Author's Note: I may be taking more time to write my chapters now but they will be arriving. Slowly but surely :) So what happened last time? Had an odd dream. There was a change in her appearance and Carys knocked her out. Also, the 'gang' found out her parents were dead. So, Love to your Mothers and on with the story!

Chapter 11 - Not a Good Memory Lane

Aziza had never been that close with her parents. They had kept her away from other children so she never really had any social relationships until after they died. She hadn't meant to do it.

It was a baking hot day on the 6th of July. Lots of children were outside playing ball games and running through sprinklers.

Aziza, however, was inside. Her parents didn't let her go outside and play with the other children so she watched them from her bedroom window. As she watched two small children hug their dog, Aziza had wondered, why couldn't she go outside like the other kids? For many years she had asked her parents this and they said that they wanted to keep her to themselves but most of the time they were away at work, and she was left home alone, apart from the maid.

So she decided that today she would go outside. It was so easy, just stepping over the doorframe. Sure she had been outside. But never by herself. It was so different. When she had gone out with her mother she had been steered away from other children.

But now she could go right up to them and greet them. She played with the neighbourhood kids all day.

She was playing a game of catch when suddenly the ball was taken out of her hand. She looked round and there was her father, stern faced and angry, home from work. She had been having so much fun she had lost track of the time.

She had never seen her father so angry. That night he hit her. He had never laid a finger on her before. He took her to her room silently, and just outside the doorframe he turned he round and slapped her simply across the face. It was a hard slap and the sound it made resonated through the stone walls of the large house. Her cheek stung and her eyes welled up with tears. Not of pain but of anger.

" Do NOT disobey me ever again!" He shouted at her, a dangerous look in his eyes.

" Well, I wouldn't if you weren't so controlling and let me outside once in a while." Aziza screamed back " I'm not a prisoner!"

Her father was shocked. She had never once answered back before. Another slap. Her blood boiled.

" You wouldn't if you were a normal child and not a freak!" He spat back. Another slap. Aziza felt her anger consume her and shut down her conscious.

A door was heard being slammed and footsteps were climbing the stairs. The two listened silently, breathing heavily. It was Aziza's mother. She came into the room and saw the looks on their faces and Aziza's red cheek.

" What's this?" Her mother asked.

" Your daughter." Her father spat. He didn't look like her father anymore. His anger had made him look so different. Almost ugly. " Has been outside today, playing with those dirty kids from the other roads."

Her mother looked at her with disgust. She had never looked at Aziza like that. It marred her usual beauty. Aziza tried to back into her room but her father grabbed her arm and held her fast.

" Well, she's a witch isn't she? I knew she was going to try this." Her mother snarled.

" A witch?" Aziza asked. What was she talking about? And why were they looking at her like that? Did they even want her? " Well, if you didn't want me, why didn't you just give me away?" Hoping they would give her the answer she wanted.

They didn't.

" Oh, don't think we didn't try." Her father said maliciously and letting go of her arm as if she was dirty.

" We sent you to an adoption centre. But when we got back, there you were on the doorstep in a basket, a letter tucked under your chin." Her mother's eyes flashed at the memory. " Inside it read that you were a witch, to not give you away and to keep you from harm. So that is what we have done. You have not come to any harm, no?"

" No, but .... have I been loved?"

" No, how could we when we spent most of our time trying to keep you away from normal people. If I could go back I wouldn't even have you!" Her mother shouted at her, spit spraying her. Aziza's blood boiled, threatening to spill over.

" I hate you !" Aziza screamed, letting the anger, she had been trying to rein in, take over. As she was screaming she felt a powerful surge rush through her and explode. Bits of rubble from the house started to fall and before she knew it the ceiling had collapsed crushing her and both her parents, who had never actually even loved her.

Aziza woke to a tall figure looming over her. The figure held out a hand, and picking plaster out of her hair, she took it. He pulled her up and she looked around. Everything was smashed. The windows were shattered, priceless pieces of furniture were ruined, and when she looked up she could see the blue sky.

" Who are you?" She asked the figure. He had on what looked like a dress and had a long, greyish beard which came down to his stomach.

" My name is Professor Dumbledore." He said in a deep, authorative voice. " I'm the Headmaster at Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry. You're a witch." So that was what her mother was on about.

" I know.." He chuckled lightly at her reply.

" Well, you are very much informed. Who told you?"

" My mum." She said suddenly wondering where they were. " Where are my parents?" She asked warily, not looking into this Dumbledore's eyes. Even though she knew they didn't love her she still cared about what happened to them.

" They were crushed and died when the ceiling fell in." Dumbledore spoke in a somber voice. " I'm sorry."

" It's ok..." She said walking across the rubble to an over-turned picture. It was of the three of them. It was of her 5th birthday. She was leaning into the cake with a big smile on her face. She felt very protective of the little girl in the picture. " How come I'm alive..?" She queried turning to face him with the picture still in her hands.

" I'm not entirely sure, but I think because you are quite powerful and it was you that caused this that-"

" It was me?" She cried hysterically.

" Yes.. it seems your emotions got the best of you and you couldn't control your magic. If you come to Hogwarts, we could teach you how." Aziza looked at the photo and at her parent's faces. She felt sorry for them, she wasn't aware before the exorbitant amount of stress she had put them through, and she felt pity.

