Disclaimer Alas Harry Potter(the entire Wizarding world too) does not belong to me. I merely use the world of Harry Potter to amuse myself and you my readers. Harry Potter as you know-doubt already know belongs to JK Rowling and not to poor little me.
Good-Bye
I tapped the bricks behind the pub, and watched the street behind them appear. I watch all the hustling and bustling parents shopping with their Hogwarts bound children. Eyelops, for their owls; Ollivanders, for their wands; Flourish and Blots, for their books; Madam Malkins, for their robes; Florean Fortece, for the best ice-cream you'll ever eat. Thirty years, thirty long years since I've been here, thirty years since I last saw this place, it's so hard to believe so much time has passed.
My feet are moving of their own accord leaving me free to take in the sights I haven't seen in so long. My feet have taken me pretty far, and they have brought me to a store. This store is brightly colored, its a joke shop, by the looks of its... It's open?
I stare at the joke shop as painful memories swell up with in me and a tear falls down my cheek. Images of a family, all ginger haired, sitting in around the dinner table, the Quidditich world cup, the last one I ever saw,
I make up my mind, and with a heavy heart I decide to walk away. I will always
love that shop, its a part of me, always was and always will be, but its time to move on, a
generation of pranksters shall now take over. Now, I take my leave and I pass Eyelops, Madam Malkins, Florean Fortece, Ollivanders, and of course Flourish and Blots, bright colors surround me, and as the sun sets behind me and the streets grow cold , I whisper into the empty street that long forgotten phrase "Mischief Managed" and with that I leave Diagon Alley and the entire Wizarding world.
Author's note In case you haven't already figured it out the main character was George and this was him coming to terms with his twin's death.