Hey ppl, well I really needed to do this story. I hope to update it every weekend, as long as I get at least 5 reviews during the week. seriously, I mean come on, guys. So, if anyone has questions about the story, just ask. Also, I you see any spelling or grammatical errors or anything, please fill me in, I try to get everything but between me and my computers spell check, things still get by. Au Revoir, tout le monde!

She lay under the bench at the bus stop. Her wide brown eyes searched every face. Atseven years old, she had a premature sense of who would try and coax her from be spot, intent on helping the poor little girl. Liz figured that leaving her spot was worth getting wet if someone came up to her. Morna would be worried if she wasn't in the same spot she had been in when she left. A kind looking woman was approaching, umbrella in hand. Liz rolled out from under the bench. "Wait," the woman called.

Liz ran. Screw the lady, she didn't want help. She ran behind a building and waited for the woman to give up and leave. Liz's heart ached. It would have felt good to go home with someone who seemed truly concerned. No, she scolded herself firmly, all me & Mona needs is each other. She knew it was true, but it didn't help much. Finally the woman walked away.

With a sigh, Liz went back to the bench and sat on it. She was wet now, no point in lying on the ground. She looked up at the sky, then opened her mouth and let the cool rain water splash down her throat. Her stomach growled, reminding her that it wasn't water she needed. England was much harder to live in then Chicago.

Liz looked down and saw Morna heading towards her, a grocery bag in hand. Liz's mouth watered at the sight of it.

Morna sat next to her with a sigh. Even though they were Irish twins (born within the same year) Liz was a good four months younger, and small for her age, so Morna had always been her bigger protector.

Morna glanced at Liz, "Your gonna get sick, wet as you are."

Liz scrunched her nose at her sopping sister, "your one to talk."

Morna rolled her eyes, "Let's find somewhere dry to eat."

Liz followed with a grin, never losing sight of Morna's long tangle of black hair.

They ended up in the subway; it was underground, well away from the rain. Liz pushed her blond locks away from her face, watching Mona pull out half of a sub sandwich.

It was more then they'd had in weeks. Her eyes widened when Morna pulled out an orange, barely rotten, AND a bag of chips. She could have cried.

Morna split everything, giving Liz the larger half of everything and ripping the rotten part of the orange.

Both of them were silent for a minute, devouring the food. Both of them needed a minute after, to appreciate the food, and the fact that they might not get more for a while. Regrets of eating it so fast came and left swiftly, there was no point in regret. Liz looked around. Then she blinked. Two boys, about her age, were walking around, looking confused and angry. One had grey eyes and white-blond hair. His hair was longer then Liz was used to seeing, brushing his cheek as his head spun, looking at his surroundings.

The second boy caught and held Liz's attention. She didn't know why, there was nothing odd about him or anything. His hair was similar in length to his friends, a bit shorter and a dark brown color. His ocean blue eyes caught hers and she looked away, feeling bad for staring.

"Morna," she said with a frown, looking back up, "They look lost."

Morna glanced at the boys and shrugged. "Let's go say hi."

They got up. Morna got directly behind them, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Lost?"

The boys jumped. Liz gave Morna a scorning look for purposely frightening them. "Do you need help?" She put on her best innocent look: there was no point in scaring them off.

The boys glanced at each other. The blond said to his friend, "If there down here, they must be muggles if their down in this dump, Josh. "

Both girls gaped. They had on idea what "muggle" meant, but they were willing to bet it wasn't nice.

Morna pursed her lips, "Um, excuse me?"

The boys looked at her funny, apparently it was the other boys turn …Josh?... to talk, "Come on, Draco, we just gotta find The Leaky Cauldron."

Liz couldn't help herself, they were rude, but knowing something excited her, "We know where that is!" She bounced happily. The girls had noticed the dingy pub as a place they could sleep in because it was so dark and dingy, no one would notice them. Draco and Josh stared at her silently for a moment. "Yea, sure muggle." They smirked at her.

"Hey!" Morna gave both of them a sturdy push, she did not tolerate people teasing Liz, who's smile had faded rapidly at their comment.

Draco reacted worse, "Hey, watch yourself, muggle."

"YOU'RE A MUGGLE!" Morna shouted in frustration, getting called something you don't understand can get frustrating.

Both boys stared at her confused, then they burst into laughter.

"…us…muggles…yea, ok…"

Liz and Morna stared at them in shock. As quickly as the laughter had come, it stopped, Josh said, "Well, if they know where it is…"

Liz smoothed out her raggedy pants as if they were a skirt; it only made it worse, "if you would follow… Morna."

Morna rolled her eyes and turned abruptly. She didn't wait for the others to catch up.

They got to the Leaky Cauldron. As they walking, Draco and Josh were whispering worriedly about how 'the muggles' shouldn't even be able to see this place.

A tall man walked up to them, eyebrow raised. Liz and Morna both smiled politely.

The man had long blond hair that looked off on a man like him. Grown men that old shouldn't have hair that long, in their opinion.

Liz looked up at him, chocolate eyes trusting, "Hello, sir. We were helping them two (she pointed a thumb at Draco and Josh) get here." She gave him her most sugary smile, adults like sugary.

The man scowled at them like they were dirty, well they were but it's just plain rude to look at people like that. "Draco, Josh," he snarled, "how did two muggles get in here?"

Stuttering slightly, Draco told him what had happened. He nodded, "well, let's take them to the Manor…. My Lord should know what to do." The boys gulped. Liz looked up at the man hopefully, "Will you be able to take us home, Sir?"

The man smirked, leaning down to look her in the eye, "Well, little girl, that depends on how good you are. "

Solemnly, Liz nodded, mouth in a stubborn line. Most of their life adults had told them that they'd get what they wanted, if they'd just be good. This time, they were determined to do just that.