Okay, here I am again, I know it took me again some time, but I didn't want to give you only 3 pages, (okay, so now it's 4, but the third part had to be in this). Two weeks ago on the weekend, it was my grandmother's birthday and also my godmother's so I only had the Sunday to do anything for school and last weekend I had to work for a Spanish grammar test! (I absolutely suck at Spanish!) but today I forced myself to sit in front of my pc and write this, and that though it is the European Championship! (if you're not from Europe, and/or not a football fan, don't even try to understand!)

Oh, yeah, while we're talking about it: congratulations to And to all of you –fans out there: there are still the matches against Croatia and Switzerland. ;p

Oh, and if you don't have anything important to do on Tuesday evening, how about to keep your fingers crossed for the German football team against the Netherlands? For if we loose I will be in a bad mood, and that won't help me writing...

Kara Black: I hope so too! (although, I guess a lot of my stories start out

confusingly...)

TriGemini: wow, another one confused, let's see if we can top that...

SaTiNk06: well, hmm, okay, I know it took some time again...

Blackfly: Wow, thank you!!!

Stacey: I'm sorry about SotP too, but it would have become a lot of Sh if I had
continued it

damned for eternity: Hey Thank you! And no, I don't think it were too many faces.
There was one missing for it being to many ;p

Calm Serene: yippee! Question time! ;p well, the only one who can tell for sure is...oh, right...YOU you'll find out sooner or later well, because I made her up, that's why. She should resemble Ginny so that's how the looks came out. And the place where she lives is supposed to be the place with the most ghosts in England, so it just had to be there. Yep, her parents are a witch and a wizard so, yes mhm...explain me the definition of evil... Agh, I'm not answering this question!
Oh, yeah, congratulation! Happy Birthday! Etc (Okay, so it's a
bit late but that doesn't matter, right?)

The great and masterful Yoda: Interesting name, and if I knew Yoda's sayings in
English I would hacve probably put one here, but since I only know
them in german...
oh yes, thank you! Glad you like the story. And sorry that you had to
wait so long.

Lalala: May I guess...your parents are musicians, right? Only joking, (It's 10:32
pm, so...) And about SotP what happened to it can be read in the
very first AN of this story.

Eminem-Cick2: Glad you like it. I hope you got the e-mail.

Chapter 4

Don't ask god for an easy life

Ask him to make you a strong person! (Couldn't find a fitting song to this chapter, so I took a quote instead)

"Hermione!" Hermione turned around in the busy street and saw Katerina with Sean on her hand, both of them waving. Hermione took Felicitas and Nathaniel and went towards her friend.

"Glad you could make it. Alex is on a business trip again and I had to get away from home for at least one day! Alex' mother is driving me crazy!" Katerina sighed.

"It seems like everyone has gone crazy since that girl has been kidnapped three weeks ago." Hermione agreed.

"Mommy, can we go to Lee???" Felicitas looked up at her mother with her big, pleading, brown eyes and Hermione had to smile. She looked asking at Katerina and when she nodded they made their way to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

As soon as they entered the door to the shop, both Hermione and Katerina held their sons' hands tightly. They knew too well how many temptations this shop held for their boys.

Felicitas had let go of her mother's hand and ran past Fred and up the stairs into the flat where Fred lived in with his daughter. Since Nathaniel was still mad at her for telling their parents about the dreams she was glad to play with her friend again and not with someone who would glare at her the whole time. For a five-year-old, Nathaniel needed a long time to forgive.

"Hey Fee. Are you alone here?" Aishleen looked up at her friend and smiled when she stormed into Aishleen's room.

"No, Nat and Sean are downstairs in the shop." Aishleen raised her eyebrows. Felicitas was bad at hiding her feelings and even if Aishleen hadn't been could at 'reading' people like her father called it, she would have noticed that her best friend wasn't in the best mood. But just as she was about to ask Felicitas what the matter was, they heard the boys running up the stairs.

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Alicia Weasley made her way through the halls of St. Mungo's. A brown folder in her hand. She stopped in front of one of the examination rooms and took a deep breath before she entered the room. Sitting on a chair in front of the desk was a black woman in her late twenties. Alicia didn't need to examine her to know what she would establish. More haematomas, more cuts, more signs of violence used against her. Just like every other time Alicia examined her.

"What happened this time?" Alicia asked softly when she looked at the black and blue bruises that surrounded the left eye of her patient.

"I got tangled up in the bed sheets this morning and fell out of the bed. But before I hit the floor, I hit the nightstand with my head." Alicia sighed and looked into the dark brown eyes of the woman before her.

"Angel! Do I really have to tell you that a fall out of bed, even with hitting the nightstand, would not cause such wounds! Why do you always think up such stories?"

"Why do you keep asking when you don't believe me?" Angelina asked tired. Oh, and how tired she was. She was tired of her life. Of being beaten up and raped almost every day. Of thinking up new excuses for her looking like hell.

