A/N: Im trying to update weekly, so bare with me. If I get lots of reviews every chapter though, I may start updating every 2 days! :D Wouldn't that be fun?

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The next morning would find Belinda in a graveyard, her body pale from the cold, her face red and blotchy, her breathing shallow and her hospital gown caked in dirt, mud, blood, tears and rain. Her arm held a large cut on it where she had slipped and torn it open. It wasn't that bad, and a simple spell had healed it but splashed of blood had dripped onto her dress before hand. The warming charm had worn off some time during the night, but her pain had made her numb from all other feeling. her eyes fluttered open, and a soft yawn fell from her lips as she stretched out her body and sat up.

She lifted a hand to her hair, feeling the matted and tangled mess above her. She felt other objects within it, and began to pull out twigs, leaves and sticks. A passing child and mother pointed at her, and with a disgusted look the mother hurried her son away, whilst he ogled at her. She realised she must look a physcho, with her hair all messy, her clothes covered in dirt and she had slept in a graveyard. She couldn't remember much of what she'd done last night, it was all a screaming and broken mess. She did remember running to the grave yard early in the morning, but she had not been able to locate her parents graves. She remembered a feeling of intense pain and heart-break before she presumed that she had fallen asleep.

She had slept dreamlessly - thank goodness - but now all of her pain, worries and suffering came rushing back to her and her head began to throb repeatedly. She groaned and drew her knees up to her chest so that she could wrap her arms around them and bury her head on her kneecaps. She felt as if she had cried herself out yesterday, and that seemed to be the case. Wave upon wave of fear and other negative emotions crashed over her, consuming her. The major one was all that she had lost in the space of a few hours. She had lost her friends, she had lost her family, she had lost 3 years of her life. Her head snapped up as she remembered her friends, which led her to something else.

George.

Belinda had made her mind up, for she had nothing else to live for other than this. Now that she had lost her family, she felt as if she were an empty shell but with the prospect of perhaps still having her friends, she felt better. Time heals all wounds, she told herself. She also wanted to see George, tell him that she had met Fred and spoke with him and that Fred loved him. She also wanted to tell him that Fred had said it was not her fault, and why George had blamed her. The guilt welled up in her, but she reminded herself it was NOT her fault. Perhaps a little, but George did not have a right to go off his nut at her... right?

She shook her head and stood up, about to twist away to the Burrow when she realised she looked a mess. Hesitantly, her eyes trailed down the street to where her house was, and without feeling anything or even commanding them to do so, her legs carried her over there after forcing her into a standing position. She began to panic, willing the movement to stop but it seemed that her legs had a mind of their own and they continued to drag her across the road. She arrived right outside the house, staring at the door. Her entire body had a mind of her own, as her arm raised itself and her hand turned the knob. The carnage within the house looked much worse in the early morning than it had in the dark. She could see every scratch, every slash of blood on the wall illuminated by the morning glow.

It was all her fault, she told herself. If she had taken more precautions to protect them like Hermione had, they would still be alive. Sure, they may not remember her but at least they would've been safe, happy and well. She could only imagine the fear within them as a wizard turned up and made an attempt to murder then. She knew that Lucius Malfoy had been described to be very... interesting with his methods of killing his victims. It was what he did to gain his Lord's appreciation. It confused her as to why Lucius would even do this, when clearly the Dark Lord had fallen as she had been informed by St. Mungo's. Perhaps another Death Eater had forced him to do it with an un-forgivable.

By now she had made her way through the house and to her room, where her body handed back control. In slow, hesitant movements she walked inside and looked around at the perfect conditions of her room. This confused her even more, and as she made her way to her cupboard she noticed something. Her wall had a hole in it, not a small hole but one at the bottom that resembled the entrance to the tunnel. She presumed that in the darkness she had not noticed it, but now she did. She turned her eyes away as tears slid down her cheeks, and she grabbed some clothes before hurrying to the bathroom and gagging at the sight of the bloodied floor. She pointed her wand shakily at it and hissed a 'Scourgify', watching as everything cleaned itself. She walked over to the shower and turned the tap, relieved when water came gushing out. It was luke-warm and would not heat more than that, but as she washed herself quickly and used the brush in the cabinet to un-mat her hair she felt it was good enough. After she had dressed in a familiar grey jumper with a pair of blue shorts, she slipped her feet into her sneakers and made her way away from the house, away from her past.

