In a few moments we were in Scrimgeour's office. It felt so familiar yet so cold. I had this dark feeling that this would be the last time I was here. I looked around hoping with all my heart that he was here. But alas, he wasn't.

"Harry, I'm gonna wait. If you want you can go back," I said to Harry who was browsing the bookshelf.

"No, I'll wait," he said opening up a very old looking book.

Harry was a very unpredictable person. I knew that he hated me, but sometimes it seems the complete opposite. It was one of the reason I could never bring myself to hating him, even though I should.

I didn't know what to tell Scrimgeour. All I knew was that going to Hogwarts was the wrong thing to do. I knew that I had something more important set out for me. And though I don't know what it is, what an adventure finding it will be.

"Hey Cullen, come here," Harry said looking up from his book.

I walked over to where he was with hesitation. Harry kept on reading and reading not bothering to explain what it was. He looked so different compared to normal. Before whenever he looked at me he had a look of loathing on his face. Lately, though, his face has been softer and nicer then it was before.

"This was Scrimgeour's journal from when he was head of the Auroa, dark wizard catcher, department," Harry told me. He cleared his throat and said, "January seventh, I captured Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange today. They put up a great fight, but in the end we were able to over power them.

"The only problem is that they have a daughter. She's just a year old and we can't send her to Azkaban with her parents. None of her relatives are either alive or trustworthy enough. We're thinking about a Muggle orphanage or getting someone to adopt her. I don't think that anyone in the wizarding world would want her, considering who her parents are; they would be scared out of their wits. She's sleeping right now at Arthur Weasley's house tonight until we find what to do with her.

"January eighth, we found a nice Squib family to adopt her. We gave them the choice of sending her to Hogwarts or not. They want to change her name, though. She will officially be Parker Cullen, January twenty-first. I am very fond of her name, though. Evangelist Lestrange, it just sounds so perfect."


Harry looked up at me. I tried to avoid eye contact. I was almost crying. My name wasn't even Parker. Sure, that might sound stupid to cry over, but to me it was just so much to take. I was about to go kill the two people who created me. I was about to kill the two people who probably loved me the most, if they even remember me that is. I went back to my other seat and just cried my eyes out. I didn't care anymore if Harry saw.

It was so quiet that I swore Harry had left. I was right. I wasn't sure where he went. Then I heard a pop and Hermione was now sitting next to me. She wrapped her arm around me. I no longer felt like crying. By now it wasn't as big of a deal. It's just that at that moment it hit me like a semi-truck.

A few moments later there was another pop. Harry had returned with Scrimgeour at his side. Scrimgeour didn't look surprised, so I guessed Harry told him we were here. He looked around as if to make sure all of his things were intact.

"Ah yes, Miss Cullen, you had something you needed to tell me." The way Scrimgeour said this made me feel like what I was doing was right. I'm not sure how to explain it, but I felt like he expected it of me all along, and now he was promoting that I did it.

"Yeah," I began. Even if he did know what I needed to say, how was I supposed to tell him? I took in a couple deep breaths before I continued. "I—I was wondering if it was possible for me not to go to Hogwarts."

"Do you want to go back and be a Muggle?" he asked, looking at me intently.

"No!" I almost yelled at him. That was far from what I really wanted to do.

"Then why don't you want to go to Hogwarts?"

"I—I don't think I could handle going to school. Its just I have other things on my mind." I laughed at myself. Other things, you know. I'm going to go murder my parents, but nothing big.

"Do these other things have to do with your parents?" he asked.

He knew. He had always known that when I knew the truth I wouldn't sit around. He knew that I wasn't that type of person. Or Harry told him, but I doubted Harry would strike up a conversation before they got here.

"Yes," I told him.

Scrimgeour looked over at Harry. He was still reading Scrimgeour's journal. He seemed to be deeply enjoying, I just hoped it didn't say anything else about me.

"Discovered my journal now have you Harry?" Scrimgeour said changing the subject.

Harry looked up and said, "Yeah, it's very interesting. I never knew most of these things. For example I never knew Parker's original name was Evangelist." He smiled a wide smile and then continued. "Isn't nice how you knew everything about her, and yet you never told her?"

"Wait, what?" I yelled. "Harry let me see that book." I walked over to Harry and took the journal from him. I read beginning were I left off. It was amazing, he had done so many amazing things, but what I liked most was that he'd been watching me ever since I was adopted. I read on until I reached the end, which took a while seeing as it had seventeen years of information inside.

