"What the hell was thaht about?" Rogue yelled, she definitely did NOT like being yanked around like some ones old rag doll.
Remus paid no attention to Rogue's half-hearted attempts to release herself and kept walking determinedly through the streets, weaving in and out of various wizards and witches.
Hagrid no longer had his cheerful child like appearance; he now held a very sober and grave face, walking behind Remus and Rogue.
Finally, Rogue had had enough. As she let out a cry of frustration, she grabbed Remus and Hagrid by their coats and yanked them into the nearest ally way, and for once thanked god that she had super strength or such a feat would have been impossible.
Once in the ally, Rogue slammed Remus and Hagrid against the wall.
"Would ya'll just stop fer a second and tell meh what the hell is goin' on?"
Remus, looking if possible more agitated than Rogue and slightly frightened by the fact that this little wisp of a girl, who was capable of being the most powerful person, mutant and wizard alike, on the face of the planet, was directing a large portion of her anger towards Hagrid and himself.
Finally, after several minutes of Rogues fierce glare, Remus sighed and looked around the ally to make sure no one was close enough to hear what he was about to say.
"Listen Rogue, you have to be kept a secret, or at least who you are. Because if any one found out who you are and much less, that you existed, not only the Death Eaters, but every wizard and witch in the wizarding community, the Ministry of Magic, EVERYONE would be trying to get you on their side. You are, quite possibly, the most powerful being alive!"
Rogue hadn't thought about it before. She had never thought about the fact that she could be the one to decide which side would win the war. She could be the one to either destroy everyone who opposed her father, or she would be the one to aid in his destruction.
Rogue had to lean against the wall for support. Why was she always the one who would make the difference? Why must she always be the savior? Why was it that every where she goes peoples lives are dependant solely upon her decisions and her actions? This was like Apocalypse all over again!
"Ah cant tahke this any more!" She screamed inside her head. She had to get away, she need to breathe. She glanced at Remus and Hagrid, who looked very disturbed by Rogues reaction to their insight.
She didn't know what else to do, so…she ran. She shot out of the ally like a bat out of hell, and briefly looked both ways trying to figure out which way to go, before she turned to the right and began shoving through the mass crowd of people.
'Where do all these people come from?' it seemed like crowd was like a never-ending sea of people, they were EVERWHERE! But wait, there was an opening. Another ally.
Rogue didn't even think, she quickly ducked into the ally and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. Once this minor task was finished, she began to wonder where she was.
The ally was very dimly lit and the cheerful air that was almost suffocating back on the main street was now completely absent. Now, only the smell of mildew and an all-consuming darkness was present.
The only light in the dingy ally came from a sparsely spread shops, it greatly resembled the ally Rogue and Jean had been in her first night in England. And Rogue wondered, how far away was that ally? How far had she come in only a week? How much had she learned about who she was, where she came from?
Rogue had always wanted to know who her real parents were, but now that she knew, she wished she didn't. She wished she could have remained blissfully unaware of this life. She wished that she wasn't Lord Voldemort's daughter. She wished so much that this wasn't her life, that she was really just dreaming and she was intruding upon someone else's nightmare of a life.
But she wasn't. She wasn't just watching someone else's situation flash before her eyes. This was her life and to tell the truth there wasn't very much that she could do about it that wouldn't result in someone getting killed most likely.
And what was she thinking? Was she contemplating just giving up and running away? Just prove to the world that she was a spineless coward who ran away the second things got rough? She was ROGUE for Christ's sake! She didn't run away, she stood and fought.
There was nothing she could do about who her father was or what her responsibility was. She couldn't run away from her own life. 'Well, thahts lahfe fer ya." Rogue thought bitterly in her mind.
'Like, Rogue, you, like, totally worry too much. I'm like, totally sure that you can handle anything that, like, any one can dish out.' Her mental Kitty, that was one of the many problems of having all the people who she has absorbed just floating around in her head always making comments about her daily life.
But in a way it was very comforting to know that she always had some of her most admired mentors telling her what to do.
Rogue probably would have kept on wandering around in the world of her musings, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted a flash of bleach blonde hair outside a shop at the end of the ally.
Rogue backed into the shadows out of reflex. She recognized that hair. She squinted her eyes to get a better look, and tried, if possible, to back further into the shadows.
There, no more then a block away, was Lucious Malfoy. He was looking into a the shop as though trying to find something. He did seem to have noticed her yet, and for that Rogue was thankful.
Finally, he decided to go into the store followed by a boy who looked like a younger version of Lucious, most likely his son. He looked to be around her age, with his blonde hair greased back away from his face, and although his face shown of power and superiority that should not be possessed by someone his age, his eyes gave away his nervousness and insecurity. As soon as the sound of the door clinking reached Rogues ear, she darted down to end of the ally where the store was located.
