"I'm sorry, I can't go with you. Please leave."

The man laughed, much to Lana's dismay.

"Please quiet down." She said nervously. The last thing she needed was for Uncle Henry to wake up and have his sleep disturbed for a strange man who wanted to take her away. Then she thought, were these people social workers? She asked them.

He laughed some more.

"No no, I'm Remus Lupin. I'm your godfather."

Lana's eyes widened. "You-You're my godfather?"

He nodded.

She looked around. "I'll let you in, but you need to keep quiet. If Uncle Henry wakes up…" They nodded, and she opened the door for them to enter. They filed in and she took them down to her cinderblock room. "They can't hear us down here." They nodded and sat wherever they could find place to sit.

"This is your room?" asked a woman with blue and silver hair. Lana nodded and the woman responded, "Kind of dreary isn't it?" Lana said nothing, and sat down on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chin.

"Lana, the first thing you need to know is that, you're a witch." Lana's expression didn't change, but really, she did think that her godfather, if that was really who he was, was being a little harsh.

"You're a witch in like, a magic way." The woman with blue and silver hair said. She seemed to be young, maybe in her early to mid twenties.

"Like, you can do magic?" The woman tried again when Lana didn't respond.

Realizing that they were expecting Lana to acknowledge them in some sort of physical manner, she nodded her head.

"Not very responsive are you?" Lana still just stared at her with a blank look.

"Lana, we really do need you to speak. We need to explain things to you, but we need to know that you're listening so can you please just at least respond by nodding?" Lana nodded. "Good"

"Ok Lana. Your parents were killed by Lord Voldemort. He was an evil wizard, who was thought to be destroyed 16 years ago by him. His name's Harry Potter" Lupin pointed to the green-eyed boy. "Your parents were Price and Natalie Grivaldi. They were members of an Order that fought the followers of Voldemort and himself. Unfortunately, they were killed. We put you in the care of some non-wizard folk who used to live England. The agreement was that they would give you back when you were old enough to go to Hogwarts, a wizarding school. We sent a letter to you, but you never got it. We were going to pick you up just 4 days before your birthday, and then go get Harry, but when we arrived at your house, you were…gone. Upped and moved. We had no idea you were in the States. We meant to do a world-wide search for you, but then we got Harry, and we…" Lupin trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

"Forgot about me?" Lana finished for him.

"Well, er, uh, well, yes…sort of." He looked uncomfortable. The blue and silver haired woman was looking almost amused at the exchange, and Harry looked confused as if he really didn't know what to make of it.

Lana just sat there, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, er, we couldn't find you guys, and now we found you. We had just thought about your case lately and started looking sort of, and tonight we saw there was a disturbance of magical power, and we discovered that it was you. What happened anyway?" Lana's eyes clouded over and looked down at her feet. It seemed at that time that the other three in the room noticed her bruises.

"Oh." Lupin said. "Well, we're going to take you back to Europe. There's no way you're staying here." Lana nodded. "Get your things packed." She packed everything in a trunk.

"That trunk was your father's." Lana nodded. "And that necklace. It's your mother's." Lana nodded again. She was still not sure why she was going with these people, but she really wasn't thinking. She felt it was okay, and the green-eyed boy, Harry, made her feel strangely calm.

Eventually, she finished and they headed outside. "We have to go to the bus stop, and wait for another bus. We'll go then to an Order member's house, then floo out of here. The next bus comes in about 45 minutes." Lana mentally asked herself what "flooing" was but she figured they would tell her in time. They sat on the bench, and Lana realized she was still in her pajamas, having only slipped on ballet flats. She felt cold in the July air, strange considering she lived in Florida. But the nights were generally like that here, so she just ignored it and sat on the edge of the bench.