Disclaimer: This is from the Harry Potter series. All characters are created and owned by J.K. Rowling. and I do not claim ownership.
I didn't think it would hurt this much. I stared at the walls and their strange familiarity. The white walls were the same as they had ever been, yet the pictures were not as I remembered. I was a stranger in my own home. Any evidence that I had once lived there was gone. Gone were all the child's toys, gone was the child's artwork forever hung on the wall, gone was my face from all the pictures, leaving only the faces of a couple without a child. All traces of me, vanished, as if I had never been.
I could not bring myself to move from my spot, frozen in the center of the once familiar living room. I stayed a statue, even as I heard the creak of the door opening and a slam as it closed. I remained frozen as I heard the soft pounding of footsteps on wooden floor, and then their softer tread on carpet. The voices grew louder, one male and one female. Both were so familiar to me yet so strange. It was if I was immobilized. I knew I should leave, to disappear as I had done before the war, yet I could not bring myself to move. The voices grew closer, and I could hear them pause as their owners set foot in the doorway.
"Who the hell are you?" the man's voice demanded, fury written across his face. My heart beat faster as the familiar face gazed at me with such hatred, a face that shared my nose and lips.
"I said who the hell are you?" the man reiterated when I failed to respond.
Still, I had no idea how to answer. I felt tears welling in my eyes. I struggled to keep their salty wetness from overflowing and flooding my face with their sorrow. Yet I couldn't. I had spent so long yearning to see my parents again, hoping they would remember me, that I couldn't prevent their passage. The dam broke and the tears crawled down my face, leaving trails of wetness behind. "I...I'm you daughter" I said, unable to tell anything but the truth I so desperately wished they could remember.
"I have no daughter" the man said cooly, "Now get out."
If possible, I felt my insides crumble at his cold denial of me. Logically, I tried to tell myself that he couldn't remember me after I obliviated him, yet the emotional part of my brain won out. "Mum" I whispered to the woman entreatingly.
"I don't have any children" the woman replied. I stared at her sadly, with her chestnut colored frizzy hair, an exact match to my own.
"Mum, please remember me" I pleaded, yet her expression did not soften either.
"We're not your parents" my dad told me. My heart lurched, and my legs wobbled. I felt like I would crumble. I could no longer deal with my fierce emotions. I couldn't stay any longer and be reminded of the family I had lost, the family the war had taken away from me. I did the only thing I could. I pulled out my wand, and with a swirl and a loud crack, I was gone.