A/N: Okay, I lied, I am still going to update even if people don't review (PLEASE REVIEW ANYWAY, I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!!! *pout*) because well, this is a fun story for me to write, because the main character is me! How exciting, not that you care probably but you know...oh well... Back to the greatest HP fanfic ever written!!! Heh heh, just kidding, I think Shezzly's stories are some of the best so if you haven't read them, you should.

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Chapter 3: Revelations

"I believe you are right." said Saria, sitting down across from her parents.

"We received a letter today," began her father, "informing us that you are a witch of some sort, do you know anything about this?"

Saria shook her head.

"It's one of her 'friends' Don!" Saria's mother desperately sobbed, her voice cracking with anger. "I'm telling you! I told you we have to get her away from those...freaks she calls her friends! First they corrupted my baby and now they are torturing us too! Why did you have to get involved in that Saria? What did we do to you to deserve this?" Now she was sobbing uncontrollably, shoulders shaking violently with every chocked breath. Saria's father, Don, tightened his grip on her shoulder and looked sadly at Saria.

"You don't know what this means to us Saria." Continued her father in an infuriatingly calm voice. "The same thing happened to your grandfather, he went to a 'school' like this one and never came back. For all we know he's dead! You have to understand, we just don't want the same thing happening to you. Besides, there are no such things as witches or wizards."

"But Dad! What if there are and we don't know about it? What if this is the only place I belong?"

"You belong here, with your mother and me."

"You're just going to keep doing this to me aren't you?" Saria couldn't control herself, first they had taken away her only friends and source of happiness, now she had a chance to start over and they were taking that from her too. Her voice was growing louder and fiercer with every word. "Every time I have a chance to be happy you don't 'agree' with it so you take it away from me! You say you want me to be happy, but then you don't let me! Make up your fucking minds! I am so sick of being treated like a child! I know what I want and I know what it will take to make me happy! You know nothing about me but you claim you know what is best for me! Well, YOU DON'T! You know what is best for you, you know what you want, not me! And frankly, I don't think you give a damn about what makes me happy as long as your life is easier!"

Saria's face was red, her vision spotted, her whole body was trembling with rage. She had finally cracked, she couldn't stand being around those controlling mindless begin she dared to call her parents any longer. With out warning, she turned and stomped her way out of the kitchen.

Heart pounding against her chest, Saria made her way up the stairs to her room. Blindly, she shoved clothes, cigarettes, books and other odds and ends into her suitcase. She grabbed her laptop and case, and swung both bags onto her back. "Come on!" she shouted at the owl, who looked at her dumbly, "we're leaving!"

Saria was deaf to the usually impenetrable noise that constantly filled her house. Blood pounded in her ears, her hands were balled into fists so tight that her black nails bit into her skin.

Before she knew it, Saria had arrived at the park where the owl had brought her the letter earlier. Collapsing under the tree, Saria began to seriously think about what she had done. Primarily, she had no where to go, no money and no food. Her second problem was even getting to this school, she didn't even know where it was, it might not even be in the U.S.A. She sighed heavily and leaned against the tree trunk.

Well, she thought, I might as well sleep here for the night. It's not like anyone can see me from the street. They probably won't even bother to look for me anyway...she closed her eyes and was instantly asleep, her adrenaline clearing her system as quickly as it had come.

She woke what felt like sometime later to a sharp pain in her ear. She jumped as it came again and this time registered that the owl had bit her. "What is it?" she asked in a voice that suggested her brain wasn't as awake as her body yet.

The owl looked at the branches of the willow tree directly in front of her. Saria looked in the same direction as the owl. Suddenly, she heard faint voices coming from somewhere ahead of them.

"They can't be looking for me can they?" she whispered to the owl.

The owl looked directly at her before letting out a loud hoot.

"Damnit! What'd ya do that for?" she asked the owl angrily.

"I heard something over there!" came a voice from outside the cover of the willow.

"Shit!"

Now she could heard footsteps coming closer, and people whispering. Apparently, they thought she was asleep because they were saying things like "Try not to wake her up..." Saria decided that there were about two people coming, and she was just about to run when the first one crashed through the branches of the willow.

Saria forgot all about running as she stared at the person standing in front of her. He was a tall and gangly man with fiery red hair and a beaten looking broomstick in one hand. He was wearing deep green robes that looked as though they had been put on in a big hurry and then he had walked through a windstorm. He was staring triumphantly at the owl and Saria.

"'Ello!" he said in a deep, friendly voice. "'Ow are you?"

"Erm...hi." replied Saria, trying to overlook his very pronounced English accent. "I've been better I suppose."

"'O course you 'ave! You've 'ad a 'ard day 'aven't you? Oy! Doby! C'mere!" he called over his shoulder.

The soft sound of small feet padding across the grass filled the awkward science between the red-haired man and Saria. Then suddenly a small figure burst through the branches of the willow to stand next to the man.

Saria could only see the outline of the figure, but it looked like a small, bald version of the man, with gigantic ears and a long carrot-like nose.

"This 'ere is my 'ouse-elf, Doby. Doby, this is Saria." said the man.

"Hello, Saria." said the house-elf in a feeble yet merry sounding voice, "pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Um, yeah, you too Doby. Erm, I don't mean to be rude sir, but I don't believe you told me who you are." said Saria.

"Quite right!" said the man, "I'm Ron Weasley, English Magical Ambassador."

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A/N: Well, things are starting to look a bit more cheery aren't they? Yay for Saria! Good times ahead, please keep reading and pretty please with sugar on top review!!!! (Pathetic isn't it?)