AN: It's been a really long time since I've written anything HP related, but I decided that now, when I am a hell lot more mature (and older) than I was when I started writing, I must give it another go.

Please, read and review.

Enjoy,

Hunter Memoir

The cool mountain air chills us to the bone, it always does when we leave the window open, but we have no other choice, our children have a nasty habit of jumping into bed with us every morning, they never miss a day. We also keep our cloths close to us, so we can redress before we sleep, and our cell phone chargers are on our nightstands, so when we are called we can answer from bed, not to waste any time out of bed, after all, time to just lay here together, is so scarce for us, that sometimes we forget that we are married, that we live together, that we have a home to get back to. To so many we are just simple people, we are what we want them to see, some see beyond, but they cannot place what is different about us, some see us as sinners, we don't mind. And some see us as beings as close to god as one can get. That's how they see us, that's how they see surgeons.

Despite being in positions more demanding than any other job, we are happy, we manage to raise our four children on our own, and we have a pretty great sex life. And all this, we did on our own, no one was here to help us, no one knows us around here, which is exactly what we wanted. Complete anonymity, a life in a place where we can live in peace, without prejudice. This is why we choose Switzerland. We joked once, that it should be renamed; Peace-land would fit nicely.

We live, we love, we laugh; they never end this sentence; we die. These are the facts of life; no one can completely change them, no matter how hard they try.

We are born, so we live, even if we are just surviving, or bidding our time. We live.

We love, if not others, we love ourselves, we are born to love, to cherish, it's our decision whom we love, whom we cherish. We love.

We laugh, be it with amusement, be it with joy, or malice, we laugh, the reason matters not. We laugh.

We die. It might take us long, it might come when we are fresh and young, before we truly lived, it might take us by surprise, and we might expect it. But one thing is sure, we all die, when we fall in battle, or when our bodies grow tired of holding on, even with all the advanced medicine these days, we cannot truly halt death, and neither do we want to. We die.

These are the facts of life.

There are a lot of people out in the world, the happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones, the hiding ones, the shy ones, the private ones, the public ones, the ones who always want to be in the centre of the limelight, the survivors.

We are the survivors, we live without truly living, we love deeply, but sometimes, we know it cannot show, we laugh, and feel nothing; we would welcome death, even if taking our own lives is not even a thought in our minds.

Or so we used to be before we ran away, before we were free, before we created our family, our world, this is how we were in England, but never again. We are who we are, but we are no longer survivors. We live, and life brings us joy alongside hardships, we love, each other, and our children, unconditionally. And it shows. We laugh, every day, and mean it, sometimes it's about a funny situation we are in, sometimes one of us says something funny, sometimes it's the kids, sometimes we laugh with joy, just because. We die a little every day, in a good way, we are dying because we are living, every day that is closer to death is a day spent in love, within our world, with the family we created and love. We would welcome death, not because we are survivors, but because we lived our lives, and we lived them well.

We used to be a part of a mythical world, and we suffered, so greatly, for so long, we could no longer live, so we ran, together, to live our lives, what was left of them, at least.

We are well known, our brilliant minds excluding us, writing us into the pages of history.

We ran because we knew no one would truly care, that we were wanted for nothing but our minds, that people in that mythical world were as prejudiced as they come, and we were pushing each and every one of their boundaries daily, we ran to live the life we wanted and no one expected us to have.

Technology took over magic in our lives; we were no longer in need to be careful we were like everyone else, on the surface. We were still different, in our cores, and we still practiced magic, because we knew bad things would happen if we won't magic doesn't wait, it bursts.

We learned to never hide too much, to be open where we can and avoid what we couldn't honestly answer. We learned; we grew. We had our degrees long before we left England, so work was no hardship to find, people were always looking for more doctors.

We settled in quickly, becoming part of the culture faster than anticipated, we loved our new life, we worked, we raised a family, we became well known for our abilities in our chosen fields, and we were truly safe. We needed no more than what we had.

We got an offer we couldn't refuse, John Redcliff Hospital in Oxford needed surgeons, more than that, they needed someone to take the chief of surgery position, and an head to their Cardiothoathic centre. These offers came with pay checks to match, not that we were ever trolling for money, we were the heirs of two very rich families, even when we were disowned, the money stuck. We were very well off, too well off, some would say, we wanted for nothing, but it was our excuse to return to our homeland, to raise our children in the same environment we were raised in, to give them a chance to make their own opinion on the place we ran from, to see them flourish, at home.

We accepted, and moved back to England, the move was bittersweet, we could no longer hide, the moment we crossed the border, they would have been notified, we would be exposed to those we ran from, to all the prejudice that we knew would come.

We were strong, though, graduates of two of the most prestigious schools of magic; Beuxbaton and Hogwarts.

With a three years difference between our ages, and the fact we lived in different countries during our childhoods, it was a miracle we found each other, especially young as we were when we first met, 17 and 14 going on 15, young, but exceptionally bright, we knew, we were one.

We arrived to our new home, we settled in, and then we were called in.

"Dr. Clément", "Dr. Granger"