I spent days like this, sitting on my bed trying to piece bits together. I was beginning to scare Mrs. Weasley, I think. I hadn't eaten either, no matter how often she left steaming food on my bedside table. I was too focused on my work. Every little connection was something closer to my father, though I hadn't gathered much information at all. I had been distracted by school and friends and…

Harry.

Harry would know how I felt, unlike any of the Weasleys. They haven't experienced real loss. Harry had lost both of his parents and had gone through terrible things, perhaps worse than what I had experienced.

I looked over at Ginny, sleeping peacefully on her bed. Surely she wouldn't wake if I were careful.

I slid my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet tingling from the movement. I changed into jeans and a lightweight shirt before slipping into my shoes. I swung my mokeskin pouch over my shoulder and grabbed my wand. I opened the window slowly, careful to conceal any creaking, and stepped backwards until I was by the bedroom door. I pulled my broom out of my pouch and glanced at Ginny, sound asleep and hugging her pillow.

"…cabbage is tasty…" she mumbled before snorting and rolling over.

I relaxed, realizing she was still asleep and pushed off of the ground, gliding clear through the window. I had done this before, last winter, out of my dorm window in the Gryffindor tower. I hadn't been so graceful, then.

Come to think of it, I wasn't being particularly wise at the moment, either. I pulled my wand out and cast the Bedazzling hex on my broom and myself. I felt comfort at the feel of cool water dripping down my back, notifying me that my spell was in effect. It was dark out now, but in a few hours the sun would rise and muggles would be on their way to work.

Muggles.

I'm even thinking British, now.

Harry lived East from here, that was certain. I knew he lived in Little Whinging, Surrey, but I never asked his address. It'll be enough, surely.

"Point me," I held my wand flat on my palm. It spun around and stopped due North. I turned my broom accordingly and leaned forward, kicking my ankles over the back of my broom and crossing them. The broom wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than sitting in the same position.

The sun rose, and the sky turned an alarming shade of pink. It was beautiful.

Then I remembered that muggles would be coming out soon. I pulled out my wand, "Point me." Well, I was going in the right direction. I had been on my broom for about two hours, going about sixty miles per hour. If I doubled my speed I would be there in maybe 20 minutes.

Perhaps, when I saw Harry, I would ask him about his parents. Surely he had similar feelings to mine, with his parents being murdered and all. I've never seen Voldemort, but maybe it was him who killed Mom.

I watched helplessly from the cupboard as she fell to the ground, twisting and turning in pain, as I could do nothing to stop it. Why couldn't she just give him what he wanted so he would leave? As she felt physical pain, I felt my own pain in my chest. It was as if I was the one being hurt.

He shouted at her, and suddenly she stopped moving all together. Cursing, he paced the room before going upstairs. When he was gone, I climbed out from hiding and ran to her side.

"Mommy, he's gone, let's go!" I whispered desperately, but she wouldn't move. I heard him cursing, storming down the stairs. I looked around, desperate for a place to hide. I ran to the corner and curled onto my knees behind the couch. I could hear him blasting through the kitchen, searching.

I gazed dreamily at my necklace, the sun's rays making the ruby sparkle. The sun was high in the sky, I was sure to be close, if not past, Little Whinging by now. I dove down and landed in an empty park. Surely it would be fine to start walking from here. No one would see, and if they did they would merely convince themselves they had been mistaken. After all, people can't be invisible.

I was about to lift the hex, but I realized I was not alone. There was a boy on the swings, and there were more coming. They seemed to be in a sort of pack, with a larger boy leading them.

"Hey Big D, beat up another ten year old?" Harry asked. Harry! He had cut his hair. I was so used to his long tousled black hair that I hadn't recognized him.

How am I to talk to him if these muggles are here? I moved closer, their faces in full focus now.

"This one deserved it," Dudley's face puffed up in defense. So this is his cousin. Harry had told me about his life at the Dursleys'. He never spoke ill of them directly, but he never hinted that he liked going there.

"Five against one? Very brave," Harry didn't have to tell me that he didn't like his cousin- it was obvious.

"Well, you're one to talk! Mumbling in your sleep every night- at least I'm not afraid of my pillow," his goons laughed with him. I snorted; they were revolting- the worst sort of people. "Don't kill Cedric! Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?"

"Shut up," Harry snapped. I clenched my fists, resisting the excited pulse from my wand. It was just screaming at me to curse the prat.

"He's going to kill me, Mum! Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter? Is she dead?" I lunged forward, swinging my fist at his face. I was surprised at my power, seeing that I had knocked him to the ground. Dudley's eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the hit. His friends helped him stand, only to flee once he was on his feet. Apparently, they were nothing without their leader.

Harry's laughter made me turn. Did he know it was me? I calmed myself, making sure I was composed (and that the muggles had left) before I risked reaching for my wand. I lifted the hex, revealing myself to Harry.

"Nice right hook," he noticed my necklace and grinned even wider. Let's not get cocky, now, Harry!

"Thanks," I beamed at the compliment. At that moment, looking into his green eyes, I felt almost as if the world was perfect and my problems had melted away. My fantasy, however, was shattered when storm clouds formed rapidly above us. I looked at the sky, and back to Harry. They were forming more rapidly than nature would allow- almost as if magic had caused it.

They reminded me of the storm in my dream.