Rogue was careful to duck down behind some of the displays and was desperately trying to listen to the conversation going on inside the store.
For a while there was nothing but the muffled sounds of Lucious' heavy footsteps and another set of lighter footsteps against the, what Rogue guessed to be, rotting wooden floor. But then there was a pause in his footsteps and the boys and they were replaced with lighter, quicker footsteps, coming from the back of the store. Then hushed voices began, speaking frantically.
"Is it in yet?" Rogue recognized Lucious' voice, and immediately wondered what it was he wanted.
Then the second voice began, quivering with fear, "Y-yes sir, but it was very hard, object such as the---'
Rogue couldn't hear what it was that was hard to find because a fight between a few drunken wizards broke out in the bar across the street.
Rogue replaced her ear on the dusty glass of the window, but instead of voices she heard the stifled thumps of footsteps coming towards the door. She immediately jumped away from the door, but she was too slow, the door was already opening.
Oh crap! There was no way she would get away without him seeing her, but she had to make a run for it.
The end of the ally was 2 blocks off! She would never make it! She began running, and suddenly she was out in the middle of the crowded main street of Diagon Ally.
How the hell had that happened? There was no way she could have moved that fast, she didn't have super speed.
Then suddenly it hit her. That was Peitro's power! Quicksilver, the fast mouthed little daddy's boy from the Brotherhood. But how was that possible? She hadn't absorbed him in over a year, normally she couldn't recall the power of the people she absorbed more than 15 minutes after she absorbed them.
She would have to think about it later, as she saw Lucious coming out of the ally, she immediately ducked into the crowd and off to find Remus and Hagrid.
She found them outside of what looked like some kind of magical pet shop, having some kind of wizarding ale, both completely silent and staring into the crowd, looking for her she assumed.
She walked up behind them, making as little noise as possible, but even if she had, she doubted they would have been able to hear it because of all the noise surrounding them.
"Well hi there!" Rogue said, maybe a little to loudly, right into Remus' and Hagrid's ears.
Faster then Rogue could think, she had one wand and one battered pink umbrella pointed at her face.
Remus' face lit up once he realized who it was and Hagrid looked like he was about to collapse from relief.
"Thank Merlin! We thought we would give you time to cool off, but then you didn't come back and we started to worry." Remus explained, relief evident in his voice.
Hagrid looked like he was trying to say something, but all that came out was various blubbering sounds.
"Ya'll never guess who Ah saw on mah little adventche." Rogue said, normally one would have thought that this was a pleasant calming phrase, but Remus could see through the simple phrase and his face immediately turned tense.
Rogue took their silence for her answer and merely answered her own question.
"Lucious."
Without even asking what Rogue was talking about, Remus silenced her, "Tell us when we get back to the house, but for now, Hagrid and I wanted to get you something to celebrate you coming back."
"Oh really? And what ever could that be?"
Simultaneously, Remus and Hagrid exchanged glances, and then looked at the animal shop they were sitting in front of.
Rogue had never been in a "magical" creature shop, but she had to admit she was a little excited.
She walked into the store and looked around. There were some of the weirdest creatures, the ugliest creatures, and some of the most amazingly beautiful creature she had ever seen.
But above all the others, there was one that caught her eyes. It was something like a forest green cat with midnight black paws and miniature horn on its forehead. The cat-like things eyes were pitch black with specs of the same green as on its body.
The whole time Rogue was looking through the shop, she could feel the eyes of the strange creature on her, just staring at her as though it could see into her very soul.
And Rogue, for her part, had trouble taking her eyes off the cat either. She figured she would get that one, but when she looked at the price, it was over 500 galleons. She glanced at Remus and Hagrid, it would be horrible to ask either of them to get her that one.
"Ya'll, thar isn't realleh any thang Ah want from heh, if it all the sahme to ya. But thank ya so much for thinkin' 'bout me." Rogue had to confess, she was a little disappointed that she couldn't get it, but she had been disappointed before, its no different now.
"Well, if your sure." Was all Remus said, although, not that Rogue noticed, he didn't sound as disappointed as he looked, as they walked out of the store.
"Well, I 'ave some business t' attend t', so I must be leavin' you now." Said Hagrid, shaking hands with Remus before turning to Rogue, looking as though he wanted to do something but thought better of it not to.
And Rogue, not wanting another suffocating hug but at the same time not wanting to hurt Hagrid's feelings, simply took Hagrid's had and gave it a gentle squeeze. This seemed to be enough for Hagrid, because he had a pleasant smile on his face as he walked away from Rogue and Remus and into the crowd.
"Well, I rather think that enough excitement today, and I would like to get back to the house as soon as possible so you can tell me all about your encounter with Lucious." Remus said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together.
Rogue was far too tired to argue so she merely fell into step behind Remus and began the trek back to the Leaky Caldron.