The cool October air chilled her as she walked slowly down the deserted dirt road that led farther and farther away from the place she was forced to call home. Home? Yeah right. It was a nightmare. Her loving father had disappeared the night before her sixth birthday. She knew there had to be more to it, but no one would tell her anything. She was placed at an orphanage for two years. The only reason she wasn't there now was because of Rita Skeeter, a young journalist for some foreign newspaper. Ever since they moved into Applebury Springs life had gone done the tubes. Whenever the social workers were around she was treated like royalty, but when they left it was back to Cinderella, except no evil stepsisters. It had been eleven years to the day her dad left. Eleven years she had been kept in the dark. Eleven years she hadn't known her father. She was seventeen now though, old enough to turn her back on Rita, turn her back on Applebury, and turn her back on this life. And that was exactly what she planned to do. She carried a small knapsack with her, only food packed inside. She was so wrapped up in memories; she didn't see the three people coming down the way.

"Over here! There's someone coming!" Someone said, consumed in the darkness.

"Yeah, all right. I'm here." Another voice came from somewhere left of the first one.

"Wow, there's actually someone there this time." The voice said again.

"Look Ronald, just because I got it wrong one time, doesn't mean I'm a blundering idiot! So just shove it up your-" but the thought got interrupted by another voice

"Guys look at the tracker!" A glowing blue light appeared into the oncoming darkness.

"She's got his DNA!" the first voice exclaimed.

"But…how?" the second voice asked.

"I…don't know." The first voice said, defeated.

"It could be just a coincidence. I mean, you never know." The third voice said, confused.

She ran at the voices angrily. "So are you going to continue having your little conversation or are you going to tell me what you're talking about?" She snapped.

At this point, the third person, whom she now saw had glasses, grabbed her and covered her mouth.

"Shhh!" the first person said.

They crouched down in the grass as they saw a man in a huge black cloak and a skull mask. "Who is tha-" but once again a hand cut her off around the mouth. "Harry you have to use…you know." She looked suspiciously at her. "I know." After that, all she remembered was darkness.

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"I don't know, sometime soon, hopefully. You say she fainted?"

"Yes. We saw someone walking towards us, and she blacked out." A girl said in front of her somewhere.

"Ah, yes, I see. Well that will be all from me. Good luck with your friend there."

"Will do. Thank you nurse!" the girl said as the nurse walked out.

"Where am I?" she asked, fully waking up

"Hospital." Said a boy with red hair. He was flipping through a magazine called 'Which Broomstick', eating what looked like a chocolate-covered frog.

"You blacked out back by the road." Another boy with black hair told her.

He went over to join his friend, casually commenting on the brooms.

"Yes well… who are you?" she asked suddenly.

"Well I'm Harry Potter, this is Ron Weasley, and that girl over there is Hermione Granger." Ron was the red-haired boy, and Harry was the one with glasses.

"Alright then. What were you talking about back there? She's got his DNA stuff." She asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing. Just a stupid project." Harry replied quickly.

"Well okay." She said slowly, as though not sure of herself.

"Sorry for putting you in so much danger. That man you saw, he wanted Harry. He has been…looking for him for quite some time." Hermione said warmly to the strange girl.

"Oh it's fine. That's the most action I've been a part of in eleven years." She said thankfully.

"I like her. We almost get her trampled by a DE and she thanks us. She's like you long-lost twin or something." Ron said to Harry.

Sister maybe, but not twin. She had long sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Though her teeth were a bit crooked, she had a perfect smile.

A smile that looks awful familiar…Thought Harry.

"Well we really must be off. Hey, I didn't catch your name." Harry said, getting untangled from his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. All that drama made me forget. It's Serenity. Serenity Lupin."

AN: This is a greatly revised version, as are all of the other chapters. I separated my quotes, Moony!