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Need To Escape

The sun rose slowly over the grimy street that was full of houses that appeared to be either falling apart at the edges or they were beyond covered in filth. Not even the soft glow of the morning sun rays managed to brighten the homes and neglected gardens full of dry, brittle grass.

In the apparently none existent house of number 12 the house was almost completely silent except for a single person in the kitchen. The young teenager with long red hair sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of water slowly, her unfocused eyes fixed on the bottom of the doorway. A clock on the wall ticked but other than that no noise was made. She continued to stare, her thoughts all over the place as she attempted to organise everything in her mind.

She seemed to come out of her thoughts all of a sudden and she blinked, brushing her hair off her face. She glanced around the room and for a second she could imagine, if she closed her eyes that maybe nothing had changed. It was that same deathly stillness that existed only when her family was asleep. She may love the rowdiness and noise of her family but these were her moments where she could organise her thoughts and just not think for once. She breathed in the stillness of the air and sighed when she noticed that she could smell that musty scent that appeared in places of abandonment and neglect. She opened her eyes and looked around the kitchen that still had dust on the surfaces no matter how much cleaning was done.

A sudden noise to her left caught her attention and she glanced over at the door of the kitchen cupboard under the boiler. A small, hunch-backed house elf that looked rather grumpy stood there. He wore a filthy loincloth round his middle and he seemed surprised to see her sitting there. A moment later Dominique Weasley realised who the house elf was.

'Kreacher?' she asked, stunned. Another person, or in this case house elf, she had not been prepared to see.

He seemed stunned that she knew his name and the tone in which she spoke was odd to him. It wasn't scathing or reproachful. She didn't sound disgusted unlike all the other red heads. He guessed she was from the same group of brats who had just arrived there the other night. But she seemed … different.

'Kreacher? Is that you?' she asked again, kneeling down so she was next to him. Her hair was messy and she only wore a pair of light blue pyjama shorts and a white tank top.

He didn't know how to respond to her and she seemed to realise this as she hesitated before continuing.

'Considering you don't know who I am I'm guessing no one told you about us,' she said and Kreacher found himself nodding. The girl seemed to know him and was kind. Why, he wondered. She looked just like all those other Weasley brats but there was something different about her. The others spoke in tones of disgust towards him and of other things such as certain authority figures and of serpents and his old mistress' and masters family.

'Well, I guess I should introduce myself,' she continued with a bright smile and the elf found himself stuck, unable to leave this intriguing human who, in a house full of others, she spent her time talking to him as though he was an … equal?

'I'm Dominique Weasley,' she said, pausing for a second before holding her hand out for him to shake. But as soon as she said her last name Kreacher was brought to his senses.

'Nasty blood traitor Weasley,' he snapped and Dominique faltered, her expression akin to one being slapped.

'Filthy, bad blood, now there are even more of you. If only my mistress was still alive she'd fix this problem,' he continued and Dominique's expression hardened, knowing exactly what Mrs Walburga Black would have done.

'Kreacher,' she said one last time in a voice that spoke of being unsure. He pulled away from her completely and her hand fell to her side.

'Bad blood, stay away from Kreacher, filthy blood traitor, mudblood lover,' he spat and Dominique's eyes flashed in anger as she attempted to reign in her uncontrollable temper.

'Stay away from Kreacher, all of you mudblood lover-'

'Shut UP,' she yelled as she leapt to her feet. Kreacher paused as he stared at her in shock, wondering if he would hit him.

'Just shut up about things you don't understand!' she continued to yell and when she met his eyes her fury seemed to double and he flinched when she moved but she made no move towards him and instead ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could. Kreacher remained where he was in shock as he stared at the still trembling door and he flinched again when he heard the front door fly open before slamming shut with a bang that reverberated throughout the entire house.

Molly was jerked awake from her calm sleep at the sound of a door slam and she sat up and fumbled for her glasses before she managed to push them onto her nose and she blinked as the room came into focus. Rose and Hermione were rubbing their eyes blearily while Ginny was also sitting up and looking around. Victoire meanwhile was grumbling and buried her head deeper into her pillow until the door flew open and Louis came in only wearing boxers. Hermione and Ginny went red and pulled their blankets to them closer though the other three girls were so used to this behaviour that they just looked at him and Molly crawled out of her bed and stumbled upright and looked at him, demanding answers.

'What happened?' asked Rose, her voice still thick with sleep while Victoire had raised her head and was peering at her younger brother through her messy blonde hair which covered her face.

'I don't know,' he said as he sank down onto the end of Molly's bed and she followed suit and sat beside him.

'What do you mean, you don't know?' huffed Victoire, clearly annoyed at being woken up and now was told there was possibly no reason as to why she was no awake at this, in her opinion, un-godly hour.

'What I mean is that Teddy and all the other, of age people made everyone who was still under age, stay upstairs while they check out what the hell that noise was,' Louis replied calmly as he leaned back on Molly's bed. She rolled her eyes at him as Hermione and Ginny relaxed slightly despite the fact there was a half-naked boy in their room.

'It had better be a damn well good reason to why loud noises are being created at such an early hour,' Victoire said and Molly, Rose and Louis rolled their eyes.

'It's only too early for you Vic,' Rose said as she fell backwards, her head hitting her pillow loudly.

'What is the time?' asked Ginny and Hermione grabbed her watch, if anything, just to avoid having to look at Louis.

'Seven thirty,' she said and Victoire groaned.

