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Cassiopia Malfoy
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This chapter is dedicated to Senorita Maxie, one of the best fanfic writers out there.

Chapter Five: Shattered

Shattered, the one word to describe my life, my heart and my window if you want to add that as well, I glanced down at the broken glass which the light from the moon reflected off of, draping the walls in the simple room with a beautiful light, though it's beauty did not move my stone cold heart from it's place in my chest, it did not affect me. I had one chance to escape, and I was not about to ruin it with the simplicity of beauty that I could see any time I wanted to, I needed to escape this living nightmare of a life that lay before me, I needed to leave this place more then I needed anything else in the world, excluding love.

I tossed my duffel bag out the window, which I could have easily have moved if it had not been for the complex spells and wards on it to keep me in, so, I accidentally threw Hogwarts A History at it, big book, yet since the Silencio charm had been cast millions of times in my room to keep my wails and my complaining confined in here from when I was a infant and a child it made no sound, and now, I would escape this place, I deserved a chance to live normally, not shut up in a tower like Rapunzel, besides, my hair wasn't anywhere near long enough.

I snorted out my mental joke and began to climb out my window avoiding the sharp points of glass sticking up.” Thank you Bathilda.” I murmured to the book that lay so innocently on the ground littered in shards of glass, grabbed my book and ran south, or what I thought was south, my parents never let me own a compass, they left me in my tower with millions of books and no wand, so, that was my first stop, well second actually, I had to go to Gringotts to get money out of my family vault, unless they removed my name from the eligible heirs, knowing them, they did. But still it was worth a try.

I, Nimueh Vivienne Black, have just successfully escaped from Black tower, imprisoned there by my parents and my grandmother, my grandfather apparently was one of the Dark Lord's greatest servants, until, he became weak, I doubt it. Black's are not weak, I have reason to suspect that Regulus Black realized that what he was doing was wrong and tried to kill the Dark Lord, ha, but that is only my theory. I've come to realize over the years, that there is a difference, a very big difference between theories and reality, and I've been called a theorist instead of a realist.

~End of flashback~

“ Nimueh!” A sudden shout surprised me, who here, in Diagon Alley knew me? I turned around slowly and was incredibly shocked at who I saw.

“ What are you doing here?” I gasped, still in a slight state of shock.

“ I'd ask you the same question, how in the name of Merlin did you escape your blasted parents?” James Potter grinned cockily at me.

“ I threw Hogwarts A History at my window in anger.” I laughed slightly, remembering James and mine chance encounter involving a niffler, several wrackspurts and a crazy hag. Ah yes, that is certainly what someone would call a tall tale.

“ Ah, that book works wonders, I would know, it made me smarter.” James joked, I recall him telling me about when his maniac cousin hit him on the head one to many times with that “oh so precious book of hers” as he called it.

“ Uh huh, of course it does. By the way, what are you doing here?” I repeated the question again, I didn't care much if people ignored my questions, I was used to it by now.

“ Oh yea, that.. I was supposed to be visiting and helping my uncle George, but I ran into-” I cut him off knowing where this was going.

“ Lena.” I smirked, he blinked and then nodded.” So, where is Lena now?”

“ Uh, she had to check in to Madam Malkins for something so I'm on my way back to, hey you want to check out Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?!” James suddenly suggested.

“ Sure! It sounds like a cool place.” I've always heard of it, never been there. Because well, I never got to leave the tower.

“ Right this way milady.” I knew he was joking, but still, James can be annoying. Rolling my eyes I followed him until we arrived at number ninety-three, Diagon Alley.

My mouth fell open like it was on a loose hinge, it was a tall building with long windows and the painting of a young man grinning with the brightest red hair hung right above the door, and beneath it, in the small space between the portrait and the door was a golden plaque with silver writing that read, Fred Gideon Weasley, former owner of W.W.W.

“ Is that.. Is that your dead uncle?” I barely managed to say, it was a amazing sight, the store and all, but what really interested me was the portrait.

“ Yep, now let's go in.” James looked a little uncomfortable with the talk about him, probably because he never knew Fred. The two of us walked in to the store and immediately James disappeared leaving me all alone, but I really didn't mind.

Walking through the store was, was a adventure.. It was simply awesome! They had all sorts of sweets, even a few invisibility hats and other stuff, I was almost laughing at everything I saw, then I came across the girly area, and was then sitting on the floor laughing so hard I was crying. Yea, weird things like this have strange affects on me.

“ Excuse me miss, are you alright?” A young girl, I'd place her around fourteen, with long straight red hair asked me, she probably worked here, and was probably family.

“ Yes.. No.. No idea.” I said through my laughter.

“ Ugh! It's Lily!” I heard a boy, who had semi long black hair say.

“ Ugh! It's Septimus!” She spat at him turning back to face me.” Um, I'm Lily, Lily Potter.”

“ Nimueh Black, or Nim for short.” I smiled at her standing up and shaking her hand.” You wouldn't happen to be related to James Potter, would you?”

“ I.. Yes, he's my brother, unless your talking about the dead.. That one's my grandfather.” Lily trailed off for a moment.” Er, what did you find so funny?”

“ The huge selection of love potions, and the anti-wrackspurt spray which is hot pink.” I smiled at her.

“ Oh.. Yea.” Before Lily could say anything else, James re-arrived.

“ Hey Nim, why are you.. Lil!” He looked a little surprised seeing his sister.

“ James.” She smiled stiffly.” Um, I've got to go, uncle George wants me.” She quickly left.

“ What.. Why, why don't you and your sister get along?” I was definitely curious.

“ We haven't talked, um, at all really. Since our parents died.” James said, staring at his feet I resisted slapping the git and just returned to shopping..

Floating, in the distance.
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