When I joined the school 6 years ago I was overjoyed. I mean can you imagine it? After years and years of reading fairy tales I could finally have my own. Would I be the next fairy godmother, a character with a happy life and a happy ending? Would I live a contented life learning spells and doing the only homework in the world I'd ever enjoy? Well I got that wrong- here I am about to leave for a quest that could lead to the defeat of the "the greatest wizard of all time". Maybe? Maybe not? It doesn't matter because either way my story will not have a happy ending.
Out of all the spells in the world I never thought I would hate the spell obliviate. Obliviate: the memory charm. Sounds so innocent, doesn't it? The spell that in 5 minutes will erase me from my parent's memory. My first word- gone. My first day of school- gone. All of it.
Mr and Mrs Granger will soon become Mr and Mrs Wilkins, a couple with no children, desperate to move to Australia. It is for the best. There are no Death Eaters in Australia, no Voldemort, no danger. They will be a couple just like any other. A couple without a daughter, a daughter whose choices could lead to their being captured and tortured for information. It's great, isn't it? If I die they won't have to mourn for me, or cry, or feel pain. But if I live and have children of my own they won't know, or care. But like I said, it's all for the best...isn't it?
