THE GIRL WHO LIVED

CHAPTER 2

A/N I do not own Harry Potter or anything. That's J.K. Rowling. I wonder what her initials stand for . Also, this story is Post-OOTP and there are spoilers, so don't read is you haven't read the book. But do read the book! ( And . this was previously known as The Chosen, but I changed the title because this one sounded a lot better. Don't you agree?)

SUMMARY: A girl survives being attacked by Voldemort unscathed, save a scar which bears a remarkable resemblance to Harry Potter's. The Boy-Who-Lived can't help being a little curious as to what this means . and he's also a little curious about the Girl-Who-Lived. _______________________________________________________

She woke up slowly. The first thing she was aware of was that the sun was beating into her closed eyes, and it annoyed her. Her bed was very comfy and she was exhausted. She rolled into a ball and tucked the covers around her tighter. Lina Mclean wanted to sleep for days.

There were noises, now, though. Voices drifting up to her ears, sometimes unbearably loud.

"Shut up." She moaned.

And then, her eyes snapped open and she was sitting up in bed, staring all around her. Shut up, shut up to who? Where was she? Whose bed was this?

It came back to her in one too-long moment. Voldemort. Green light. Mark. Dead. Lina cried out, and found herself rocking back and forth on the bed. Mark was dead, Mark was dead, her sweet, beautiful Mark (Nevermind that he wasn't really all that sweet. But he had been beautiful, oh yes). And now, now she was in this strange headquarters for the Order of the Parrot or something. It didn't matter. Her head hurt.

She stood up and began pacing, although she wasn't sure why. She just had to move or she'd go crazy. As she moved she also became aware of a dull but steady ache from her belly. She touched the pain absently and gasped when her fingers fell over a mark. Oh, yes. That. She gazed at it, wanting to laugh. It was a fucking lightening bolt. Who ever heard of a scar in the shape of a lightening bolt?

Except for Harry Potter, of course. That was why she was here, Lina could bet on it. Not this wanting-to-protect-you bullshit. It was just to see why some stupid girl had survived the Dark Lord, just like Mr. Potter, complete with the scar. Maybe there were a whole bunch of freaks just waiting for Voldemort to blast at them and brand them or whatever.

The door opened, and a large but pleasant-looking woman peered at her cautiously. "Oh, good, you're up. Well . well I am Mrs. Weasley. It is so nice to have you hear." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You can call me Molly."

"It's nice to meet you." Lina said dully.

"Yes, well, you too, dear." The woman gibbered. She had incredibly red hair, Lina noted. "Breakfast is on the table, why don't you eat? You didn't eat a thing last night!"

Molly Weasley shook her head and led Lina back down to the same dining room she'd been last night. Lina watched the house-elf heads warily as she went downstairs. Suppose they were alive .?

Seated at the table were a few people she'd met last night, but Lina couldn't place their names at the moment. She hadn't really been listening last night. In fact, oh dear god, she'd pretty much thrown a tantrum last night. In front of everyone. Lina cast her eyes down and felt her face turn red as she sat at the table. She could feel stares on her. They probably were scared she was going to freak out again. Lina had been so angry and shocked and a thousand other emotions last night that she could hardly remember anything except how upset she was. It hurt to even think about it.

Mrs. Weasley placed a heaping plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon in front of Lina. Her stomach turned. It looked incredibly good, but Lina wasn't used to eating that much food. Living on the streets one just doesn't get a lot to eat.

"Lina, you really should eat." A kind but weary voice told her.

She looked up at a man who wasn't exactly old-looking, but he had a lot of white in his hair and wrinkles on his face. He looked tired, and almost sickly. Lina felt herself taking to this man. If he was ill, he could understand what she had gone through, and was still recovering from.

"It's not poisonous, you know." He gave a gentle smile.

"Oh!" Lina jumped and began to eat her pancake.

"I'm Remus Lupin, if you don't remember. I daresay it's hard to recall all these names." He continued.

"Yes . I don't remember many." Lina found herself admitting. She blushed and stared at her food.

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to learn all our names. But this is Nymphadora Tonks, next to me. She- yes, I know- prefers to go by Tonks."

The young woman had opened her mouth but now closed it, and gave a great smile to Lina. "Hi!" She was short and attractive, with a young face and short, spiked shockingly purple hair. Lina decided that she liked her, too.

Mr. Lupin introduced her to the others at the table: Mr. Weasley, who had the same red hair as his wife, but was thinner. Bill Weasley, red hair but in a ponytail, and Mad-Eye Moody, who Lina was frightened by. He had one small dark eye and a huge, bright blue eye which spun everywhere. Lina felt it boring into her as he was introduced.

"There's a lot more, of course, but I think the children are sleeping. Oh, no, here they come now." Lupin said as a group of teenagers came stomping down the stairs. They had all been there last night, but Lina had never really looked at them. She did now.

Two of them were obviously Weasley children, and Lina recalled what Dumbledore had said last night about their hair. Lupin said the boy was called Ron. He smiled at her uncertainly and went to the table. He was kind of cute, in an awkward sort of way; he was tall, thin and he had quite a lot of freckles. The girl was smaller than him but had a few freckles herself. She smiled and nodded at Lina, but also rather cautiously. Then Lupin pointed her attention to the remaining two.

Hermione Granger (What a pretty name! Lina had never heard anything like that in America.) was the sort of girl you might think plain at first. She had a large quantity of bushy brown hair, was short and thin. But her eyes were dark and bright, and her face was pretty. She looked kindly at Lina but seemed to be studying her, as though she were deciding something. Lina looked away shamefacedly and turned her attention to the boy.

Ah. Harry Potter.

Hey, thanks to Safire for my first review ever! I am so happy, please continue to R and R people, because it inspires me to write! And a special thank you to Reeks and Sheyla for telling me how to format my story. THANK YOU! Mwah.