not they were doing something good, and then took his outstretched hand.

"Do you know, then who I'm looking for? Do you know Rebecca Donovan?"

Rebecca felt her body shaking as she spoke. "I—I'm Rebecca."

His strange smile became wider, though Rebecca felt he had known all along it was she. "Hello, Rebecca."

"Rebecca, let's—"

"Hold on," said the man, raising his hand up to prevent Daniel from saying anything more. "It's only fair that I get to speak with my only daughter, right?"

Author's Note: Please review :) I think I won't be starting the Harry Potter story for a couple of days or…weeks, but I already have some ideas. I generally right during Lily and the marauders' time.