Note from writer: So! This is the 3rd chapter! It is late i know but life happened. Expect a treat in 2-3 days as an apology for the delay! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I do not have any profit from writing this story.

Thank you for the revew Lunaz! And Mr Guest thanks again! Although if it isn't too much trouble i would like you to elaborate since i have no idea as to what you mean with ''Choppy'' and so i can't try to fix it.

Chapter 3 – The girl's story

He remained planted beside the now stammering girl and prodded her side to make her pay attention to him.

'It's ok, they are not with the bad wizard.' He said remembering, everything that had been said about the one that had been trying to kill his cousin and assuming that the girl was afraid of them, fearing that they were in his side.

That seemed to calm the girl enough for her to start talking in a wavering whisper. 'She splinched. Yesterday she disappeared suddenly from home and we didn't know where she was untill i receaved a letter from her. She asked me to come find her alone and bring some of her stuff with me so that she could leave us because they were suspecting that she was with us and didn't want to put us in danger. I did as she said but when I reached our appointment they followed me without me knowing it and attacked us. My sister panicked and apparated us here although she has not passed her test yet and so she splinched.'

Sara had only just spoken the first few words when Hestia bowed above the injured knee and begun making weird movements with her wand. Sara's voice trailed of and she would have stopped talking if Dudley had not prodded her side again to coax her to continue with her story. She gave him an inquiring glance and he whispered 'why?' She seemed to realize what he was asking her because the words burst out of her.

'I don't know why they were after her exactly, I mean we are muggle-born but it felt like it was something more than that when they confronted us earlier, that, she has to tell us herself but there is a reason that they are not after me and our parents. Or at least they were not until today. It is a long story though.' After these words she looked uncertain as if she did not know whether they wanted her to keep talking or not and if she herself wanted to continue.

'Go on child, I am very interested as to why two girls of your age have come to be alone.' Hestia turned to look at her for a split second before bowing her head towards the injured kid again.

After a few more uncertain moments, Sara began her story. 'My family originates from Newcastle and my parents belonged to the Christian Catholic Community of St. Nicholas. When I was 4 years old I started to do funny things like changing colors to my bedclothes and hover my toys and so forth and that really scared them. At first they tried to exorcise it from me thinking that I was cursed or something. By the time that my baby sister 3 years later started doing about the same things they had admitted defeat and simply tried to keep it a secret from everyone else.'

'As I grew up I saw that my magic was a cause of grief to my parents and hid the outbursts of magic as best I could. My sister did not, and even made it difficult by throwing tantrums about her magic and how much she liked it that she was standing out in the community so much that finally my parents thought it would be safer for us to leave Newcastle and hide in our anonymity in London.'

'There we were taught to hide our magic everywhere but at home and things calmed down until the letter came for me when I turned 11. One day during the summer holidays a severe looking woman knocked our door and explained all about this wizarding world within ower own and offered me a place at this school which I refused because I saw the distress it caused my parents.' At these words Hestia and Dedalus exchanged a weary look. Seeing that, Sara hurried on. 'My parents were brought up to have a strong faith in church and ower existence was proof that something was wrong with either the teachings of church or with the world. Their faith prevailed and I remember that my mother cried every time she laid her eyes on me for a week after that visit.'

'After that, another wizard came to see us and he looked more like a wizard than the woman had, perhaps thanks to the long white hair and beard. I asked him if he could take my magic away from me but he said he could not. When I begged him to let me stay home though he assured me that he could make it so I would be allowed to stay if I really wanted to and when I told him I did he left.'

'My parents calmed down after that and life went to normal for my family until school started again. At my new high school I was the only one to have 3 extra hours in my timetable and when I asked my classes homeroom teacher about it she told me that I would have to wait outside her study after the end of class. I did as she asked but it was another woman that awaited me there when I reached the study. She explained that she was a witch working for the ministry of magic and that professor Dumbledore had asked her to teach me how to use and control magic. I never told my parents that and I learnt many things during the next 3 years with her but it was my sister's turn after that.'

'The letter came and she replied without the knowledge of ower parents' and next thing we knew Mr. Dumbledore was back explaining what my sister had done to my utterly bewildered parents. My father yelled at my sister calling her abnormal and uncooperative. My sister was crying then and the wizard became stern and told my father that with or without his approval the wizarding world existed and if we wanted to be a part of it, he could not stop us.

Father retorted that we had no place in that world and shouted at Emily that she ought to be more like me but this was something of a sore spot for her because she had always been compared to me and she revealed the fact that I had been studying magic for 3 years and my mom was crying by then.'

'When we all calmed down, my father said that we would be free to go to that school if we wanted but if we did he would ask from Mr. Dumbledore to find suitable wizarding families to take as in because he would give as up for adoption. Nothing we, or Mr. Dumbledore said could change his mind. I decided to stay home and stop studying magic. My sister chose to go. My father said that she could stay until a good family was found and Mr. Dumbledore left. Emily left the 1st of September and by Christmas the procedure for the adoption had concluded so I only saw her once or twice each break.'

Sara stopped long enough for her to look at the soundly sleeping Emily whose treatment was complete and sit beside her on the sofa.

'Things became bad last year when she showed up at my prep school right after the end of term and positively begged me to speak to me alone. She explained everything about you-know-who and about the danger to muggle-borns and she was reduced into tears while reciting how they had come for her at her new place and how her guardian had protected her with his life by stopping the death-eaters long enough for her to escape them and that she could no longer go back to Hogwarts and she nowhere to go.'

'I took her home and my parents consented to let her stay when they understood in what danger she was and why. I knew I was not in the wizard records because I had not taken the Owl tests so ower home should be safe and I was right because they only found her because of her using magic to banish some dementors yesterday.'

Sara was interrupted by a shriek from the doorway indicating that Dudley's mother had seen the girls…