A/N: OMG... My account got totaled so I can't post this... If any of you run across this story again and it's on a different name than before with a different summary it's because of that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I mean I do have bushy dirty blonde hair, but not like JK.

Part 4 (section 2)

George woke up sweating, his heartbeat erratic. He tore off the covers of his four-poster and grabbed the square, tattered piece of parchment that Fred and he had er…'Liberated' from Filch's 'evil reign' the other day.

Grabbing his wand, he ran out of the first years' dormitories and literally flew down the stairs and out of the portrait of the fat lady. He stopped for a second outside of the common room.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" he whispered.

Fairly elegant calligraphy started appearing across the page.

The Marauder's Map

Do you really plan on doing this kid?

Yeah, what Prongs said. Do you really plan on sneaking that far away from Hogwarts?

Who knows what kind of people are out there? With the kind of things going on in your head I'm worried that you'll end up in something far worse than trouble.

You shouldn't worry your silly red head. If you follow your heart you'll be able to get past anything.

Wormtail I have never heard you say anything so… so… meaningful in my life.

Whatever. Just show the kid the map already. We're wasting his time!

Just show him the map or else he might reveal our secret to everyone else!

Fine.

Fine.

Good.

George looked at the parchment in dismay. Were those four done bickering yet? He really needed to get out of here. The map finally showed up to George's relief and he checked it to make sure that his path was clear. When he was sure that no one would be interrupting his mission he set out quietly from the portrait hole.

He snuck down the hallways, ignoring comments from paintings and hiding when Mrs. Norris and Mr. Filch came into view every so often. He made his way out to the shed where all of the school brooms were kept, keeping a close eye on the map and the immediate area as to avoid any interference with his mission. The broom shed came into view. He opened the squeaky door as quietly as was humanly possible and slipped inside.

It was dark. There was not even a crack of light to illuminate the dank shed and George was just the slightest bit creeped out. He picked up one of the brooms and whispered, "Frendo munimentum!" A soft green glow encompassed the broom then turned blue and dissipated. The special anti-theft charms and booby traps on the broom had been dispelled. He carried the broom outside and mounted it before taking off into the night.

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"Are you Eliza?" she asked me.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and slowly nodded. She walked forward a couple of steps as if she were debating whether I was real or not. I heard a couple of worried yells come from the entrance, but they weren't for me. No one was ever worried for me. No one. I could see the shiny police badge peeking out from under her jacket and I wondered briefly whether she had come here to rescue me, or arrest me. I assumed the latter but hoped for the former.

She walked calmly from the entrance of the torture chamber to the back where I was and dropped down beside me.

"Are you ok?"

I turned my head to look at her. Was she crazy? Did she really think that I would be okay after the woman that I had trusted my life with for more than two years died? I noticed the sincerity in her eyes and realized that she didn't expect me to be ok. She expected me to be just as I was, broken, alone, and crying my heart out like any nine year old would. I respected her at that moment. I respected her for seeming to understand what I was going through even though it was impossible for her to understand.

Then I did something that even shocked me.

I threw myself into her arms and poured every last detail of my life into her soul.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay. Everything will be fine now. You're safe. Whoever it was that did this is gone and I've found you. It'll be okay" The lady cooed in my ear while stroking my dirty blonde curls and hugging me tight.

I snuggled into her embrace, glad to have someone hug me and comfort me, for once. I was so caught up in the fact that I was being hugged that I didn't notice two other people come up behind me.

"Bella? Is that her? Is that Eliza Hermione Frankland?" a man asked.

I could feel the woman holding me nod and for once, I felt special, because all attention was on me and not in a bad way. I sniffled a bit and then hiccupped from the misplacement of air in my lungs. The man knelt down beside me and the lady and latched onto us, hugging us both, making it a huge group hug. Squashed in between the two adults, I smiled my first true smile. I was truly happy at that moment and I didn't want it to end, but things never end up the way you want them. That much I know.

I could hear more footsteps coming towards us and then a voice joined them.