She had to know more.

~o~o

St. Mungo's was in full panic mode all night. For the first time in 50 years, a patient had escaped. The girl responsible for locking the windows, Belinda's carer Juliette, was fired demoted to a back-up healer for this mess up. Juliette's shoulders were slumped as she walked around, cursing at Belinda and cursing at herself. If Belinda had known she would ruin everything Juliette had worked for, she most likely wouldn't've have left but there was nothing that Belinda nor anyone could do now. Juliette winced as she remembered the events of her demotion.

"WHO LEFT THE WINDOW OPEN?" The head healer had screamed, his eyes scanning the group of people before they zoned in on the shameful looking Juliette who's hand slowly made its way into the air. "YOU LEFT THE WINDOW OPEN AND LET A PATIENT ESCAPE? NOT JUST ANY PATIENT, BUT ONE THAT HAS BEEN IN A COMA FOR 3 YEARS!" The healer continued to yell, before he took a deep breath and calmed himself, motioning Juliette towards him. "Come here now girl. Juliette, isn't it? Yes, are you aware of Belinda's situation? She is emotionally un-stable, and once she escapes she will find out about the deaths! Did you THINK of that before you left the window open? She has been in an un-stable position for the past 3 YEARS, and you have let her ESCAPE! This could be the end of us if she gets hurt, do you understand? You've been demoted to back-up healer! Be lucky we didn't FIRE you!" He then dismissed them.

Juliette rested her head against the wall, letting her own selfish worries drift away from her mind as she pictured Belinda, dead due to her un-stable health at the moment. Dead, lying by her parent's home. Dead, and it was all her fault. She had given the girl the chance to escape, and of course she had been keen to get away. She'd missed 3 years of her life, and she probably wanted to find out what her family and friends were up too. "Fool." She hissed to herself, a tear sliding down her cheek. She had failed St. Mungo's, she had failed Belinda, and she had failed herself.

~o~o

Belinda's legs shook violently as she moved through the Leaky Cauldron, struggled to remember how to get into Diagon Alley and made her way down the street. She kept her eyes down the moment she entered, scared and excited. Scared, for if Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes wasn't there it meant something bad, and excited for if it was. Finally, she saw the stoned path branch out two directions, and she looked up at the tallest building in Diagon Alley. Her eyes lit up as she saw it, and every fibre of her being burned with hope. She was foolish for this hope, she would later realise, but the hope flashed through her nonetheless. With a wide smile, she pushed herself forwards the last few paces.

Many soppy scenes appeared in her head.

Belinda pushed open the door and stepped inside, a casual look resting on her features as she pushed her sunglasses down so she could see out them. People filled the store to the brim, and the same happy feeling filled her. Children laughed, adults smiled, people squealed as they examined the various objects. The lights shone brightly, the different items were magnificent, and girls crowded around the love potions and smiled at boys that paused to look at them as they did so. That happy feeling, it filled her up and made her smile as she looked to the front counter. There he was, the man of her dreams, George Weasley. He looked up at her as she walked in and his mouth popped open. The world seemed to slow down as he jumped over the counter and ran for her, people parting as he did so. He collected her in his arms and pressed a sweet kiss on her lips that made her heart swell. Tears of joy leaked from both of their eyes as they drank in the feeling and aroma of one another.

Belinda almost laughed as that scene played out in her head, and she wished she had some sunglasses. As she neared the door, she looked up at the over-cast day and decided it would be strange to wear sunglasses on a day like this. She decided to go with a casual look, as if she had not been missing for 3 years. She shoved her hands into her pockets and a lazy smile sprawled across her face as she leant against the door and felt it open at her weight. She walked through sideways, and her head turned ready to meet the sight she had imagined.

A/N: I am seriously just making this up as I go along. I did have it all planned, but I didn't like it so I was all like STUFF THAT and threw the document into le trash~ I joke, I still have it and im following it but i've added twists to make the story longer, more dramatic, and more on-the-edge-of-your-seat-ish. Cause at the moment, NONE of you know whats going to happen. NOPE, not even YOU, Zoe, even though you THINK I told you the plot, I was joking. I thought it would make you more relieved when you read it. Im not even sure if you read this A/N, but that would just be even more LOL. I expect an angry e-mail later. xD

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