Molly stood up as she decided that as long as she was awake she may as well get ready. She pushed her hair off her face and pulled on a pair of socks before wandering over to where her clothes were. She glanced out of the slightly grimy window and caught sight of her appearance in the reflection but she barely gave it a seconds notice before continuing with her search. She wore a light blue t-shirt and dark blue shorts. Her hair was a mess and her glasses were on a slight angle.

The door flew open behind her and they all looked up as Tonks glanced in as if checking as to who was in the room before running back out, the door slamming shut behind her, barely covering the muttered oath as she stumbled and stubbed her toe.

They all glanced at each other and barely two minutes had passed before Teddy came into the room, his hair windswept and he was breathing hard as if he had been running. He glanced at them all before turning to Victoire, Louis, Rose and Molly and he spoke to them.

'Dominique's gone.'

Dominique panted for breath as she paused by a rusted chain link fence which had clearly seen better days. She looked over the top of the fence and saw a small, broken down playground and she jumped over the fence which swayed slightly under her weight.

She made her way over to the swings and sat down, brushing her hair off her face and she looked up at the cloudless sky. It was still early in the morning but it was already heating up.

She glanced around her taking in the slide that was covered in rust and the see-saw which was broken and unusable. She took hold of the metal chain and pushed gently against the ground causing the swing to move.

She sat like that for several minutes, not thinking at all, before she allowed her thoughts to turn back to her latest rash move.

Okay, so leaving the house hadn't been her best idea but she was so sick of that house. It had been driving her up the wall and she'd barely been there for two days. She just couldn't get away from the fact that she was in a different time and that everything was so different. She was surprised though that it had been a house elf's mutterings that had caused her to fly into a fury that blinded her so much that by the time she gained clear thought again, she was several blocks away.

She knew that if anyone were to walk past she most definitely would draw attention to herself, a teenage girl in her pyjamas at a broken down playground at seven thirty in the morning. Because that won't attract any attention at all.

She sighed but couldn't bring herself to walk back yet. Here at least she could pretend that she was back home. That she and her cousins would spend the day at the beach and that they would all go to Granny's on Sunday for the big family dinner and Uncle Charlie would be there because it was summer and he always returned for the summer.

She sighed again and looked up at the sky as she swung back and forth. She'd needed to escape and it had only been two days! She wasn't going to last at this rate considering they would probably be stuck here for a fortnight or so at least.

She remained lost in thought until she heard the sound of a rusty gate creak open.

Teddy, Roxanne and Victoire along with Tonks, who was disguised as girl in her late teens with short brown hair, raced down the front steps all four still looking as if they had only just woken up as their hair was ruffled.

Roxanne, who had bribed her way onto the rescue mission by claiming that as she was Dominique's best friend she may get though her thick head, led the way but they paused once on the street before deciding to split up.

Roxanne ended walking along a street that was just as bad as Grimmauld Place in ways of decorating skills. She sighed as she looked around for possible hiding places, knowing full well that Dominique could be anywhere.

She noticed an old park up ahead and she sped up and sighed in relief when she caught sight of the figure sitting on the swing, looking up at the sky, her hair blowing around her face, keeping her expression hidden.

Roxanne pushed open the rusty gate and Dominique looked around. When she saw who it was she turned her attention back to the sky and Roxanne walked over to the other swing and sat down. She didn't speak and after a moment Dominique sighed before speaking herself.

'I was just sick of everything. That house is driving me nuts. I don't know how you can stand it. We're living with people who are dead in our time,' Dominique burst out but still Roxanne kept silent, knowing she needed to get it off her chest.

'I couldn't take it anymore,' she cried and she leapt off the swing and swung around to stare at Roxanne who met her angry gaze calmly.

'I mean sure, it surprised even me that it was a house elf who doesn't even know who I am to set me off but what he said just pissed me off. I've had enough of this. I can't be locked up like some prisoner! What have I done to deserve this? Why did we have to travel to the past like this? Why us? Hasn't our family gone through enough or is fate truly as sick and sadistic as some people say? Why?' she whispered the last word and stared at Roxanne, all her anger drained out of her and now a desperate hopelessness filled her eyes.

Roxanne stood up and wrapped her arms around Dominique and rested her head on Dominique's shoulder. Dominique buried her face in Roxanne's dark hair and fought for composure as she gasped for breath and tears trailed down her face. Roxanne didn't say anything as her best friend sobbed into her hair but after a while Dominique became silent and she stopped trembling. Roxanne pulled back but still kept her arms around the other girl and smiled slightly at her.

'Feel better now?' she asked and Dominique smiled and laughed weakly as she brushed her tears away. She hugged Roxanne gently before stepping out of Roxanne's embrace. She took a deep breath before meeting Roxanne dark eyes again.

'Thanks for that,' she said and Roxanne smiled and took Dominique's hand and led her over to the gate.

'C'mon, the others will be worried.'

Okay first of all I know this is short compared to the last couple of chapters but I knew I should get something up so this is it and I'm sorry if it's not great.

Next I am really sorry that it took this long for me to update but I haven't been in the best … mind frame lately and was in no mood to write. Things have been difficult lately as I've had to deal with a few problems at home, with my best friend and then myself. So I haven't been too great lately.

I'm not going to make any promises about when the nest chapter will be up as I'm still not feeling too great but hopefully within the next fortnight.

Again, I'm really sorry but as I said, a lot of problems have found their way to me in one hit and it's taken a while for me to even consider writing again.

I'll be surprised if anyone is still reading this but if you are can you please review as it would probably cheer me up and get me motivated to write faster.

A/N 2: Just fixed up a few things and not much else for this one! Tell me what you think!