"Bella, Steve, we have to go before the local police spot us in this demolished erm... condemned building."

The voice was kind of childish, but sweet sounding at the same time. The lady holding me, who I now knew as Bella answered her.

"Ok Mary. We're gonna leave in just a minute." She directed the next thing at me. "Come on little one. We have to leave now. Don't worry! Your friend will be buried and the police will catch the culprit."

I nodded since fighting with her was pointless. She scooped me up in her arms as if she thought I was unable to walk and carried me towards the door. We calmly walked out of the destroyed building and headed out of the end of the alley that I had come to know as my home. I was dropped in the backseat of a Honda Civic while Bella sat in front. She shut the car door, started up the car and we drove away.

My new life was about to begin.

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He was flying over the ocean now on a POS broom from ancient history, but this didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that he made it to wherever she was as soon as possible. He didn't care about his safety, or if he made it back home. All that mattered was that she was safe.

George guided the broom to a stop over the water and he pulled out the food he had stolen from the kitchens on his way out. He took an apple and a small container of water and set it between his legs before putting the rest of the food away for later.

He had been traveling over the ocean for two days now and surely the ministry was after his ass for leaving school with a school broom heading out of the country. After they had discovered him gone they had probably alerted his mother, the ministry, the council of governors that the school had and everyone else of importance. Or so he liked to hope.

When he got back, if no one had missed him he would likely rip out their throats. He was probably going to be gone for at least a week, if not more, so who wouldn't miss him? Unless if they already knew where he was and were following him so that they could send him to Azkaban for breaking the law of course.

He took a last bite out of his apple and tossed the core into the ocean while stuffing the bottle of water back in his pouch. He checked the compass to make sure he was heading southwest and sped off.

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Harvey paced around the tiny shack that had become headquarters for his gang. His disheveled grey curls and hard, bitter, brown eyes were focused on a certain point in the room or more pointedly a certain woman in the room.

"Nancy Caltshire, you filthy, disgusting backstabber," he snarled, "how dare you give me false information."

Nancy's green eyes darted back and forth, looking around her for a way out of this mess.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about Harvey!" she stuttered.

"She wasn't there," he said menacingly quiet.

Her eyes widened.

"She wasn't?"

"No. Could you explain that to me?"

Nancy swallowed hard. It had been her fault that the brat had gotten away in the first place. She knew that Harvey was going to kill the girl when she came to school that day so she had, had the girl confess to the cops and rushed her out of there. No matter how loyal she was to Harvey she couldn't let him kill his own daughter and the only successor to his lineage. Not that his lineage was wanted anymore. He had done too many horrible things for his bloodline to be considered prestigious in the wizarding world anymore.

Hell, this man had joined forces with Voldemort in England before his kid was even born. Then he had gotten caught up in all the drug and crime rings of the black market. She couldn't let the kid grow up in that.

She had planned it out meticulously. She let Harvey think he was in control of the situation and the ring when in reality he was at the bottom. He had the least tact and hid the least well from the cops out of all of them. His stupidity and blind pride gave her an opening when Hermione was five.

He had left her at home with a drugged-up, pregnant woman who wanted her daughter to escape as badly as she herself wanted to escape. He had done the stupid thing and forbidden his daughter to go to school which was against the law clearly and would've been reported in a few days anyway, but his own stupidity had made it sooner. Hermione escaped her house after he left for 'work' and had her grandmother drive her to school which is where Nancy 'worked' to hide her true profession. She had then proceeded with calling the cops and alerting them of Harvey's presence in the ring without alerting them of her own and hurried the child to a small hideaway.

According to the police files on that particular day Harvey had been caught by a swat team in the kindergarten holding a hunting rifle. The fool.

Before that incident however she had hired an undercover agent to pose as her assistant and substitute because she knew that this kind of thing would happen eventually. Best be prepared right?

