9By: Timra
A/N: Ok this is going to be a slightly different HP fan fic; I don't think I'll use Rowling's characters so much, but maybe... I haven't decided yet. And oh yeah I'll probably switch the writing stile every now and then so you see thing through different perspectives, so sometimes it'll be first person and sometimes third.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter and Co. Lets put it this way; everyone you recognize, (the names, places) I do not own but the rest are mine.
I could clearly here them through the open door; isn't it strange how grownups some times think that those who are younger don't have ears and therefore don't understand what is said about them, anyway on with the story. As I said I could clearly hear them and what they said wasn't encouraging:
"I don't know what the hell we should do with this kid! She is hopeless! How many families haven't we placed her in, how many? And she continues..."
"I know Officer Ace but she's had a hard time too..."
The sound of a fist hitting the table came about here;" I don't give a damn! She's going to the orphanage I've had enough!"
"But..."
"No buts she's going to the orphanage even if she likes it or not..."
By now I had had enough, I couldn't just remain sitting and waiting for them to remember me; without thinking more about it I burst through the door.
" I'm not going to the orphanage. I don't need a family; I can take care of myself" I spat at them.
Assistant Molly Fenton rose from the chair she'd been sitting on; Marissa she started.
"Don't you Marissa me its Ms. Faulkner too you"
"Well then Ms. Marissa Faulkner. Get your rear in gear your going back missy, yes your going back"
A younger policeman suddenly burst through the door and rushed into Ace,
"Watch were you're going..."
"I'm sorry sir but this just came in and the Captain ordered me to give it to you without further ado, it concerns the girl" he continued with a quick fearful glance at me.
I couldn't blame him for doing so; I had tried my very best to make life a living hell for all the persons working on the Police station and at the Social, including Social assistant Molly Fenton, who was the one in charge of my "case" And I guess they in the beginning at least had tried to give me a fair chance to prove that I was something else than the freak I looked like. I wasn't that I didn't want a family of my own, but hey you get disillusioned. I had when it came to this drastic point been placed in 12 families; and after having been accused of what ever went wrong in the house and if something missed that was of course I who had stolen it; they never, even once, came too think of that it might bee there own 'ittle, bitty sweet children who had done it to make me in trouble.
There are two basic ways a child falls back on when treated like she's the bearer of a deadly disease and every bad thing that has ever happened, counting from the great flood, you know Noah' arc, and up till present; happened because of you. The first thing they can do is to become very shy and never speak a word the other thing is the opposite; they can become aggressive and because they are always accused of being bad they start doing bad things, playing pranks on every one they meet, and that you could say is what I did.
Well that's another story, suddenly Police officer Ace Thornby called out; it seemed he had been speaking too me while I made the journey back in my mind, with the result that I hadn't listened to what he said.
"Are you listening to me young lady!"
Because I hadn't I simply turned my head towards him and smiled. This seemed to make him even angrier.
"Listen here you young twit... your lucky there is even someone left who wants to take care of you and", he said and looked at me from toes to head, "I can't imagine why anyone wants to."
"So" I spat back at him; "I have no desire to go to a new family, I can take care of myself."
"Marissa please think dear child," the social assistant Molly said in a soft voice, "you're only 17 years old you can't take care of yourself, you need someone to take care of you and look after you."
When I just shrugged she finally lost her temper:
"Now listen Marissa this is your last chance, there will be no more of this nonsense, you are going to this woman even if you like it or not."
"Woman? "I couldn't stop myself from asking even though I had sworn to never talk with someone if that someone used my real name. "All the times before I'd been put in a family"
"Yes a woman and her name is... "Ace turned and looked in some papers the younger policeman had given him before...Maryland Tonks.
A/N: now how was that for a cliffhanger? Please review my story I would be so really, really happy if you did.