Note: AU! Also, a remake/addition of a previously written fic "Soar"
The wind beneath his wings was soothing like cool water, and the wisps of clouds felt like cotton from the bedding from their beds in Hogwarts.
Theodore looked down towards the ground in his animagus form, saying goodbye to the surrounding area. He had no choice, with the Dark Lord completely dying and the Death Eaters being rounded up.
His father was notorious for the things he did as a Death Eater, and Theo would no doubt be guilty by association.
After receiving the letter that told him to run, what more could he do? He couldn't say and fight? And there was no way in hell he'd turn himself into the Light. Perhaps he'd come back one day and find the person responsible for his departure, but until then, he'd keep flapping his wings and flying away.
Away from the destruction. Away from the pain that was caused by his father and former associates. Of course, he couldn't blame them all; however, the majority ruled and—once again—guilt by association.
As an eagle, Theo was free to do whatever he wished, and he felt free. He was finally free. Whatever the case, Theodore continued to fly as far as he could through the skies away from England to the Americas. He would be going to the forest that would do him some good as an eagle, and Theo felt that he would enjoy it there.
Theo looked back at the buildings and scenery that he'd be leaving behind. The memories, the good times. All of it was going to be put behind him. He had no other choice in the matter. Now that the decision was made, he couldn't hold any regrets.
The only regret that Theo had currently was that there was no one he could actually turn to and that the only ally he seemed to possess came in the form of a letter.
Life worked in mysterious ways it did.
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