here's chapter 3!

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Disclaimer: (forgot to put it in the other chapters) Just so ya know, I do not own Harry Potter, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, or any of the HP universe. I am NOT JK Rowling. however, Penelope, Libby and Roland are MINE. Glad we cleared that up.

On with the story. (:

Chapter 3: Missing

Penelope observed the other passengers waiting for the Tube. A cluster of businessmen were drinking their Starbucks and there was a couple with their suitcases- presumably going to Heathrow. It wasn't a very busy morning at the Totteridge and Whetstone station.

Penelope took the Northern line, along with all the other passengers and sat down on the first free seat she saw. She took out her Agatha Christie and started reading.

Woodside Park, West Finchley, Finchley Central, East Finchley, Highgate, Archway...

Leicester Square.

Penelope jumped up and stuffed her novel into her rucksack, and sprinted onto the platform. She then followed the blue Piccadilly -signs until she reached the appropriate platform.

3 minutes until the next train, read the digital overhead sign.

Penelope sighed and lowered her gaze, taking in her surroundings. There was the couple again, they'd need the Piccadilly for Heathrow, that's right. A couple of early workers, some students who, like her, were going to school, nothing out of the ordinary. Then Penelope turned her head to study her left side.

Oh, no.

Not them.

A rush of blood swarmed to her head, and she felt like the air was sucked from her lungs.

The cloaked men again. Seriously, what had she done to upset them? Was it because she was a witch? Her mother had said something about keeping her safe. And Roland had replied that they'd found her...who had?

The girl quickly turned away and tried to act normal, but couldn't help feeling nervous although the station was quite populated.

When the Tube arrived, she got in and tried to sit next to the Heathrow couple again.

But the men didn't enter.

Penelope didn't look back.

"I'm home!" cired Penelope, as she flung her schoolbag onto the sofa and pulled off her shoes.

No one replied.

"Mum? Mr. Abbott?"

She walked into the kitchen, preoccupied. Libby never left like this, without notice. That was when she saw the note, written in a familiar calligraphic cursive.

Honey, I had to go with Roland. There's been a slight problem… I don't know when I'll be back. I'm sorry that I have no time to explain. I've packed your suitcase and a snack. Go to the place I have indicated on the other sheet of paper underneath this one. I also packed some books about the magical world for you. Love you darling, Libby.

P.S. Your letter from Hogwarts is also enclosed. I have already contacted them to tell them that you will be going. Good luck, my love. Make me proud.

Penelope grabbed the enclosed envelope and piece of paper, went into her bedroom and collected the small suitcase as well as the rucksack that had been packed for her. She then went up to her mother's room and took around 200 pounds from Libby's safe. Who knew how much she'd need. Then she noticed a small envelope, without an address. Curiously, she opened it, her mischievous side taking dominance, as usual.

16th of November, 1981

Dearest Libby,

We haven't heard from you in so long! I was starting to get worried. After our last year at Hogwarts, well, a lot of things have changed. I'm not sure if you know this, but James and Lily have been killed by You-Know-Who. Their son, Harry, survived though. Last time we talked, you were pregnant. Have you had the baby yet, Lib? Does it take after its lonely father?

Padfoot has been arrested for the murder of 13 muggles and Peter Pettigrew. I just can't believe it! I mean, he and James drove Snape crazy, but I never thought he'd be able to kill… well, only for the ones he really loved I guess. I'm sure these news are –well, hell for you. I know what your relationship with him was like, and you know how close I was to him too. And you know? Despite of it all, I do miss him. I could use a good laugh right now.

Anyhow, I am in hiding, as you are too. I know that the war's over, but society still holds a grudge against werewolves. However, your owl will probably find me. I truly do miss you, Libby.

Love always,

Moony Lupin.

P.S. Could you send me a picture of the baby?

Once she had read the letter thoroughly six times, she put it into her rucksack, wondering who Moony Lupin could be. Obviously, Moony was a nickname… but for whom?

She left the house, locking the door behind her and directed herself to the Underground Station.

Only once she was on the Tube did she take out her Tube Map to check the stations as well as study the piece of paper she held in her hand. It read:

Go to:

The Leaky Cauldron

Charing Cross Road

London

Ask for Nymphadora Tonks. She'll help you.