A/NAnother Chapter! Yay! I am very happy! I promise I will follow this story to the end! I hope you like this one. I think this is one my favorite chapters. I own almost named girl but nothing else. What a shame. But you know we all do own Harry in a way in our hearts. I know. Very corney. SO onward!

Running Through the Pain

I ran until I could turn my head to the right and look right at my house, the rain still pouring on my head. My house was white with the paint chipping off. It was a two story house and since I was an only child I had my own room. The house was an old house maybe 50 years old at the least but that didn't stop it from being a really cool house with a secret hiding spot in attic in the wall. That hiding spot was like a second room.I had all my valuables in there. My baby book, my stuffed animals and pictures galore.

I finally got the courage to look. All I saw was black. No color whatsoever. I then notice that people were trying to talk to me. I wasn't going to listen to there sorrowful words. I didn't care. I figured this was the part where I would break down and cry tears of sadness. But I couldn't. I just couldn't find the sadness. Well yeah I was sad but not in the way where you grieve and cry and never get over it. I found it was easier to think this way. I saw that some medics were pulling something out on a stretcher. Two black bags. I didn't need more time to think what that was. My parents. They didn't live.

My mother had very long blonde hair with sharp facial features. My Dad had black hair and was always finding all kinds of different ways of making his beard look different. It funny cause one day he shaved his beard all off and he looked like he was about 20 when he was 36. Me and mom always teased him about that. Mom. She always cooked but most of the food was from the restaurant she had owned and co-managed with my dad. I couldn't take it anymore. Too many people were staring at me. I ran again. I kept turning corners and running until I found my self at a park. I had only been to the park a couple times before. There wasn't much to do there. A swing, slide and some monkey bars. I didn't care though. I ran to the swings and sat down. I didn't swing cause they always gave me a headache.

I sat there maybe two, three hours. I didn't know nor care. I didn't care about anything anymore. It had stopped raining and everything was drenched including me. It started getting dark but I still didn't move.

I thought to myself 'Maybe someone will find me. Take me home and I can live with them without a care in the world. Yeah right. Who'd take me.'

"Are you okay?" I shot about a foot in the air.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO.? KILL ME????" I yelled. Apparently I had spooked him too by my outburst. He jumped back and looked surprised.

"I'm sorry. I just was walking around the park and saw you. People don't come here at night. Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yeah. I'm….I'm fine. Who are you? Are you a murderer out to get me." I laughed. I guess he didn't think that was funny. He gave me a weird look. I realized then that he had an English accent.

"Are you from England? You know I've always wanted to meet a British person." I figured if he was a murderer then he could at least finish me off. I had nothing else to live for.

"Yes I am from England. Sorry for not introducing myself. I am Remus Lupin. But call me Remus. Okay?"

"Okay. So what are you doing out here in the park at night?" I said after I had calmed down.

"I am here to get you." He said simply.

Okay I really didn't mean that I wanted to get murdered! I was just playing. Now he was scaring me.

"Uh…..wh…what do you mean?" I was really scared out of my pants now!

"I came to get you and take you home." He said it as if I really was going home.

"Let me fill you in. All my friends died and my parents died by the hands of a bomb. I don't have a home." He didn't look surprised. "I'm telling you I have nothing."

"Actually you do. You have a father and tons of friends that you haven't met yet. Come with me and you'll be in a world that I know you'll love. Come on."

"WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME I DON'T HAVE FAMILY ANYMORE. I AM A LONER THEY ARE-"I didn't get a chance to go through my speech again. He grabbed my hand and said some weird words that sounded like gibberish to me with a wooden stick as he pointed at a book all in about 3 seconds. He placed my hand on the book. I felt like I was being pulled by navel into something. I thought to myself 'Is this what it feels like to die?' as trees and swings swirled around me.