A/N:...yeah…it turned out to be a hell of a lot more serious then I wanted but I did explain a lot of what I wanted to at the end there… meh on with the fic.

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"Blake tell Surin it's time for dinner." Mary told her husband, who was standing next to her in the spacious kitchen that was painted in red and white and had many cupboards.

She stood at the stove and was making hotdogs. She was wearing an apron that was covered in flour, a testimony that the plate of warm cookies sitting on the counter were homemade.

"Mary why do we even bother keeping her? We're not even sure who her father is... I don't know why you're helping her! Surin isn't even worth her keep so why don't we just give her to an orphanage? It's not like Alissa is coming back for her!" Blake replied, glaring at his wife, they had been arguing about this for the past year and his wife still held up the pathetic ideals that her friend would, in fact be back for the unusually quiet young girl.

He had short blond hair and blue eyes, he was well built and he was tall. His wife was an almost complete opposite. She had long dark brown hair with brown eyes and she was chubby and short. Surin who was now three had ear length black hair with red highlights and icy blue eyes also her skin had paled into a deathly white.

Neither of the adults saw the little girl who was standing near the door listening. She felt angry that Blake would not want her and he'd say she wasn't his after all of the times they had told her she was theirs. She was able to grasp the fact that her 'daddy' didn't seem to lover her as much as her 'mommy' did, but she had always known that they weren't a normal family like the kids on t.v.

"Listen can we talk about this later? It's time for dinner." Mary muttered, not having the strength to stand up to him on this issue again, every time she tried to get him off of the subject of the little girl's heritage.

"We will talk about this Mary." Blake said, then left to find the little girl who had ran into the living room to sit on the floor on her own.

Surin ran into the room and hugged Mary's legs with a huge smile on her face. "Hi mommy."

"Hello sweetie, I'm sorry we didn't get the chance to talk earlier. How was kindergarten today?" Mary asked, hugging the girl.

"Good, we learned how to spell some of the harder names in our class today. You know what's a hard name to spell? Alissa." She said then walked into the dining room and sat down at the cherrywood table. The room was plain white except the bare table.

"How… how do you know that name? Is one of the girls in your class named that?" Mary asked, afraid of the answer.

"No I found it here." Surin took a white piece of paper out of the pocket of her plaid dress.

Mary took the letter away and walked into the other room, putting the letter quickly in one of the cupboards. She hurried back into the other room and brought a plate with a cut up hotdog on it. "Here Surin, eat quickly. It's almost bedtime and you have gotten to stay up late for the last two nights."

The girl quickly ate and quickly left the room. She got her pajamas on and went back to the kitchen to say goodnight.

"I'm taking her there tonight Mary, she's been here too long already. Having her here is not making life any easier." Blake told his wife, not leaving much room for argument. He hadn't liked the idea of taking someone else's child in from day one.

"But Alissa is going to come back for her, I know it. She's never broken a promise to me and besides if she leaves I'm giving all of her money back and we're selling anything she's gotten us." Mary glared at him, trying to remind him about the amount of the child's funds they had used to build a comfortable home for a child.

"I'm taking her tonight while she's asleep. You have no say in this and that it, that all." Blake said, thinking of everything he was about to lose including the t.v he had bought under the pretense of Surin wanting one.

Surin gasped, she couldn't believe that Mary wasn't about to say anything to the man. She had thought that they loved her but apparently she was wrong. She turned and ran to her room, seeing nothing through her tears. She started to pack her things. Her school work, her favorite dress and, Suzy, her blackbird toy. "They don't want me…" she muttered to herself, putting her bag on. She stood up on her bed and stared out her window. The locking mechanism was just out of her natural reach. She pulled her stool out of the corner and stood on it, then pulled the mechanism down. Finally she pushed out the window and stepped out onto the ground.

The night was just beginning to come and she could still see everything. She shivered in the slight chill of the wind. Surin saw that there were no other children playing on the swings. She decided that since normally there were children all over them for hours she would play now and ran towards it, not noticing that all of the houses looked identical and she didn't know which was hers.

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The hospital wing was filled with students from the eventful sixth year's potion class, quite a few students had either been hit head-on by the goo or had gotten a little bit on them. Since no one knew what Neville had done wrong no one knew how to fix it or even how long the ones who got the most on them would be out of it.

"I'm really sorry," Neville muttered, eyes gazing at the bricks on the floor.

"It's alright Neville, everyone understands that you aren't too good at potions." Hermione said, "Now if you could only remember what you put in it we could fix it."

"I told you I don't remember." He exclaimed, slightly irritated.

"Well then all we can do is wait." The head nurse said, smiling slightly at the kids.

All of the other students that weren't harmed were not allowed to leave because no one knew what being exposed to any of the potion would do to them or those that would be in contact with them. The only thing that they could do was sit around and wait for some officials from the ministry of magic to get to them and checked everything out.

No one in the room seemed willing to believe it was all an accident, most thought that Surin was planning a re-entrance of the dark lord and was doing all she could to help him.

Hermione walked over to the bed that Surin was lying on, her eyes were still unfocused and looked lost. Around her she could hear whispering, could feel people staring at the still form of the young woman. In that moment she knew that no matter what happened Surin would never be treated like a normal person, even with out the proof of a blood or DNA test it seemed that any bad luck that happened to the girl would be said to be her fault. Surin would be stuck living like a Friday the thirteenth, avoided by most and hated by almost all.

"It's obviously her fault, I mean honestly she must have snuck something into his cauldron, either that or she got one of the Slytherins to do it. She's awfully close with Draco and his father was one of the worst death eaters. It probably runs in his family." One of the other Gryffindor girls muttered to a friend. The two girls stood in the big group of people who were staring at Surin's still form and all seemed apprehensive, as if the girl would come alive and bite them.

"She is so much trouble. Has anyone ever actually been hurt by one of Neville's explosions? I don't ever remember a time before now." Another voice said, this one was male. "She's like a bad luck charm, a jinks… she is obviously related to the dark lord, it's the only way."

"Remember back in second year when everyone thought harry was the dark lord's heir because he could speak parsletounge? And you all ended up being wrong? Don't let yourselves be fooled again." She replied to all of the nonsense that people were saying. "Non of us know if she is even a Riddle by birth, she could've been adopted by a family with that name you know."

Everyone stared at her like she was crazy, then all continued their discussions, as if nothing had happened. No one was willing to listen to the voice of reason, or even bother to think logically. This meant that no one would be able to help her when she finally awoke.

On the other side of her she could hear the Slytherins talking about Surin also but their theories differed extremely.

"I don't believe that HE ever had any children, especially not unknown ones, and besides you'd think she'd be in Slytherin if she was." A female voice said.

"Yes but what if it's like potter? An almost Slytherin with something in them that made the hat think otherwise? Besides that old hat is a loony, it can't always be right. It probably made a mistake right?" A male voice said. A reply to that came but in a hush so low that Hermione couldn't hear it.

It seemed as if the school was split seventy-five, twenty-five on the issue of Surin and her heritage. Most of the people who doubted it were Slytherin and that told Hermione that it was almost definitely true that her friend wasn't who her name said. She decided that if the dark lord's followers didn't believe then it was obviously a lie, they would know the most out of all of the students about issues of the dark.

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A/N: Mary and Blake live in one of the neighbourhoods where all of the houses are identical except for the numbers on them, they also live in either Canada or America… not quite sure which yet. How does she get to Britain you ask? you'll just have to wait to find out now won't you?

Thank you to all reviewers. Oh and if it is wrong on any points leave it in your review and I will decide if you fight a well enough case to fix it bye!