Leaving Hogwarts for the last time was harder than any of us had ever imagined
Leaving Hogwarts for the last time was harder than any of us had ever imagined. Knowing that you would never see your friends as often as you were accustomed to, and also that you would never see some again... it was heavy on the mind and heart. As a Gryffindor, I was always friends with my entire House, and most of other Houses... except Slytherin. Malfoy and his gang always had a chip on their shoulder, aimed toward my brothers, my sister, and I. This was simply because his dad was a Death Eater, a follower of Lord Voldemort. My dad worked in the Ministry of Magic, and he was absolutely fascinated with Muggles. My dad died, though, because of the carelessness of the Ministry. And here's how it happened...
