A/N: Thank you to my reviewers for the last chapter, I really appreciate them. Here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Do you seriously think I own Harry Potter? I don't think so.

Dedication: To Love, how happy it can make you.

I got off the train with my siblings and walked over to my mum. She hugged each of us in turn, and she didn't say anything mean to me at all. I noticed my dad eyeing my dark red hair, but he didn't say anything. We walked back to the car they had borrowed from the ministry, and we went home. Once we got there, I ran down to my basement room. I took it all in, I missed it so much. I flopped onto my bed. My room is dark red, and so us most of the stuff in it. I do have a black piano, a blue guitar and a microphone.

I laid on my bed for about an hour, just thinking about my grandpa, when my mum came down stairs. I noticed that she looked really tired. "Lily, the funeral is tomorrow at one. Please look presentable." She said, and I jumped up and hugged her. She looked surprised, but she hugged me back. "I love you mum." I said, and she said, "I love you to." And walked back up the stairs. I knew that my mum needed me then, and it was not the time to be the usual sullen teenager that I become at home.

The rest of the day I did nothing. I got an owl from Alex, wondering where I was, one from Kimmy, asking the same thing, and one from my teachers giving me all my homework. People kept popping in, saying how sorry they were for our loss. It started to get annoying. My mum was to tired to cook anything for dinner, so my dad went to the muggle pizza shop and brought home a couple of pizzas. I wasn't hungry though. All I could think about was my grandpa and home my grandma was doing. Finally, I went to bed, tired from doing nothing.

The next day, I woke up late, eleven. I was surprised my mom let me do that, she never does normally. I got up and looked through my closet. I pulled out a black dress, and put it on. Then I did my hair nice. I went downstairs. I noticed today that my mum didn't look nearly as tired and helpless as she did yesterday. She seemed to be in a better mood. She looked at me over her coffee, and she seemed to notice my hair for the first time.

"What did you do to your hair?" she said, and I looked at my hands. Her tone said she thought it was ugly.

"I dyed it and cut it." I said unhappily.

"Well, I think it's-" "Beautiful." My dad came in and finished for her. She didn't say anything back, and neither did I. By that time it was time to go to the funeral. All of us piled into the rented car and went to the funeral. We got there, and people spoke about him. My dad spoke about him, saying he was like a father to him. I started crying about half way through. Once people were done speaking, we went outside to watch him being lowered into the ground. This was very horrible to watch, and I chose to close my eyes.

Once it was over, we went back to my house. I went down to my bedroom and played my piano. I was playing a sad song to match my mood when my mum came down stairs. "Turn that racket off right now! I don't want to listen to your constant playing, it's horrible. And dye your hair back, it's ugly." She snapped at me. Tears started flowing.

I knew my mom was probably just sad about her dad and taking it out on me, but I didn't care. Some more stuff started to come out of her mouth, and I started to get really mad. Next thing I knew, my mom was dripping in chocolate sauce! Some how I had managed to conjure chocolate sauce out of thin air and dump it on her. Anyway, my mom blinked for a second, and she began screaming at me again. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up and ran out of the house. I had no idea why I was even remotely happy to come home. This is what it was like all summer.

I had changed out of my dress and wore some muggle jeans and a sweatshirt. I was freezing out side, it was very cold for November. I ran away from my house, I ran until I tripped and ripped my jeans. I didn't get up for a few minutes, I just sat there. My mum had gone to far. She is always putting me down, and this was too much. Most of the time she doesn't mean it, but this she did. I never wanted to go back there again. I knew I would have to eventually, but I really didn't want to. All I had was my wand and a couple of galleons. Finally, after a lot of debating, I decided to walk to Parvati and Ron's house.

"Lily! Come in, what are you doing here? The funeral ended a few hours ago and you miss us already?" Parvati said, smiling. I didn't smile back. The bump that was the baby was getting bigger; she was due in a month. Ron came into the room to see who came in, and when he saw me, he raised his eyebrows.

"Lily? Would you like to tell me why you're here? Parvati, dear, could you leave us alone for a little while?" He said, and Parvati left. He took me to the sitting room. Their house elf brought some tea. I took one sip of the tea, and the tears started flowing again. I told Ron everything about what happened. He nodded.

"Can I stay here? Please? And please don't tell my mother that I'm hear, let her worry about me for awhile." I said, with more bitterness in my voice then I meant.

"Okay, Lily. You can stay. Go up to Jessica's room, you can stay there. If your mother comes looking for you, I'm not sure if I wont tell her that you're here. We'll see, okay?"

