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"Leave me alone!"

"Rose, I'm sure she didn't mean it," Mum pleaded, trying to grab my arm as I threw my things into my trunk. Petunia had gone too far.

The girl herself leaned in the doorway, a victorious smirk on her face.

"No, I did," she sneered. Mum's hand, still on my shoulder, jumped off and she turned to my older sister.

"Petunia!" shouted Mum, sounding torn between surprise and disappointment. I straightened, pulling my trunk out from under my bed, already tearing open my dresser. I fished my witch robes from near the bottom, hiding them under jeans and t-shirts.

"Next time, Tuney, I will hex you so badly that Dursley boy will only be around long enough to scream," I threatened, strapping my wand hostler to my thigh. I threw on a jacket, ignoring Mum as she protested. I forced a smile at the front door.

"See you next summer," I said, trying to keep the venom out of my voice as Petunia smirked victoriously behind our mother. Lily stood just behind Mum, her eyes wide in protest, still confused about what had just occurred.

~Flashback~

"Why don't we go shopping or something? I feel like I haven't seen you since we got home," Lily smiled at Petunia. Our dear sister narrowed her eyes but otherwise ignored my twin as she pushed her eggs around her plate. Dad strode into the kitchen whistling, once again oblivious to the mood. Mum sighed as she spared him a glance before returning to her newspaper, reading about the newest 'accident'. Six Muggles dead in what was reported as a gas leak. The Daily Prophet mentioned the deaths in a sidenote, tipping me off that there was more than meets the eye. I owled James. It wasn't a lethal gas leak. It was one of the merry death munchers, moving against the still oblivious public.

"Did you see the news, Lil?" I asked quietly, mumbling into my bacon as I nibbled on it absently. Lily, who was sitting next to me, glance up at Mum. Lily's eyes darkened as she glanced at the headline.

"Is it-"

"Yep," I said, popping the 'p'. "Potter said his mum's furious. They almost had him and he slipped away somehow."

"Who, dear?" Dad asked absently. I bit my lip, previously unaware that the rest of the family was listening in.

"One of the bad guys," I shrugged, trying to loosen my shoulders. Mum pursed her lips, giving me the 'tell me or get grounded' face that only mothers could manage. Lily glanced in my direction before clearing her throat.

"The Ministry is having some issues with a bunch of wizards right now. They called themselves Death Eaters according to her friends," she said, glancing pointedly at me.

"His merry bunch of death munchers is the cause of all this-" I said, gesturing to the newspaper. "What does that make it? A dozen Muggles dead in the last four weeks?"

"Thirteen," Lily corrected quietly. I was about to return to my eggs when Petunia scoffed, rather obviously disguising her fear.

"I told you they were freaks!" she said, jumping to her feet and pointing at us accusingly from across the table. My fist clenched under the table. "And now they're taking it out on the normal people! This is what happens when you let them walk around! Thirteen people! And you go about eating your eggs! You're worse than I thought, the both of you!" I bit my lip, trying to be silent and let Petunia get her piece in before finishing breakfast, something that happened regularly over the past summer. "I bet you were even there when they-"

"Enough!" I shouted, jumping up and striding around the table to meet my least favorite sister. My vision was tinted red, flickering at the edges. "You have no idea what the bloody hell you're talking about! Don't look at me like that! Don't look at me at all! I'm sick of this! I'm sick of you- you're hypocritical, condescending, and outrageous! You have no clue what you're talking about! The wizards that did this-" I tore the paper out of Mum's hands, "- hate Mudbloods- Muggleborns!- as much as they hate Muggles! Ya know what that means, Tuney?" I spat.

"Rose, she didn't know," Lily chided weakly. My eyes narrowed further.

"That's my point!" I shouted before attempting to get a grip on myself. When the red faded slowly, I sighed, smoothing my hair. A single thought went through my mind and I stalked upstairs to my room. I'm leaving.

~End Flashback~

School started in just over a week. I needed somewhere to go. Leaky Cauldron, maybe? No, I don't have enough money for a long stay…

An idea came into my head, one that made me laugh and cry at the same time.

A/N:

Dun-dun-dun! Cliffhanger! I'm updating tomorrow, though, so don't worry too much about it. It's a really short chapter, I know, but the truth of the matter is that I don't actually have the next chapter finished yet. It happens. *yawn*

Wow, I am tired... I spent six and a half hours inside a synagogue yesterday for Yom Kippur... I'm not even Jewish. Because I'm under the impression that that might seem a little strange to 'normal' people- if they even exist- I was babysitting the younger children while their parents were in temple. Fun stuff. I was doing the same thing over Rosh Hashannah (I think that's how you spell it o.O)...

Lol, no offense to Judaism and any other religion that does it, but fasting is one of the strangest things that is a cultural norm. Wouldn't you be able to pray longer if your mind doesn't constantly keep going back to food? They're already deprived of bacon and cheeseburgers, why must they suffer more?

Long story short, religion is completely lost on me.

Hope you liked the crazy short filler-ish chapter anyway,

o.O Susie O.o