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I walked down to the many floor of the pub. There were a few wizards there, a vampire, and a couple hags. The birds must be in one of the back rooms. I'd have to go check. Here goes nothing useful in my life.

I made my way to the back room quietly, without being seen by Tom or anyone. Two of the three were empty, so I went to the last one and opened the door a bit. Fang and Slash were sitting across from each other talking about something. There was a girl with curly blonde hair sitting by a boy with blonde hair, and another boy with strawberry blonde hair. A tall blonde girl was standing against the wall with a dark skinned girl.

The little blonde went over to Fang and whispered something to him. He laughed and stood up. I backed away as he got to the door. I swear my face was probably red. My legs wouldn't work, so I waved slightly.

"Come in. The others want to meet you. Even if it is almost one in the morning." He said his face falling back to a blank expression.

Slowly I walked in behind him, and took another quick glance around. Slash looked at me and smiled. I response I rolled my eyes and put a hand on my hip. The tall blonde rolled her eyes at Slash, and then nodded to me in approval.

"Don't worry about him. He's a sexist pig." The tall blonde said.

"Don't worry. I deal with similar people at school." I stated.

"I'm Max. I don't know how, but you earned Fang's trust. Show me you deserve mine too." She said.

She made me think of Oliver Wood. In a natural born leader kind of way. The little blonde started introductions. Her name was Angel. The blonde boy was the Gasman, the strawberry blonde was Iggy, and the dark skinned girl was Nudge. Nudge made me think of Lee Jordan. Always talking, it drives you a bit insane.

"The boy with the black hair, he's your brother." Fang said.

"Yeah, he's famous here in the wizard world. All because he didn't die when he should have. I'm glad he didn't die, but now he's up against a very dangerous wizard." I mumbled.

"Doesn't that make you up against this dark wizard too?" He asked.

"Technically yes, that's why I went into hiding. If the wizard didn't know who I really was it would be easier to get close to him, and finish what Harry started." I said.

"Strategy. When did you come up with that?" Max asked.

"When I was eleven." I stated.

I asked about their wings, but I was mainly told that they weren't worth the pain to get them. I apologized many times for my stupid curiosity, but to me it didn't seem right for them to forgive me. It was a bit upsetting in my mind. I wouldn't have liked if they asked about my parents.

"Stop apologizing. You are fine." Max finally snapped.

I went silent, and walked out of the room. I had, most defiantly, over stayed my welcome. Someone followed me, but I didn't turn to look. Getting to my room was the only thing really on my mind. Then again there was also the thought of my godfather possibly being near on my mind.

Though I wasn't supposed to go into the muggle world, I guess I could go out there and try to find Sirius. That was something I was willing to take right now. Instead of going to my room I walked to the front entrance of the pub. After taking a quick glance to make sure no one was watching me, I slipped out the front door into the busy London streets.

"Where are you going?" Someone said from behind me.

"Looking for my godfather." I stated and started walking.

I was grabbed by the arm. First response I grabbed one of my swords and whirled around ready to attack as I pulled the other one out. It was just Slash, so I put the swords away then went back to walking. For the second time he grabbed my arm pulling me to a halt.

"Just let go of me." I mumbled.

"I just want to talk to you real quick. I didn't get to ask my question back there." He told me.

"Go ahead, ask." I growled.

"Why aren't you with your parents?" He whispered in my ear.

My voice caught in my throat. There was two sides to that question. One was that they were dead, and I had managed to escape thanks to my brother. The other was basically telling me to die. I take it as Slash was asking about side one.

I took a deep breath in releasing my voice. Slowly, I explained what happened that fateful night of October 31st twelve years ago. How I could remember everything that happened that exact night, even though I was only one, astonishes me every time I tell the story. When I finished I pulled myself from Slash, and began running down the street.

I turned down an ally after running for twenty minutes straight. The cold, brick wall was pressed against my back as I regained my breath. My back sank down against the wall. Something was in the ally, and I knew for sure that it was no random stray dog. Who or what was it though? Was my doom at hand?

Something needle like pressed into my side. I looked at my side. It was a half human half wolf thing, and it was giving me a shot. Before he could do anything I screamed. This wolf thing wasn't a bit like a werewolf. I can tell the difference between a werewolf and an impostor easily.

Someone entered the ally and leaped over me, tackling the wolf thing onto its back. So much rage and pain began to fill every bit of my tiny body. My vision was going blurry quickly, and I still had my glasses on. Was I going to die or what? If death was my next stop I hoped for it to be quick and no more painful than it already was.

My savior leaned over me slowly. It was Slash, he had continued to follow me, and that resulted in him saving my butt. His hands rested on my cheeks trying to sooth my small squeaks of pain. Rain started pouring over us, and I couldn't see anything of that wolf thing.

"I know what you're going through with your parents. Fang and I never knew our mom. She was a seventeen year old druggie when Fang and I were born. She died, and we were taken to a lab." He whispered.

"It hurts." I whispered.

"I know. I don't know what he put in you, but I know it hurts. Let me take you back." He whispered.

I didn't have much of a choice, so he lifted me up. I wanted so badly to scream when he lifted me, but I refrained from it. Tears were dripping from my cheeks, but they were mixed with the rain. When Slash started walking it hurt even worse.

After half an hour he got me back into my room, and into my bed. We were both soaked to the bone and Max walked in. She gave Slash a single glance and he left the room. After closing the door Max went to my trunk. She pulled out my pajamas and some other clothes.

"You have to trust me right now." She told me and helped me get changed into the dry clothes.

"I, I trust you with my life." I whispered.

She laid beside me in my bed like a big sister would. Her fingers went through my hair untangling it from its wet bunched up nots. The pain was still horrendous, but I figured if I didn't fall asleep I'd pass out completely.

"Rest Rose. You'll need it to ease the pain when it starts to target your back." She whispered in my ear, and then I was out cold.