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I just finished writing this, so it is a bit of a rush. I didnt want to go another day without updating. So yes, that is basically all.

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Chapter 10

The sun was just coming up when I woke up. I was a little freaked out when I saw that Albus and I were sleeping on the floor, in the middle of a forest. It took me a few moments to remember the night before. I looked over Albus to where his glossy broom laid and reminisced about my first time flying, the feeling, excitement and joy in it. It was after that that I remembered about the letter and my running away plan.

Panic filled me!

The letter!

I turned to Albus and tried to wake him.

Poke. Nothing.

I tried again, a little harder.

Poke.

Nothing again.

I swore, getting a little impatient ,I started poking repeatedly on the arm, going faster and faster.

He turned around, still a sleep.

I huffed.

He slept like a brick. I sighed and looked around, the broom catching my eye. I smiled evilly.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, " Albus, you need to get up now."

Nothing again.

Fine, hard way then, " Albus. If you do not wake up I will use your broom to sweep the dust infested floor."I screamed.

He jumped up.

"Not my broom!" He yelled, looking around frantically. He looked on the verge of a breakdown.

I laughed, boys and their brooms.

He turned to the noise and groaned, "Girls are evil. Threaten a man with his broom."

I rolled my eyes, " I know cruelty. Good morning to you to by the way."

He grinned, "Good morning."

He stretched and yawed, " So what's up with the rude awakening? Literally."

That reminded me.

"We need to go back immediately." I groaned, cursing that stupid letter.

"And why is that?" He asked confused.

" The letter is still in my room." I shrilled. Putting my hands to my head, how could I have been so stupid. We should have went home last night, not sleep out here, no matter how nice it was.

He got up and grabbed my hands, holding them to my side, looking at me with those piercing green eyes.

He still looked confused, " And?"

" Your mother comes to my room every morning to give me breakfast. She is going to see the letter and see that I left, then she will see that you are missing and the whole mother protectiveness will kick in causing her to panic and though I have only known your mom for a while, I know she will do anything when it comes to you." I was going into full panic drive now.

I looked at him, his mouth falling into a cute 'o' shape. Realization dawning.

" Well, then we better go. My mother and panic, not a very good combination."

He shook his head and walked over to where his broom was, picking it up, pulling me a long by the hand.

This time I didn't even hesitate to climb on the broom. Excitement pulsing through me again.

Fly time again.

I put my arms around his waist, " Let's see how fast this thing can go."

I knew he was grinning, "If you say so."

And then we were flying. But I mean like 'flying', flying. I shut my eyes out of instinct but opened them again quickly, realizing how stupid it was to close my eyes. If you are going to crash, it doesn't matter if your eyes are open or closed, it is still going to hurt like hell.

I laughed as the adrenalin kicked in again.

Passing through the forest at such speed was the best feeling ever, the morning air like ice against my bare feet and skin. The trees passing us in a blur. My long hair whipping my back with the force of the wind. Once we made it out of the forest the true light from the sun hit us, everything was so bright it hurt my eyes. I blink a couple of times, my eyes needing to adjust to the harsh light compared to the shadowed forest.

We flew straight to the front door, jumped off and ran through the house to th-alright -my room. Albus leading the way. We sprinted up the stairs and stop dead as we turned into the room. I didn't notice the noise we were making in our attempt to get there as fast as we could.

There they all were. Mr. and Mrs. Potter, James and Lily, all of them standing in my room. They turned around at our not-so-grand entrance. Both of us sweating, red, dirty, messy hair ,doubled over, clutching our sides, gasping for air. What a pretty sight we must look.

"Don't read that letter." I gasped, my hand shaking badly.

But it was already too late. There it was in the hand of Mr. Potter, I stared at them in shock.

Were they angry? Did they want me out? Do they hate me?

Pessimistic thoughts going through my mind.

A shocked and awkward silence fell upon all of us. Each of just staring at each other.

As the silence stretched, I started to wish I had rather left; I started to fiddle nervously avoiding eye contact with any of them, my feet interesting all of a sudden.

Pair of arms enclosed me; I looked up to see Lily hugging me. I smiled and hug her back. At least she wasn't that angry with me yet and then I heard a soft little sniff. I stared at her , my smile falling. That little sniff broke my heart. I was selfish, I knew that now. They trusted me, took me in, cared for me, befriended me and here I was leaving. Not saying good bye in person or speaking to them about it either, but rather telling them through a letter. I felt embarrassed, mortified, and ashamed. I was her friend and I was about to leave.

I tilted her chin up, making her look at me, "I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking."

I hugged her tightly, she whispered, " Obviously. I thought you liked it here."

