Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I haven't made an update in over a month. Unfortunately, a life snuck up on me while I wasn't looking and I had other things to do besides make you happy with this crappy fan fic. Obviously, I'm going to continue this fic, and if I decide I'm not going to, I will let you all know. No matter how long I leave this sit without updating, or even thinking about it, until I tell you it's over it's not over. Okay? So don't ask.

Thanks to Darkraven Haven (you might not know how this pairing will work out, but I do. Thanks for the input, though, and I'll think about it all), Shdwcat27, Alaksandra, Aranel Aredhel Niphredil, Jacc, CathRakka, Sham, and Addy for their reviews. I hope you eventually read this and didn't get too mad at me for not writing (this fic).

Snape told Dumbledore. Dumbledore told McGonagall. McGonagall told Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron came rushing into Grimmauld Place, yelling and generally making me feel like shit. Soon the whole Order knew. Mrs. Weasley cried and hugged me. Ginny got teary and didn't talk to me, just stared. Harry yelled a bit more, and Ron tried to make me feel better but didn't help. I sat there staring at the wall, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the ground and die.

I had to visit my parents. McGonagall told me I had to fix things with them. I wondered where Snape was. I wanted to strangle him, or maybe beg him to let me hide in his dungeons so I wouldn't have to deal. I just want someone who doesn't actually pretend to care right now.McGonagall was sitting in the other room with Harry and Ron, and I knew they were all listening to everything.

I sat on the couch in the living room, hearing my mother cry, feeling my father's glare, listening to them yelling at me that they were worried sick, I could've been lying in a ditch somewhere, what the hell is wrong with me, why didn't I talk to them. Well? Why can't I answer their questions? What am I thinking? What's wrong with me? Did I even use my brain? Did I have a reason, or did I just want attention?

I don't know...stop yelling...stop...just stop it...

"STOP IT!"

They did stop. Mum stopped crying and Dad stopped glaring. They stopped yelling. They just stared at me.

"I don't need this," I said.

"Do you think we needed-"

"Just stop it!" I yelled at them, getting to my feet. "I don't want to listen to you anymore! With everyone around me, I'm not allowed to feel anything! If I get angry, or sad, or anything you all just make me feel guilty by talking about your own problems! Well, guess what, I do feel. You act as if this was a sudden thing, that I just up and decided hey, I'm going to run away today! You don't notice anything about me, and I'm supposed to care about you?"

This outburst was met with silence. I clenched my fists, spun on my heel, and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

No one followed me.

A/N: Its short, its sucks, don't bother telling me. It's okay. I know already. Concrit is welcome! Please and thank you.