PROLOGUE

A/n: I just decided to write because I was bored in my computer class, GOODNESS? What was I thinking? It might be a little dramatic in the beginning, but trust me; this isn't how it's all going to be. ENJOY! R/R PLS!

This is before the Sixth BOOK… I wrote this before it came out…

"Mr! Please…" Tears streamed down her face. The young man smiled. She looked towards her right, to her dad. "Daddy, please… Don't let him send me away… Daddy…"

Sarah's dad bit his lip. He wanted to help, but there was nothing he could do. But what he did do was sigh; he walked towards Sarah, and kissed her forehead. He looked in her eyes. Her dad couldn't say anything, but his expression surely did, it said "I'm sorry…"

"Daddy!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry Angel…" He turned around, facing the door.

"I'm sorry Angel'? That's all you have to say? Nothing else? Just sorry?" She replied, the hurt and anger in her tone. "You have to understand, it's for your own good."

"My own good… I can pick what's good for me and not!"

"You don't understand! There are people over there that are just like YOU!"

She was startled; she has never seen her father this mad.

"I don't want to send—your mom and I don't want to send you away, but you'll be happier over there! It hurts us just as much as it hurts you!"

She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming.

He turned around and glanced at her. He just gave her a disappointing look which tore her apart.

He resumed walking towards the door. He opened the door, he paused as he heard his daughter, and "So, that's it? You're just going to walk out of my life? Huh? That's the end isn't it? Just because you and Mom got divorced means you both have to send me away!"

"The reason why we are sending you over there has nothing to do with your mom and me! I don't have time, your plane is going to leave soon, and I am leaving…"

"Just a couple steps and I'm no longer your problem any more, huh?"

He walked out, and he paused again.

"Alright then… LEAVE! I don't need you in my life! I could live better without you IN my life! Just a couple more steps and you'd have no responsibility at all…It'd make both of our lives easier! Huh? Wouldn't that be great? Huh?" He stood their silent, holding the door. The tears made it blurry for her to see her father's actions, she wiped them.

He pushed the door open as the backside hit the wall.

The tears finally stopped, leaving her rosy cheeks and eyes dry.

He walked out.

"Good LUCK! Hopefully you don't get some woman pregnant, marry her and leave your kid when they're a teenager again! Hopefully you don't break another person's heart other than mine DAD!" She yelled… Her voice echoed in the hallway.

The door slammed shut. It was over.

"Come on Sarah. Let's go… err… We don't want to miss our flight do we?"

The man said, trying to pretend that little conversation her dad and her never happened.

Sarah tried not to think of what had happened, but what was yet to come. She noticed a British accent from the man.

"Follow me…"

Sarah followed him into a separate room which had a door that led outside.

They crossed the outdoor lobby… She saw several chairs around a table, and a couple picnic tables. She saw several kids playing catch, and families eating lunch together.

They walked off the lawn and on the side walks.

"Okay, your cab should be here any minute-" He was interrupted by a high pitched beeping sound. "Hold on one minute… Hello mate! Yea… I'm here in the USA… Really mate… I'm serious… Yea, but it's strictly business this time, because I need the money to start the small business I told you about mate… No, it's business… I know, last time I did say business and I did party and have a couple drinks…it was only a couple mate… no, ten is a couple!"

The young man had short red hair and freckles, around the age of 17 or 18. He was quite tall with an odd wardrobe; it seems as if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Sarah thought, 'when will this cab ever get here?'

The man nudged her shoulder, "Isn't ten a couple… or three considered a couple? Tens right isn't it?"

"Uh, yea… sure… why not…"

"See! I told you mate, I even asked a girl here who I'm supposed to be escorting—BLOODY HELL! I've got to go mate! I'm going to be late for our flight… Where else, to bloody London! Aright mate, see you at Hogwarts!"

He hung up the phone.