I nodded. A place to stay was good. I went up to Jessica's room and sat on the bed. It was dark and rainy outside. I changed into some of Parvati's pajamas that she had lent me, and I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of someone crying. With m eyes closed, I listen. With a shock I realized it was my mother, talking to Ron.

"Have you seen her Ron? I said some very harsh things that I didn't mean last night and she ran out crying and I haven't seen her since… What if she is on the streets dead somewhere? What if one of the remaining Death Eaters got her, since they want revenge on Harry so bad… Please Ronnie, tell me you've seen her!" My mother cried hysterically.

I snapped my eyes open. I had never heard my mother's voice so full of fear. I really thought that she didn't care, but here she was, out looking for me. I decided that maybe my mom wasn't as out to get me as I thought, but I really didn't want to go home. I knew that Ron was going to tell her that I was here. I jumped out of bed, and changed into my old clothes. I grabbed my wand and climbed out the window.

Just as I hopped to the ground from the trellis, I heard them open the door to my room. I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the train station. I had just enough money to buy a train ticket to London, which is what I bought. I got the ticket, and in no time I was in London.

I walked around for a while, looking for the Leaky Cauldron. Finally, after an hour of searching, I found it. I went inside to use their fireplace. I was going to floo to Fred and George's shop. I didn't want to walk through the streets, afraid to see someone looking for me. I got some floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" I said clearly, and I began zooming. I panicked though, wondering if Fred and George would send me home, and fell out to early. I did not like were I ended up.

I looked unhappily around Knockturn Alley. I had never been here before, but I knew this was what it was. It had to be. I had no idea which direction was Diagon alley, so I chose to go right. It was clearly not the right way. I walked for a few minutes before turning around. The shops were getting more and more filthy and dark looking. When I turned around, I walked right into a woman with black and gray hair, and heavily lidded eyes. She looked familiar, but I dismissed it. "'Scuse me." I said, trying to keep going,

"No, Excuse me, my pretty. What is little miss Lily Potter doing back here in the dark alley? Why don't you come along with me, out of the darkness." She said, and she out her hand on my shoulder. Next thing I knew, Bellatrix Lestrange was leading me further and further into Knockturn alley, then onto streets with very dirty looking houses. She took me to one house and shoved me into it. By now I was shaking so bad that I could barely breath. Bellatrix might try to kill me.

She bound me and gagged me. She whistled, and quite a few old death eaters came in. I noticed a few of the younger one's from my dad's school pictures: Crabb, Goyle, Zambini, Flint. They all looked scary, but Flint was what scared me the most. He was looking at me with this look of longing, like he wanted to feel me up or something. I was shaking.

"Now, we are going to get revenge on Mr. Potter by ruining his eldest daughter's life. No, missy, they aren't going to kill you. Just maybe rape you." Bellatrix said with such calmness, like it happened everyday.

I whimpered softly as she stunned me, then pulled the ropes off me. "Flint, she's all yours." Bellatrix said softly.

Flint came over and yanked off my pants, then my underwear. "Your beautiful." He commented, looking at me. Then he pulled down his pants. His thick erection sprang foreword. I looked away. We were the only two in the room, everybody else left. He began thrusting himself into me, trying to break my barrier. When he finally broke threw, I screamed in pain. This hurt more then anything I had ever experienced. He thrusted harder and harder, and I was sobbing. By then the stunning spell had worn off, so I kneed him in the face. He fell backwards and swore. I could feel semen and blood drip from between my legs.

Flint got up and slapped me across the face, very hard. He roughly thrust his erection into me one more time, then left me in the room to cry, which I did for several hours. It took a few hours for me to stop bleeding. I found a towel next to me, which I wiped the inside of my legs clean. I winced every time the cloth hit my thigh; it hurt a lot. I pulled up my underwear, then my pants. I cried even harder when I did this, it was painful. Once I did this, I just lay on the ground crying, hoping for someone to rescue me.

Nobody did. Night fell, and I fell asleep. Cleary all the Death eaters had left me there, in hopes I would starve or something. I couldn't move, I was so sore. When morning came and I woke up, I wasn't as sore as before, but I couldn't move. I was guessing that Flint had put some sort of spell on me so I couldn't move. So I didn't; I just laid there, most of Thursday, praying for a rescue.

A/N: A lot of Drama in this chapter. Please review. I'm not sure how much I like this chapter, or if I even like it at all, so please tell me what you think.