Chapter 2: Bye, used-to-be-sorta mom!

This is a tough decision, I pondered (boy have I been watching too much Pinky& the Brain), On the one hand, I don't even know where this school is; though from McGonagall's accent, I assume Britain or somewhere close to there. On the other hand, going there might help me find my birth family, get away from Joey, and I might even be able to make friends. Well, it seems that the pros out way the cons…

"Sure." I responded quietly to the witch's question. It looked like she almost smiled at my response, though from the looks of her that seems the closest thing she ever does to smiling.

My sorta-mom (that's what I'm gonna call her in my head now) didn't seem to be taking it very well. She was shaking with the effort not to cry. She seemed to be gathering the strength to say something.

"You…you…"she took another steadying breath, "You ungrateful little brat!"

Everyone's eyes widened and Joey's jaw hit the floor, I was frozen to the spot not believing what I was hearing.

She continued, "We fed you, clothed you, LOVED you, and took you in in the first place! And you repay us by abandoning us for this heathen?"

She was pointing at McGonagall. Before McGonagall could reply furiously, I replied for her my face reddening with rage.

"She's the only one who's been straight with me from the start! Or have you already forgotten what I said a few minutes ago: you lied to me for my entire life! That is messed up in so many ways I can't even count! Also, about this heathen nonsense; just because she's a witch doesn't make her evil. In fact, she seems to be pretty cool!"

The professor looked thoroughly shocked at me defending her having only met her minutes ago, yet thankful all the same. My sorta-mom was a different story; she looked pale yet perfectly calm with a cold look in her eyes I had never seen before.

"Get out." She said.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"What?"

"Get. Out." She growled. "Grab some clothes and never return. You obviously don't need us anymore."

"But….I'm only 11." I was barely able to say.

"….and? Use your pagan 'magic' to make you a house!" My sorta-mom sneered.

McGonagall's face was white with rage and I couldn't even see her lips for how much they thinned.

"I cannot believe you would kick a child out to live on the streets! You call yourself a mother! I can't see how she deserves to be treated in such a matter I-"

I cut her off.

"It's fine, I'll just—go get my stuff." I said, trying to sound as though my world wasn't crashing down. I calmly walked up the stairs and started gathering my clothes. I packed 6 of my favorite band and video game t-shirts and I snuck out one of joey's Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirts (he was gonna miss that later, haha). Then I packed 7 pairs of skinny jeans of varying degrees of distress and my underthings and socks. I was wearing my favorite black and purple plaid converse. I put on my dark gray hoodie, figuring that Britain was pretty cold. Crap! I almost forgot my contacts and solution! I thought running back to get them. And my Kindle! With one last look at my room, I sighed and walked back downstairs carrying all of my possessions in my Sailor Moon backpack. McGonagall and my used-to-be-sorta mom were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Are we going?" I asked McGonagall with almost all the nerve I had left.

"Certainly." She said looking slightly worried at my tone.

"Bye, used-to-be-sorta mom!" I said and walked out of the door. McGonagall's lips quirked at that as she followed me out. Yep, there was the last of it. My nerve. I thought. And then when we were a block away, I broke down. "What'm I gonna do?" I kept howling. McGonagall tried to comfort me but looked like she never had had much practice in such things. Eventually my crying stopped and I hiccupped myself into silence. McGonagall still looked worried but also slightly relieved that I had stopped wailing like a banshee (I wonder if those are real…hmmm…).

"Sorry, I just had to let that out. Where are we going?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"It is quite alright, and we are going to Diagon Alley." She replied.

"Where's—"

"You'll see." She said with the first full-out smile I had ever seen on her face.

(A/N: Dude, I'm sorry ya'll! I totally meant to upload earlier but then I had to type two long and tedious papers and then Thanksgiving happened….I've just now awakened from the food coma . Also, I didn't mean for this chapter to turn out this way but the characters have minds of their own. Don't worry; I will try to keep the drama down to minimum for a while. One last thing, I don't own Harry Potter, I am a poor collegian.

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