When I stepped out of the Phone Booth, I heard a woman scream. Then everyone stopped moving, turning to stare at me.

"Hi." I said, waving my hand. "I'm back, I guess?"

Then a large number of Aurors ran into the room and tried to stun me. I shouted "Protego!" and all of the spells missed me. "Honestly, I spend seventeen years as Voldemort's prisoner, and this is the reception I get?" I was more than a little tired at this point, and I glared at them before saying "I wish to speak with the current Minister of Magic and the current Headmaster of Hogwarts. I have vital information concerning the followers of Voldemort."

After a few hours, both Headmaster Dumbledore and Minister Fudge arrived and I told them everything I possibly could about my seventeen years as Voldemort's prisoner. Once I was done, I sat back in the chair I had been brought with a sigh, saying "I only hope that he will never return." I looked at both the Headmaster and the Minister before saying "I will notify Professor Dumbledore on a weekly basis of my whereabouts. Voldemort has a fixation with me, and I don't know why. If I disappear, then start looking for his return. Because he hinted that it took a lot to kill him, and I think it is because he has made multiple Horcruxes. If I am right, which I hope I am wrong, he will be very difficult to kill. I just worry, because if I am right, then the generation that has been born over the past few years will be forced to fight again, and I fear that we may not win."

I rose from my chair, and left the room, making my way to the Auror's Offices. Once I arrived, I asked one of the disguise witches to fix me up, since I had definitely seen better days. After that, I was allowed to take what I had left with the Auror's Office that day seventeen years prior. It was all there, the key to my house, which I'd bought when I graduated from Hogwarts, my key at Gringotts, and the keys to my car.

I walked up to Scrigemour, a man who knew me from our days before my disappearance and said "Where's my Ford Angela?"

"I think Weasley has it in storage."

I cursed quietly to myself as I walked over to where I could view the map and found Arthur Weasley's office. Once I arrived, I asked him "Where is she?"

"Who?" he replied, looking at me as if I was a madwitch.

"My Ford Angela. Where is she?"

"She's at the Burrow. And I bought her from the Ministry seven years ago. They sold almost everything they could of yours to help pay for the fight against You-Know-Who."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. We didn't know that you were alive."

"Of all the Bull!... Ok, NOW I have a reason to yell at Fudge, Damn him to hell and beyond, I am mad now." I left Weasley in a state of confusion, and stormed off to find the Minister.

Once I made it to his office, I stormed in and yelled at him "YOU COULDN'T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THE THREAT WAS OVER TO SEE IF I'D RETURN, COULD YOU? YOU UTTER IDIOT! I SPENT SEVENTEEN YEARS AS VOLDEMORT'S PRISONER, AND YOU SELL MY CAR! MY FORD ANGELA, AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE! AND APPARENTLY I AM NO LONGER A MEBER OF THE MINISTRY, SO I HAVE NO MONEY! DID YOU RAID MY VAULT TOO?"

"Yes." Fudge seemed to be afraid of me because of my anger and the fact that my hair, according to him at a much later date, started to float and crackle with magic.

"Well then, I expect every bit of money you raised from selling everything I own to be paid back with interest of fifteen percent along with the money you borrowed from my accounts. If you don't, I will cause your administration so much hell, that you will wish that you never touched my possessions."

Needless to say, all of the money returned, and I became a well known author and the highest authority on both wandless magic and Voldemort. I was consulted for multiple books on the apparently dead man that held me captive for almost two decades.

Then, the summer before the TriWizard Tournament began, I had a vision of his return. And nobody listened. Nobody cared about the Woman Who Survived anymore.