"When Aaron's angry, he tends to hurt people accidentally. I didn't want you to get hurt from one of his anger tantrums" Avior explained to me.

"He just needs someone to talk to" I tried to reason.

"He doesn't open up to anyone. He didn't even open up to…"

"Andrea?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah"

"There must be some way to reach him, though"

"Good luck with that" Avior said before walking away. I watched Aaron put away to sleeping bags. We had decided that it wasn't safe to stay in one location. So, we were going to stay in some old wizard's house. He didn't live there anymore, since the Muggle government had kidnapped him and taken him away.

"Do you have all your stuff packed?" Aaron asked me.

"Yeah, I do"

"Okay. I'm hoping you know how to fly"

I gave Aaron a worried look. "Why do you hope?"

"You're joking, righ – you know what, never mind. You'll just fly with me"

I nodded my head. "Let's go, people" Aaron clapped his hands. Everyone lined up in their positions. Aaron waved his wand and more than a dozen broom sticks flew into the cave. Aaron caught one of them and climbed on. I climbed on behind him. I curled my arms around his waist.

"This is awkward" I thought.

"Hold on tight"

Next thing I knew, we were soaring through the night. The cold air stung my face, as we flashed past city after city of bright lights.

"Are you okay?" Aaron shouted back to me.

"Never better" I laughed at how 'Harry Potter' this whole thing actually was.

We landed smoothly in front of a row of small houses. There had been a large thunderstorm on our way to the new headquarters.

"I think we're lost" Aaron said calmly as he looked up and down the street we were on.

"How can you say that so calmly?" I asked, hugging my jacket closer around my body.

"Because it's not a big deal"

I gave Aaron an exasperated look, but he just ignored me.

"If I can just find out what street we're on… Lumos" he walked to the end of the block and looked up at the street sign.

"We are on… Grim… Grimauld Place" he announced.

"No freaking' way" I walked along the street until I found the space between Number Eleven and Number Thirteen. Aaron
followed me down and when he reached me, I said:

"There's no Number Twelve!"

"Uh, yeah, you're right. What does it matter, though?"

"You're a slow reader, aren't you?"

I closed my eyes and thought only of Number 12, Grimauld Place and Sirius Black.

"What're you – "

"Shh"

"Number 12, Grimauld Place. Number 12, Grimauld Place. Number 12, Grimauld Place" I repeated over and over in my head.

I was scared to open my eyes. What id the house didn't appear? What if the street we were on wasn't the Grimauld Place in the books? What if Aaron couldn't read!

Okay, I was over-reacting.

Aaron nudged me. "Hey, open your eyes"

I opened my eyes and looked at Aaron.

"Look" he said, pointing in front of s. I looked back at the space between the two houses, but it was gone. In its place was an average sized house. I walked towards the front door. Aaron followed me, not saying anything.

I touched the door knob; it felt cool against my skin. That was pretty much the only touchable part of the door, since there
were vines and flowers all over it. No one had lived here for many years; that was my guess.

"What is this place?" Aaron asked me, confused at the fact that I recognized it and he didn't.

"Number 12, Grimauld Place" I answered. Aaron rolled his eyes.

"I know that already"

I smiled.

"Who is it?" I jumped back from the door, astonished. There was a single eye watching us from a small circle in the door.

"Well?" The eye asked again.

"Whose side are you on?" Aaron asked, pulling out his wand. Since the eye had a limited sight of the door, it didn't see the
wand in Aaron's hands.

"Whatever do you mean?" The eye asked. The voice coming from the other side of the door sounded like an old woman's.

"Whose side are you on? Are you on the governments or the wizards?" I whispered, trying to help Aaron. He smacked me on my arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Don't give them the choices, let them answer on their own" he whispered to me. "It's like you know nothing"

"I know nothing? I know nothing?" I whispered loudly. "You're the one who doesn't know anything you brain-less little – "

"Are you two done fighting?" The voice asked sternly. I could tell our bickering was bothering this mysterious person. Aaron and I continued staring at each other, though. Our eyes didn't waver. "If you are, would you like to come in? I am on the wizard's side, even though I suppose I'm too old to fight, right?" The woman chuckled.
Her last comment made both me and Aaron look at the woman standing in the doorway. She was wearing a dress from the 1980's, just like any old woman should be. Her eyes showed kindness, but the toughness in her face showed that she had dealt with many problems of her own. Or maybe her problems were the same as every wizard now living on Earth.

