A/N - okay I've been waiting to write this for months and I knew if I didn't start now I'd never write it. Read and review, let me know if you think its worth continuing. the name of this fic "All Alone" is just something i came up with in bed one night and will probobly change at some point but if anyone had anything they thought was better suited then im open to suggestions :)

Disclaimer: no matter how much I love Harry Potter unfortunately I don't own it.

Summary: He sat there and watched as the girl who seemed unbreakable, broke. The girl who always laughed, cried. The girl that never stopped trying, giving up. She dropped the fake smile she had been wearing all day and let that lone tear run down her cheek and whispered "I don't want to be like this anymore".

All Alone

Chapter 1

Waiting. She hated it. She was one of the most impatient people you will ever meet. But that is exactly what she as doing, and had been doing all night – waiting.

She sat on a tall stool at the kitchen worktop of this cold and seemingly empty house trying hopelessly to block out the screaming coming from upstairs. She clutched her mug of lukewarm coffee tightly and tried to imagine that she was anywhere but here… it never worked. Because every time she tried another blood curdling scream would sound from the top floor bringing her back to reality. Back to hell.

Opening her eyes she looked out of the kitchen window, it was raining; it always seemed to be raining these days. Tearing her gaze from the storm raging outside she looked around the kitchen she sat in at this ungodly hour. Dark, damp and dull, these were the first words that sprung to mind when she saw the room. It was a sort of refugee house set up for those who had lost everything in the war this last year. It was the bear minimum, just enough to survive on but it was better than nothing. The kitchen had a stove, a fridge and a sink. The living room had a couple of sofas and chairs with a big bay window out front looking out onto London. The entire building was 3 storeys high, the bottom 2 floors had 3 bedrooms and the top one had a large attic room, where the screaming was coming from.

She pulled her auburn hair into a lose bun at the base of her neck leaving a few stands to fall out and frame her face. She sighed loudly. This was not how things were supposed to have gone. Right now she should have been back in France, safe with her Grand-mère not sitting in a refugee house waiting for a new arrival who was now over an hour late.

Aurore Laurent, a 16 year old French witch ran her hands over her face and through her hair, silently closing her eyes as yet another pain induced scream ripped throughout the house. She hated this house, hated how depressed it made her feel, hated the fake smile she had to plaster on her face every morning for the young children, now orphans, when they woke up for the day so as not to upset them even more.

She was counting down the days until she could leave England, or what was left of it, leave this horrid house and return to France to her remaining family. But all that would have to wait until the Ministry made their way through the long list of people desperate to leave and be re-united with loved ones and set her up a portkey. She hated waiting.

Just as she was about to give up and head to bed there was a loud knock at the door. Sighing heavily again she got up from her stool and made her way to the front door. Opening it slowly she saw him dressed all in black and soaking wet from the storm. She might not have known who it was at first as he blended perfectly with the dark street but the pale skin and white blonde hair gave it away immediately.

"Malfoy, you are over an hour late, where have you been?" she spoke harshly not at all happy to be up an extra hour.

"Well sorry" he drawled in reply, not sounding at all apologetic "but it's a little bit hard to slip out of my home these days"

Aurore huffed but let it drop she was definitely not in the mood to argue with him she decided just to show him to his room quickly and get to bed as soon as she good, any sleep these days was precious as it was near impossible with the constant shrieking every night.

"Fine, come on your room is upstairs" she said while turning her back to show him the way.

He followed her without complaint, something she was thankful for, up the creaky stairs of the narrow house to the second floor and pointed to a room on the far left.

"This is yours; breakfast is at 9, goodnight Malfoy"

"Goodn-" he was cut off by yet another scream, one of the loudest so far and Aurore winced not only at the sound but at the fact that now she would have to explain the situation to Malfoy and she really couldn't be bothered.

She opened her eyes to find him clutching his wand tightly in hand and looking around franticly as if searching for the source.

"Relax Malfoy, put your wand away, its just one of the other 'guests' who has a hard time at night okay?" she said hoping he would buy it and not ask anymore questions, although she knew he wouldn't and she would have to explain at some point.

"Well couldn't someone put up a damn silencing charm at least" he grumbled "I need my sleep"

"We all do Malfoy but we've tried silencing charms and they don't work, her screams always break through so we just stopped trying" she said quickly just wanting to get this over with and go to bed.

"Who?" he said curious

"Look Malfoy, ill tell you but you can't ask me anything else tonight, if you really want to know then I'll tell you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes fine now who is it?" he replied quickly

She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye.

"Hermione Granger"

A/N - So its not very long just now but I wanted to know if you think its worth continuing because right now im not sure if i like it. it sounded a lot better in my head..

Emma x