Disclaimer : I don't own Harry potter nor twilight obviously.
Harriet was sick and tired of people telling her what to do.
It wasn't enough that she fought a war and came out on top.
It wasn't enough that she died once for their sake. They all expected more of her.
They wanted her to become an Auror when she was sick of fighting.
They wanted her to marry someone they chose for her and pop up babies when that is the last thing on her mind.
They didn't care that she still hasn't fully recovered from that final battle, that she still dreamed of it every night, saw the faces of those who died everywhere she went.
But the girl who lived had enough of this.
She was tired of this, she was manipulated enough, she longed for freedom and there was no well in hell she'd stand this anymore.
So, she took her things and left with no intentions of ever returning to the magical community in Britain.
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