I walked into her house, cautiously. I could hear a tea kettle doing its job in the kitchen. The house looked very homey, with a large burning fire in the fire-place and loads of soft, warm blankets lying on comfy looking chairs and couches.

"Here, give me your coats" she took my jacket and Aaron's too. Aaron was too quick for her, though. He took both my jacket and his.

"Where do I put them?" He asked sincerely. I couldn't help but smile. Aaron was being such a little gentleman.

I snickered to myself, but inside I was beaming from ear to ear.

"I'm not sure how you got here… I'm not sure where you came from either, but it looks like you two have had quite a journey" the woman said, smiling.

"Yes, we did" I answered. "It was very tiring and he didn't make anything easier"

"So you're going to blame this all on me?"

"I'm not blaming you for anything!" I said, defending myself.

"Yeah… right! You always blame me!"

"Shut up, will you?"

"You know what – "

"I can also see that you two like fighting a lot" the woman said slyly.

"Sorry" I said quietly. Then I took a sip from my hot chocolate.

"Yeah, me too" Aaron said. Then he whispered to me: "Even though you always start it"

"Shut up" I whispered back, smiling.

Aaron shrugged and walked into the next room. I smiled even wider and looked in the swirling brown mass of hot chocolate.

"You don't have to be sorry" the woman said to me, quietly so Aaron wouldn't hear. "I understand what it feels like when you have feelings for someone and you don't know how to express it"

"Whaa – "

She patted my hand and gave me a knowing smile.

Even though she didn't know what was really going on.

Wait, was there something going on? No, there wasn't!

… Was there?

I followed the woman to the next room, where Aaron was sitting and watching the television.

"Now," she said, sitting down carefully in an armchair "how did you guys know about Number 12, Grimauld Place?" her voice no longer sounded friendly.

Both Aaron and I froze. Aaron looked at me and I looked back questioningly. What was I supposed to tell her? The truth or a lie?

"Harry Potter books" I finally muttered.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked, confused. I sighed really loudly, pulled my minimized suitcase out of my pocket and put it
down on the floor.

"Engorgio" Aaron said before I could even pull my wand out. I turned and gave him a long stare. He wasn't smiling but there was a twinkle in his eyes that said he thought he was faster than me.

I'd get him back later. I bent down and opened the suitcase. I pulled out the first Harry Potter book and handed it to the
woman.

I couldn't just keep on calling her 'the woman'. What was her name again? Before she could take the book from me, I pulled it out of her reach. "What's your name?" I asked randomly.

She looked a little scared to tell us her name but I guess she figured we were okay, since she said her name was Lily.

Lily took the book and looked at the cover. I wasn't sure what she was staring at. Finally, she said something;

"Oh posh, no matter how hard I try I wont be able to read a thing without my glasses. She fumbled with something in her apron pocket, before pulling out a glasses case. She opened it and pulled out an old, but not totally out of date pair of reading glasses. With them helping she was able to read the front cover, open the book and begin reading the first few pages.

"Is this a history book?" She asked after reading for about twenty minutes. I shook my head;

"It was a fantasy book. I mean, it is a fantasy book, but only to the people who think Harry Potter wasn't real" I answered.

She looked down at the book again. There was a new emotion in her eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was most likely a sad emotion because I saw a tear slide slowly down her cheek. I guess Harry Potter was much more special to the Wizarding world than I thought.

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Sorry for not updating for a long time. I guess I let my depression effect my writing a little too much. But I'm back now. I know I owe whoever my fans may be an explanation, but it's kinda private. Let's just say I've been feeling a little out of it. I'm okay now. And I'm back and ready to write like crazy( :

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