Pity, that what she was had eventually killed them. That she had killed them. She decided then that she would learn to control what she was and stop herself hurting anyone else. A single crystal tear fell and slid down the glass.

She went over to the window and the small children with the dog were still playing. Again, she wished she was like them. What it must be like to be that free.

" Here, come with me." Dumbledore held out his hand once again and still holding the picture, she took it. " Close your eyes." Too weak to argue or even ask what was happening, she did as she was told. An almost sick tug behind her navel brought a gasp from her lips and behind her eyelids she saw a bright burst of light. There were lots of excited voices and loud footsteps.

" You can open your eyes now." Dumbledore said with a slight grin. She opened her eyes and she was at the top of a bustling street. The bright light she had seen was the sun. " This is Diagon Alley."

Aziza looked at all the shop signs advertising cauldrons, frogs eyes and something called a 'Shooting Star'. Before she could even ask what that was, Dumbledore handed her an envelope. She tore it open and unfolded a letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Miss Bahur,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Terms begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely. Minerva McGonagall.

Aziza frowned.

" How am I going to pay for all of this?" She said pointing at the second piece of paper which had a list of books and uniform.

" Well, I'm guessing in the event of your parents death their fortune had been left to you, their only child. We can change it at Gringotts." Dumbledore explained.

" Change it?"

" We have different money." He said smiling at the worried look on her face. " Don't worry, you'll pick all of this up soon enough."

" I hope so." Aziza said to herself as she followed Dumbledore into the busy street.

After a very exciting day of purchasing items, the worry that Aziza had frequently pushed into the back of her mind to stop it ruining her day, refused to be pushed back again and made itself known.

" Where am I going to live?" She asked over the rim of her mug of coffee. Dumbledore set his mug back on the table and sat back thinking.

" Well you'll be living at Hogwarts while you learn there but for now, I think you'll be safe in this place I know called the Leaky Cauldron." He stood up and went over to the bar to pay the waitress, who refused the money with a smile and a shake of her head saying it was on the house. " I'll take you there now."

Laden down with bags and a cage with a short-eared owl she had chosen from the Magical Menagerie because it hooted musically when she put her finger through the bars of it's cage instead of biting her, she followed Dumbledore until they stopped outside a large brick wall.

" Is this where I'm staying?" Aziza asked eyeing the floor underneath the wall. " It doesn't look that comfortable.." Dumbledore laughed and took out his own wand and tapped a few bricks. An archway stretched out of the brick wall showing the way onto a concrete courtyard with lots of weeds growing out of the spaces between the poorly laid tiles.

" This doesn't look that much better.."

" Through here." Dumbledore said ushering her through a door and into a dark bar. A short barman with a receding hairline rushed up to Dumbledore.

" A drink, Albus?"

" Sorry Tom, not today, I have to rush away." Dumbledore smiled gently at the barman. " I was wondering if my friend here could have a room until September 1st?"

" Of course, of course, that would be not problem." The Barman peered at her. " My my, she looks exactly like San-" Dumbledore cut him off.

" Tom could you please show Aziza here to her room?" Dumbledore turned around and passed her a small piece of card. " Here's your train ticket. On September 1st someone will be here to take you to King's Cross station. Stay in Diagon Alley ok?" Dumbledore walked away swiftly and disappeared.

Aziza followed the small man up a flight of stairs and into a room. When he left she dropped all her bags, placed the owl's cage on top of a chest of drawers, collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

The 13 year old Aziza woke from her dream with a start. Remus was sitting on a chair next to her bed looking at her. She realised her cheek was wet. She raised her hand and wiped her tears away.

" What were you dreaming about?" He asked softly, smiling at her. She sat up and stretched.

" I was talking a trip down memory lane."

" What was it like?"

" The memory lane I was walking down wasn't the good kind." Her head was throbbing. " It's shrouded by a permanent grey sky, the flowers have been stamped on, the houses have all been graffiti'd and the residents shout at you from their houses."

Remus frowned.

" What was happening?" He asked innocently.

" I don't want to talk about it." She put forth stubbornly. " I guess you could say my childhood wasn't a happy one."

" Mine wasn't that great either." Remus disclosed.

" What do you mean? What happened?"

" I don't really like talking about it either." He muttered with a sad smile on his face. A silence.

" Why aren't you in class?" Aziza asked noticing the time.

" I skipped to come see you."

" You really shouldn't do that."

" But I wanted to."

" Fine .... only once, ok?" Aziza said smiling. " But you should probably go now, it's nearly lunch and I don't think Madame Pomfrey will give you any."

" Okay, see you after class." Remus turned around and started to walk away.

" Remus.. wait! " Aziza called after him. Remus turned back towards her and came closer to the bed.

" What?"

" Thanks.." She murmured.

After a moments hesitation, Remus lent towards her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Without another word, he turned away and left.

End note: I do like a bit of romance, me. So next chapter Aziza gets out and revenge will ensue. I do like a bit of revenge, me. Please review. I do like a bit of reviews, me. I am practically killing all my homework to write this so review if anyone is actually reading!