Buttoning the last few buttons on her traveling cloak, she smiled as she caught her reflection in the mirror. They all—her aunts, her friends, various other people—thought she was crazy for making this journey.
"You're purposely traveling to a country where your own personal safety is at risk, a country where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has openly, albeit accidentally revealed himself?" Her aunt said, an incredulously look on her face.
Her jaw set like stone; they had gone over this time and time again, and yet her aunts still brought up the same argument. "I'm not doing this to be a daredevil or to challenge anything. This is something that Ineed to do…..we've been over this. We went over this before, I was supposed to go there as soon as I was done with school. Well, I'm done. I'm going. It's what I'm supposed to do….it's what—he—wanted."
"We forbid you to go!" Her other aunt said, stepping in front of the door, as though she could stop her niece.
She smiled wryly and laughed slightly. "I'm going. I have to know. I have to find out for myself. I need to do this…I just need to do this." They wouldn't understand and she was prepared for it.
Checking her bags once, twice, three times for the her identification papers and the photographs she held so dear, she decided that the time to leave was now or never.
"I'm leaving." She announced clearly as she descended down the stairs of the home she had lived in for the past 16 years. Her aunts both looked up from the table where they were reading the newspaper and grunted. Neither acknowledged her presence beyond that. "Honestly, thank you for….everything. I couldn't have asked for better—for better anything." A lump rose in her throat. She was leaving, really leaving and there was no guarantee she would ever be allowed back…no guarantee that she would ever make it back.
She grabbed her bags and prepared to Disapparate, closing her eyes in preparation for the uncomfortable feeling of Apparation. "Don't go!" her aunt suddenly screeched and her eyes flicked open. The aunt rose from the table and strode over to her. If her aunt reached her, she wouldn't leave.
"I'm sorry." She pleaded. "I'm really sorry!" She turned on the spot, her aunts' house turned into a blur of colors and one of them screamed.