"Did you ever plan on telling me that," I began trembling a bit. "That you've been watching me? That you knew everything? Why?"

"Well of course we had to watch you. What if you learned who you were and needed an explanation? What if you discovered who your real parents had been? We already knew how you would react, we couldn't just let you live as a Muggle without our protection," he told me trying to make it sound reasonable, like spying on someone was okay.

"But, did you ever plan on telling me?" I asked my voice trying to get the words out without me crying.

"Er, no, we knew you would over react," he said reasonably.

I had no idea how to reply to that. I couldn't think of the right words to say how I was feeling. But then I didn't have to.

"And that gives you a reason to spy on someone?" attacked Harry, his voice was as cold as ice. "And not even tell her? How could you?"

I suddenly filled with glee. It might seem surprising that I could feel happy at time like this, but how could I not? Someone I thought hated me was standing up for me against the Minister of Magic. It was the weirdest, nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. it made me so confused, though.

"Harry, how little you understand. Do you not realize who her parents are?" he said to an angry Harry Potter. He lowered his voice, so it was hard to make out what he was saying. "Do you know how powerful she is, even without a wand? She could perform magic when she was three. Remember Miss Cullen when you didn't want to eat your broccoli and then it was gone? You hadn't touched it, and yet it went away? Or when you were seven and your mom bought you a hideous yellow dress, and somehow it grew fifty times bigger? Or even last year when you got so mad at you mum that she disappeared for a month?"

"STOP!" I yelled through my tears. I hadn't meant to do any of those things. And now I knew what truly happened. "You have no idea what you are talking about!" I was shaking all over; my hands were trembling uncontrollably. Hermione put her arm around me, but I quickly moved it off my shoulder. I didn't need anyone's pity.

"You, Harry Potter, have no idea what she is capable of," Scrimgeour said.

"I think you're wrong about that," he said smugly. "She's learned seven plus years of magic in less than five weeks. She's a more advance witch then Hermione and I combined. I think it's you that has no idea what she is capable of."

If I wasn't so unsure how Harry felt about me I would have gone up and hugged him. Harry and Scrimgeour were glaring absorbedly at each other. Hermione, who I just remembered was in the room, went over to Harry and whispered something in his ear.

"Okay everybody," I began. "Lets get back to the real reason were here in the first place." I took in a deep breath trying to find the right words to say all the many things that needed to be said.

"Like I said, I'm not going to Hogwarts. I do have other things that I need to do instead. And yes, they do have to do with my parents. I'm going to search around for them down. I don't know what I'll do when I find them; all I know is that I need to find them. You can't deny me that privilege, the privilege of seeing my parents." I had said all that I needed to say for now. No words in the English language could describe everything in my mind.

"Fine, but you need someone to come with you. I mean, after we've spent so much time watching over you, do you think we'd just let you out of our sight? No, you must be accompanied by someone…" Scrimgeour said trailing off.

I was in deep thought now. How was I supposed to go with someone? They wouldn't understand what all this meant. No one knew how much I needed to discover who I was for myself. It was not something you could do with someone with you, it should be something done on your own. If I ran away would he be able to find me? Maybe I could just jump find my way around… on my own… I guess I do need someone with me, just not anybody. I wouldn't be able to find my way around on my own.

"I won't go with just anyone," I whispered slowly.

"Well, who do you suggest then?" Scrimgeour asked.

I knew who I would want, but not anyone who would be willing. Everyone I knew would have their own agenda, that I wasn't apart of. I just shrugged my shoulders looking down. It was hard enough being alone, but when you realized that didn't even have a family to count on, it was so hard that you could barely breathe.

I wished that someone would come to mind. Someone needed to come to mind or I would be stuck in this room forever, hoping for someone to save me from being so alone. I looked over at Hermione who seemed to be in profound thought, too. Then I looked at Harry. He was reading that journal again. His features were bunched up as if he was in endless thought.

The whole room was silent. You couldn't even hear anyone breathing. I felt like giving up. I mean, why bother searching for someone who's not there, nor will ever be there.

"Minister," I said, my voice weak from so much crying. "I don't know anyone… I'll just go home now…" I started to get up off from the ground. Then Harry's voice boomed through the room, and I fell down from shock.

"Minister, I'll be going with her."