"Why don't you leave him?" Alicia asked while she took care of Angelina's bruised shoulder.

"I can't." came the answer full of resignation.

"What happened to you? You could put up with Flint and his friends on your own and now... Angel, he'll kill you!"

"And what am I supposed to do? Where shall I go to? James wouldn't let me get away so easily. He would bring me back just to show who is the stronger one of us."

"You could stay with George and me." Alicia said more in a whisper. She didn't really expect Angelina to agree. She had never agreed in the past years. Angelina smiled sadly at her old friend and shook her head.

"He will kill you one day if you don't go away!" Alicia whispered. She looked for any kind of reaction but Angelina was just sitting there like Alicia hadn't said anything.

"You are accepting it, right?!? You're just accepting that one day he will kill you! Why?!?"

"It's not like I have anything to survive for. I have accepted the fact a long time ago. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still alive." Alicia couldn't believe how easy Angelina could talk about this.

"I don't want to let you go back to him today."

"You know he won't let me stay in hospital." Alicia sighed and watched Angelina leaving the room.

"I don't know what I'm more afraid of, seeing you in here again, or not seeing you again and knowing the reason is that you're dead!" Alicia whispered while she stared at the closed door.

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Maitagorry was sitting on the big bed and listened to the silence of the house. She didn't know how long she had been there already. And she didn't care. She wanted back to her mummy and her daddy and to her sister and her brothers. She sniffed and swallowed down the tears that treaded to fall down her cheeks. The woman who had brought her here came every once in a while. She then would stroke over Maitagorry's red-blond hair and mumbled something under her breath about her baby and other people paying. Maitagorry didn't understand what she meant. But one thing she had understand so far. This crazy woman wanted her to be her daughter. And she didn't want it. She only wanted her own mother and no other woman.

So tonight she had been staying awake. It was well past midnight already when Maitagorry crawled out of the bed and tiptoed to the door. She opened it carefully so she wouldn't alarm that woman. The corridor was dark, no light was seen other than that of the pale full moon that was shining through a window. Maitagorry swallowed. She felt her bottom lip tremble. If only she had Cuddle with her. If he was also missing her? Who would hold him at night, now that she wasn't there? Who would assure him, that her mummy and her daddy would watch out for them, so that nothing happened to them?

"I have to go back. I will make it!" Maitagorry told herself and took a shaking step into the dark corridor. She walked around a corner, not really sure, which way to go, when she saw an open door. Inside she could see a light. She slowly approached the door and peeked inside, but there was no sign of that odd woman. But on a desk in front of a window there was a lit candle standing. But her mother had always told her to never let a candle burn once you leave a room. Maitagorry went into the room and crawled on the chair in front of the desk. She was just reaching for the candle to blew it out when she saw the many pieces of paper on the desk.

Photos, of children and teenagers, but it were the same person. Most of the pictures had three persons on it. Two boys, one with red and one with black hair and a dark haired girl. All three of them were smiling and waving at Maitagorry. The next photo Maitagorry took had again that girl on it. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and was standing next to a young blond man. 'Must be a wedding photo'. Maitagorry thought. There were still more photos but most of them were cut out of newspapers. And articles from newspapers were laying around. Some of them had also pictures in them. But all of them were of that girl.

"She is a terrible person." Maitagorry tensed when she heard the voice and felt the hand of that woman in her neck.

"She has taken my child away from me. She has taken my lord from me. She has taken my friends away from me. But she will pay." Maitagorry whimpered when the woman's fingernails dug into her neck.

"And now I have my child! I have my baby. You will be my baby now. I will raise you. I will teach you all I know. I will be your mother." She stroke over Maitagorry's hair as she said this.

"But I have a mother." Maitagorry whispered.

"Your mother doesn't want you anymore. That's why you're here. She doesn't love you anymore."

"No." Maitagorry felt the tears in her eyes. Her mother loved her. She had said it every day. Every evening when she brought her children into bed she would kiss them goodnight and tell them that she loved them.

"Yes. You are alone now, child. But I'm here. I'm your mummy now! You will forget your old life. I promise you'll like being with me." Maitagorry was now crying freely. Tears were running down her freckled cheeks and falling on the photos on the desk where the people ran away to not get hit by the tears.

"Don't cry babygirl, I'm here. Your mummy is here." Maitagorry sniffed and cried even more. Without thinking she took the cup of cacao from the woman. Her tears were blinding her sight so she didn't see the smile on the woman's face.

"Yes, drink. You will soon have forgotten..." Maitagorry yawned as soon as she had emptied the cup. She closed her eyes and was already asleep, not noticing how she was brought back to the bed.

Okay, that was it, I know, it's not that much, but I'm having a little writer's block right now.

But that shouldn't stop you to drop some reviews!!! hint, hint