Anyway, she proceeded to take Hermione to the small hideout – now being used as headquarters – and left her there with one of the higher members of the ring as a guard. She had told one of the lower members of the ring, Harvey's personal whore, to pick up the brat in six months as a favor to Harvey. The slut had willingly obliged since it meant that she would probably get even more out of Harvey when he escaped from prison. Nancy however did not count on Miranda dying on the first day.

She actually didn't know about that fact for almost six months. After she found out though, she used her connections in the FBI to get two agents out there to get her and take her to safety. Another thing she didn't count on was Robert being insane and turning on everything at the last moment. Luckily Hermione had killed him somehow and Lindsey was able to take her to safety.

Everything had flown smoothly until just a couple days ago. Harvey had figured out that she was the one who had taken his daughter away from him and hidden her from him. He had given her a once in a lifetime chance and told her that if she told him where his daughter was currently that he would spare her life. Nancy did the smart thing and told him the location.

It appears however, that Lindsey was able to outsmart him somehow and keep him from finding Hermione. Now the only problem was that he thought that she had lied about the location.

"I don't know Harvey! She was supposed to be there! That's where I had Lindsey take her!" she cried.

"Lindsey? You mean that red haired bitch that I killed?" he seethed.

"Y-Yes. That's her. Auburn hair, greenish eyes, muggle."

"My daughter was not there Nan. She wasn't anywhere in sight. We tore apart the entire place. There was nowhere that she could be hiding there."

Harvey aimed his gun at her heart. She started struggling in the ropes she was bound with. He shot once, twice, three times, and she slumped over in her chair, blood quickly staining her white shirt.

"Stupid bitch."

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A/N: This took me forever to write. I realize that in the last chapter Bella, Mary, and especially Steve were OOC. I hope you guys can forgive me, but I'm too lazy to go back and rewrite it. I actually just got the inspiration to finish this from a convo with a friend of mine and I was telling her that Nancy was going to die in a chapter or two. Then my mind started racing about HOW she was going to die and I finally came up with that. I had planned her being a good buy/bad guy from the beginning but I wasn't exactly sure how that was going to work out until just now. So I ask for forgiveness since it took me more than a month to write this... though most of you guys are new readers since my account got totaled... well... Read and Review...

Zarya: Thank you! I'm glad that you love my story so much! Keep reading and reviewing!

Righteye0604: I'm glad that that chapter cleared things up a bit. Yes this story is the beginning and then in the sequel we get to Hogwarts. Heh. I understand... I get hyper all the time and then I tend to ramble and ramble and not even pay attention to what the hell I'm doing.

Amycharys: Well excuse me, but if you don't like the pace that my story goes at then you can go fuck yourself a thousand times. I really could care less. I've already completely written this story and I'm not going to change it just to please you. Now if every single one of my reviewers had said it was too slow I might have sped it up just a bit. But you are my only reviewer so far that doesn't like that so I'm just gonna keep going my merry way while you go yours.

Jackalope Hunter: Lol. You are wonderful. I believe that this chapter answered one of your questions. As for the other... you'll have to wait and see. :evil grin: Yes I am writing a sequel if enough people want it. I have the beginning of it planned out, but it probably won't go up for a while after this one is done. I have like a thousand other stories that I'm writing on so I'll need to finish one of those or at least get close to the end of it before I post the sequel...

Oh yes people... I just completed the last chapter of this story today... the 29th at two fifty in the morning. So no criticism that you may wish to throw at me will change how this story goes. The sequel however... If you people have ideas let me know. I'm planning out what will happen but it is all subject to change if I like your ideas enough and if they fit into the main plot. I've had many, many ideas for it all while I was writing this story starting back in January when I got my first flame... Not for this story... quite the contrary... that flame is what started this story... I wanted to prove that I could write a story that wasn't plotless or pointless. I mean sometimes it may seem like this story is plotless but trust me, it's not. It may take til the end of the sequel for the plot to actually show, but I promise you there is one. Heh. I've gone off rambling now. So very, very sorry. One last thing... Um... I made a mistake when I said that "The Boss" was muggle... "The Boss" is most definitely a witch/wizard. Hehe...

Well...

Ja ne.