My heart breaking, "I do. I promise you, I love it here."

I looked up at the rest of them, "I am so sorry."

They all looked at me; Mrs. Potter rushed forward and squeezed me. Mr. Potter and James doing the same, Albus being the last.

And I was going to leave this…

Once we all calmed down and let go of each other, Lily asked me the question that, though I know it was coming, I was still nervous to answer, "Why were you planning on leaving?"

I looked down feeling ashamed. I knew that they deserved an answer but still I don't like talking about my private thoughts to anyone, I sighed, Let's get it over and done with.

Be brave, I stared them all head on, "Because, though the reasons in the letter are part of it, they aren't all of them."

I swallowed.

Anytime this 'bravery' thing wanted to kick in, now would be nice, I thought to myself sarcastically.

I looked over at Albus who nodded, I breathed in.

"I was scared." My voice shaking.

James frowned, "For?"

I breathed in again, "I was scared that once I healed you would kick me out."

I looked at all their faces, I hurt their feelings.

"We would never do that." Mr. Potter said, I offended him.

"I know. And I was wrong of me to think that. You all are the nicest people I know and if you did you would tell me." I assured them.

"We would never kick you out." Mrs. Potter gasped as if it were the cruelest thing that could happen.

I shook my head, "I know and that was the other reason. If you didn't kick me out, I would be a charity child. You all gave me so much already that I would be forever sponging off you. And I don't want that, at all."

I looked around at all the confused faces, I sighed, " You see. I don't like feeling helpless, nor do I like relying on people. It makes me feel like I must be pitied, like I can't take care of myself. I feel so weak and from where I come from you cannot afford to be weak. I am in enough debt to all of you as it is. So yes, I should have spoken to you, but I couldn't and for that I am sorry."

"You wouldn't be in our debt." Mr. Potter said, his voice gentle but firm, "Everything we give you is yours; everything in this house is yours. We ask for nothing in return, you never have to pay us back for anything, not a cent or one hour of labor in your life. We do this because we care and believe it or not, but we do consider you family. Even if you have only been here for a short time. But I know that you won't just all of a sudden change your mind, so we will just have to come to an agreement that satisfies both of us."

I nodded, I could do that. Give what I have taken. Easy, but what?

Mrs. Potter stepped forward, "Now the rest of you, out." She pointed to the door, "Dad and I have to discuss something important with Aurora."

They pouted, "Can' we just stay, please?"

She raised her eyebrow threateningly; they all dashed for the door after that. So much for bravery.

Once there footsteps faded in the distance, Mr. and Mrs. Potter sighed in relief,

" I wouldn't be surprised if they are waiting outside the door ," Mrs. Potter sighed.

" Neither would I. "Mr. Potter agreed, then clapped his hands, "Anyway, Aurora take a seat."

I did as I was told, looking at them suspiciously.

Mrs. Potter chuckled, "We just have to discuss something with you, nothing entirely major, I swear,"

I smiled weakly, "Alright, what exactly?"

They both sat down on two chairs next to my bedside table and looked at each other.

Mr. Potter spoke up first, " Well, Mrs. Potter told me that you told her that you couldn't remember anything from your earlier years and I was wondering if you would like to find out. Do research in a way."

I stared at him, "If you are offering to help me find out about my family-"

He cut me of smiling, "That is exactly it."

I froze, my mind spinning . I could find out about my family. Mama, Papa and even my brothers. Where I lived, maybe someone might recognize me. Maybe I had a pet. A cat dog? Fish ? What does it matter. I didn't care anyway. I would find out and that meant the world.

I tackled him, hugging him.

"Thank you. Thank you." I cried.

He laughed and hugged me back. Once I had finally calmed down, though feeling lighted head, I went back to my seat.

" Anyway, where were we?" I asked, I could wipe this stupid smile of my face.

They smiled, "We will start that next week. You will have access to all information; obviously. You can even come with me if we have to do some field work."

I was shaking in my seat, "You have no idea how hard it is for me not to tackle to you again."

They laughed.

Mrs. Potter stuck her tong out at him, "You are probably right. I think he is getting a little old."

Mr. Potter spluttered, " But you are only a year younger than me."

Mrs. Potter smirked, "Yes, but girls don't get old, they get wiser."

I laughed. Good one.

Mr. Potter fake glared at her, "We will settle this later on."

She smirked again, "You're on, boldy."

We laughed, she had a sassy mouth on her.

He glared at her before moving on, "And there is one other thing that we would like to tell you."

Now they both were grinning like mad scientists.

I smiled too, could anything get any better.

Mrs. Potter said, "We are going to send you to Hogwarts."

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