It was over. Finally over. The light side had won and Voldomort was dead. Now the Wizarding World was trying to return to normal. 'Normal'- whatever that was. Many had lost loved ones but that's the way it goes I suppose. We would have never won if we had no supporters-nobody to fight for their beliefs; a better world. It's a shame that better world came at such a cost. Their Life.
My parent's funeral had been last week. I was so upset that i made a snap decision: to move, get away from it all. Away from a world of death, where your parentage judges how you act, how well you do and what you should and shouldn't do. I don't know what I'd rather be; a muggleborn or a pureblood. Yes I sympathise with them; the purebloods (or some of them anyway). Many of the children had a horrible childhood and were forced to have the Dark Mark. It was their way of life-they knew no different.
Anyway, moving on, I made the decision to move. I didn't know where, I didn't know when but I would; I'd move away from what I'd known to start afresh. Somewhere that reflected my mood. Somewhere where it rained 95% of the time and snowed the other 5% or was occasionally sunny. Somewhere where I was close to nature and I didn't have to worry about war, where no blood had been shed. Somewhere, like Forks.
A.N. I know this is really short but I want to know if you think it's a good idea or not. Constructive criticism welcome. Please review and tell me what you think! :)