The scarlet haired woman put her wand back into her pocket and looked at the carnage. She sighed and ran a hand through the red hair. So much.
A fairy fluttered on to the scene, barely noticing the death. She dropped a letter into the woman's hand. The woman opened it and sighed.
"Guess I'm going home."
The fairy, sitting on her shoulder, looked at her. "Isn't that what you wanted? Wasn't there some guy you liked? What was his name?"
The woman sighed. "Not just some guy, Tink, Harry Potter." She sighed again. "Only saved my life about ten different times and killed Voldermort." But it wasn't Harry she was thinking of. She had gotten over him long ago. "Tink, why? Why is he bringing it to my home? Why there? Why me? And why does he want to kill Draco?" She asked, but in her heart she knew.
Tink shrugged. "Hell if I know. Why didn't that ever work with you and scarboy?"
"Cause I found Draco and he got with Mione."
"So why'd you leave Draco?"
She sheathed the amber hilted sword across her back and shoved away the memories. She reached out a hand and the Firebolt flew into it. It was an old make, but she still used it for traveling.
"Hey, G," the fairy said, trying to stall the flight she would have to take with her best friend. Tink liked flying, but with her friend it involved being in the pocket and she hated that. "What will your family and Harry do when you just show up out of nowhere, after ten years?"
(A/N: There's going to be a ridiculous amount of updates for this one today as well as a couple more tomorrow. This fic got taken down because one of the chapters was in script format. I've fixed that and am reposting this.
