Chapter Two

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"Laurie, Laurie!" the girl in the yellow dress called to me. "Come out and play!" She then ran through the fields, leaping over the tall grass and plucking the purple flowers growing untamed at random.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, following her. "Wait up Rose!"

Someone was shaking my shoulder.

I woke up instantly. It was just another dream of mine. Rose was my older cousin, now one of the Death Eaters still loyal to Voldemort.

"Laurie, wake up." someone was saying to me. Turning over, I looked up to see a man, slightly tattered with graying dark hair. I almost screamed, seeing that there was a man standing over my bed at about 2 in the morning.

"My name's Remus Lupin." he said, walking over to my door and grabbing my suitcase. "Pack your things, there isn't much time." He placed it on my bed.

"Wait, what?" I said, sitting up. Not enough time for what? Packing my things? Was I leaving? What the hell?

"I'll have to answer your questions later, just grab your things and we'll tell you once in a safer place." he said, going to the doorway. "I can only give you ten minutes." he said before walking out and closing the door.

I stood dumbfounded for about a minute until I decided to get up and dress. Throwing on a pair of jeans and leaving on my tanktop, I threw on my robe currently over my chair and started throwing things haphazardly into my suitcase. Clothes, paper, quills, ink, a book, pictures, camera, hair stuff, my jewlery box...

He knocked before entering.

"Are you all set?" he asked. I nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

Wandering through the streets of London was much more creepier when you couldn't hear a sound. I mean, the nightlife is just not for me.

I don't know how far we walked, it could've been miles. I began to grow wearier and wearier by the moment.

We finally came to a stop at one of the older areas of the city. Handing me a paper, Lupin said "Read this and memorize what you just read."

...Number 12...London...what?

Slowly, a house began to emerge between a small gap in the houses beside it, which didn't seem to be disturbed by what just happened.

Walking towards the door, he turned the nob and I closed my eyes for a second, not knowing what would be inside.

I only had one word for the house. Strange.

Along the stairwell were house elf heads all lined up in a row, looking relatively the same. Like a family. On another wall there was a huge curtain with a pull, possibly covering up a picture. And the entire place just seemed like a refurbished cellar.

Lupin brought me into one of the side rooms, where a large tapestry hung on one wall. A family tree of some sort.

"Just wait right here." he said to me, before leaving me in a chair by a low fire.

All I did was gaze around. How did this guy know my name? What in God's name was going on?

I could hear a clunking sound coming down the hallway, like someone had a bad limp or a peg leg of some sort. Turing towards the doorway, another man entered who I actually recognized. My auntie invited him over to dinner a few times. It was "Mad Eye" Moody.

"Hi, Mr. Moody. What's going on? Where's my aunt?"

He walked over to a chair across from me, sitting down before beginning.

"Your aunt is missing, as well as your parents."

"Wait...what? Why?"

My parents and my aunt, gone? Seriously, was this a joke?

"Let me start from the beginning, it's the only way you'll understand."

Order of the Pheonix

Voldemort.

Parents and Aunt gone.

Stuck in a strange house with people I didn't know.

I don't know how long I stayed in my bed on the second floor. Days, maybe even a whole week considering my state. My hair was greasy, my face breaking out, and I hadn't showered in awhile either. I was a mess.

"Dear," a woman's voice said, slightly rapping on the already open door. "I thought you might be hungry seeing you never came down."

A short woman entered my room, carrying a tray with sandwiches and tea and juice. Sitting up, she placed the tray on my lap.

"I'm Molly Weasley, one of the Order." she said, pulling up a chair by my bedside.

"I've met a Weasley, down in Diagon Alley. His name was George." I said, picking up a sandwich and taking a huge chunk out of it.

"Oh, George!" she said, a smile coming to her face. "That's my son. Are you two friends?"

"In a way, yes." I said, my mouth filled with turkey and cheese.

"Well, I hope he hasn't been too rude to you. Always joking around, him and Fred."

"Who?"

"His twin, Fred." she said, patting her hair back. "Those two had been getting into trouble all their lives, no wonder they opened a joke shop. I was hoping for better, but I can't really determine that now can I?"

I shook my head.

"Well," she said, getting up. "After you're done you can clean yourself up and I'll have some fresh clothes for you, alright dear?"

I nodded. Not much of a talker, am I?

"And afterwards, I'll see about George coming over later. He'll be delighted."

Walking out, she closed the door behind her.

Yes, but would I?

Ehh, very boring chapter, I know. Just trying to get the plot moving along! Remember to review review review!