Amber sighed as she came to a rest along a tree. They had managed to bypass several villages, and Amber was relived that they had made it through another one just now without anyone the wiser to their presence. Stopped as she was, she finally took a good look at her newest companion, Draco Malfoy. She cared little as to why he was joining the group, just that he was. He had also been part of the World, and knew it better then she did right now. What information would he yield?

"Why do you run? Why did you leave your families behind? You know they think you're dead?" Draco couldn't help but ask, having recognized the Weasleys, Harry, and Neville. And while he knew somewhat about certain things, like the miserable treatment Harry received by his relatives, he couldn't even begin to fathom why people with loving families like Neville, Ron and Ginny would run away.

"We not safe here. World bad, World hurt us. We find safety, we find Paradise. Only then we stop running." answered Luna. It was obvious that they were not anymore educated then they had been when they left. And considering they were only four or three at the time, that isn't saying a whole lot.

"Paradise? And what about you guys? Your parents loved you. They were so devastated when you were proclaimed dead. Don't you miss you families even the slightest?"

The terrified looks the blonde received was answer enough. Then Draco had a sudden thought.

"Do you even remember your parents? At all?"

Blank stares were his answer. Obviously not. Draco looked at them incredulously. How could they forget their parents? They weren't that old when they ran away. Draco could expect Harry and Amber to not remember their parents, they had only been infants when Harry became the Boy-Who-Lived, and Amber had been abused, so either she had lost her parents at the same age, or was trying to forget them because of it.

The others had parents who loved them, and they were 4 when they disappeared. How could they not remember? Draco was astounded. He remembered his father, even though he had been 6 when he was Kissed and killed. He even remembered his Aunt Bellatrix, who suffered much the same fate when questioned. So how could they not remember theirs?

Amber surveyed her surroundings. Noting the late hour, she proceeded to locate a hollowed tree big enough to house all of them for that night.

"Come. Sleep now. Tomorrow we run more. We must escape. Must find Paradise. Only then, we rest."

Nobody, not even Draco, protested this order, and they all settled in for the night.

Tomorrow, they would start anew. Tonight, they slept.

July 10th, 1995, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

Little Taylor Baldwin was excited—as excited as you can possibly be. Today would be the first time the 6-yr-old would ride the subway to Washington DC, in order to visit the zoo with his mommy. He would even get to see the research place were the clouded leopards were kept!

He was rather impatient to get underway, but when they went underground with the crowds and got into the train, it all disappeared. Clinging to his mommy's hand, he stared, wide-eyed, at the people getting on and off at the various stations and got even more excited then he had been before when the train went into a underground tunnel that didn't seem to end.

Looking out the window as the lights flashed by, trying to catch the blue ones that were interspersed amongst the white, he caught a flash of glitter, like diamonds in the light.

"What's that mommy?" he asked.

"What's what?" his mother, Jackie, was having a hard time keeping pace with her energetic 6 year old.

"I saw something sparkle outside."

"Nonsense, Taylor. There's nothing in that tunnel that could even remotely sparkle, even in the brightest of lights. It was just your imagination."

For all his life, Taylor would insist he saw something. This insistence led him onto a path that left him a detective, and shot in action just before his 46th birthday. No one ever believed he had actually seen something. But he did.

He had seen eyes glittering in the light of the tunnel. The many pairs of eyes that belonged to Amber the werewolf and her group of runaway wizards. All much older, much wiser, and much more worn and tired. But all still determined to find Paradise, and still determined not to be caught.

Faded from memory were the families they left behind. Vague dreams of faceless people that once held an important meaning to them were no longer remembered, however much they should have been. Their parents, their brothers, their teachers and friends. All forgotten by the group that never rested.

But they themselves were not forgotten. Narcissa Black was determined, no matter what, to find her son. Albus Dumbledore was determined to find his charge, Harry Potter, and the parents were determined to get their kids back, no matter the cost.

But their children were intelligent. Oh, they may not be able to add 2 plus 2 and get 4, but they could outsmart their parents 100 to 1. For every step and lead their parents investigated, they were already half a country ahead. They were not going back, and they would not be taken easily, especially not by people they didn't even remember anymore.

Voldemort, his base of Death Eaters destroyed from outside in, did not come back to life. He died a slow, lonely death in Albania. Harry came close, but not close enough. No one really cared, not when missing children had to be found. Missing children that would not be found.

It would be a long time before anybody ever found their happiness again. And they would find it in Paradise, with one another once again. It was sad that they would have to suffer first before it could be found.

I do not know where any of this is coming from. I really don't. And I can't really say how many more chapters we've got coming, either. And before I forget…

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

Again, this is all so freakin random it's scary. This piece of work, and the one before it, is just my imagination taking control of my hands and making my fingers type words on my laptop. Unfortunately, my imagination has neglected to tell me where it is going with this, and doesn't seem inclined to fill me in anytime soon. As it is, this will probably be updated sporatically, not that I don't already update randomly as is, but this will be even more random then normal becuase I, to qoute Charlie Brown (Whom I also don't own) "Wish I knew what's going on."

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