The fall of Voldemort left many confused and feeling abandoned. My name is Gregory Goyle. And this is my story after Halloween 1993, the day Voldemort died.

After Crabbe died, there was nothing left for me in England. Besides, my father is a confirmed Death Eater, so it was only a matter of time before they try to find me for questioning. That was a huge endorsement of my immigration to America.

I was surprised how easy it was to get on a ferry. Half of the Wizarding security there was on Voldemort's payroll. It was absolute chaos. I managed to sneak on a ferry and wound up in America.

I found some, well, not friends, but familiar people. The one I like the most Griphook, a runaway goblin that broke into Gringotts with Harry and his amigos. He was a rebel of sorts, and I liked people like that.

There's also this nerd type named Xenophilius. Since I can barely pronounce that, much less type it, I'm going to call him Phil. Is that a problem? I didn't think it would be.

Phil's got a daughter named Luna. She's kind of cute I guess, but she's got an obsession with Crumpled Horned Snorkacks, which probably don't exist. I saw her around Hogwarts. If my memory serves me correctly, I think she was a Ravenclaw. Her unique observations make her rather entertaining.

Hagrid also was on the ferry. Because I'm so… hefty, Hagrid is one of the few people who can pose as my father without people raising eyebrows.

Fang is one of the few things in this universe I have actual, real affection for. He acts like a puppy even though Hagrid tells me that Fang is actually almost two hundred years old. Fang is descended from the legendary dog Cerberus, which essentially means Fang can't die.

We didn't have a lot of Muggle money. Or Nomag money, whatever you want to call them. We pooled our Nomag money and managed to rent out a medium sized apartment. For, three people, a half giant, a goblin, and a wolf, an average sized apartment was only a temporary situation. Things will get better. Or at least they'll get a lot weirder. As long as I get out of this apartment.

''ey Goyle. Yer gun eat tha' er not?" asked Hagrid, pointing to the runny scrambled eggs on my plate. Phil was the closest thing we had to a chef in this apartment, and even then, he won't be on Top Chef anytime soon.

"All yours" I said. I punctuated the sentence with a chuckle, even if the situation wasn't necessarily that funny.

I was very surprised how quickly Hagrid had warmed up to me, especially since I had almost gotten him fired seven years ago. It was easy to pretend that Hagrid was my father, because my real dad was never really around and Hagrid just kind of had that "it's easy to like me" vibe. It's a shame I hadn't realized that until now.

Hagrid devoured my eggs with a passion as I evaluated my orange juice to see if it had pulp in it. I'm sorry, but I hate pulp as much as I hate Granger

Phil and Griphook didn't really know about me until we met on that ferry. As far they know I was a Gryffindor who helped the underage student evacuate Hogwarts when Voldemort showed up.

Phil bustled past my chair in a suit and briefcase. Phil is a children's author now, writing about magical "fictional" creature like unicorns and lethifolds and such. He was rather wealthy. At the rate he was making money, we should be out of this apartment by the end of the month.

Hagrid called after Phil "'ey! Be sure ta write 'bout Nobert!"

I remember Nobert from my first year. I never saw Nobert myself, but Draco wouldn't stop talking about it for months. I half-thought that Draco was just messing with us, and I didn't realize that he wasn't until about two weeks ago when Hagrid mentioned something about it at dinner.

Griphook was taking care of most things on the Wizarding currency side of things. Right now he's trying to make a Gringotts app so he can help his fellow goblin kind without stepping foot in London again. Y'see, the only reason Griphook stuck around with us was because he was exiled from England. If he returned, the goblin queen, Riis, promised him death.

Justin Timberlake music started to blare from the bedroom I had to share with Luna. I feel bad for Luna, now that I know her better. I hear her tossing and turning above me (we have a bunk bed that Griphook and Hagrid built) and muttering in her sleep. Something about the Carrows. A dagger of guilt wrenches itself in my chest every time that happens. Not because I'm the one who tortured her, but I've done the same thing to Neville and Seamus.

Yeah, life isn't perfect. That's the price of being a Slytherin I suppose.

Fang looked up at me expectantly. "Phil!" I yelled "We need more eggs!"

At the sound of his own nickname, Phil jumped a little bit. He quickly regained his composure and said "Goyle, I have to go," in a rather stern voice. I decided to let his little 'disappointed dad' act slide.

My bedroom door swung open and I cringed. Her hair looked like a bird had just laid some eggs in it. A weird red stain was making its way down her shirt. I guessed either she spilled her red paint or she accidently killed my flobberworm. Again.

"What'd you do to Fred 3?" I asked instantly, assuming the latter.

"Nothing!" yelled Luna exasperatedly "The guy upstairs dumped some kind of jelly on me"

Our upstairs neighbor, Volkner, is a prankster of sorts. He's a cool guy, most of the time. It's just Luna's coming out of her shell, and she doesn't understand pranks yet. She thinks Volkner just dumped jam on her because he hates her, although I think he feels the exact opposite way.

Now, I don't think Volkner understands the ways of flirting either. If you want a girlfriend, you got to tell her that she's pretty, or even that she changed your life. I don't think pranks, no matter how well orchestrated they are, will get you very far with a majority of women.

I should tell Volkner that. Preferably with Hagrid behind me, cracking his knuckles and grinning.

Phil chose now to abandon his daughter and slip out of the door. Luckily, Griphook had a rare moment of kindness and tossed Luna a towel from the kitchen. Luna is the only one of us Griphook actually likes.

I need to get used to having a goblin in the home. The closest thing I had to a goblin was a parakeet named Ace and a house-elf named Razorback (he got too close to a gnarl when he was young and got some spines in the back. Razorback is just a nickname, his real name is Dave)

Luna wiped off her shirt and tossed the towel back to Griphook, but the towel found my face. Hagrid snorted, trying to hide his amusement, but Luna and Griphook laughed openly. Fang, however, looked disappointed because the towel on my face will not result in eggs for him.

I felt my mood drop from one hundred to zero (real quick). I drew my chair out and followed Phil's path out the door. If there were any requests for me to return to the table, I didn't hear them.

I was always on the sensitive side. I mean you wouldn't guess it by looking at me, being 6'4 and well over two hundred pounds, but I hate being embarrassed. I guess that's why I fell in with Malfoy and Crabbe. We were the ones doing the embarrassing. It felt better than I'd like to admit. I wanted out, but by the time I came to the realization, Quirrell had already taken off his turban. If I had left Malfoy and Crabbe then, it'd look like I was joining the Order

I was wrong, but I'm trying to be better.

The apartment door creaked open behind me, and a felt a small, cold hand lower itself onto my shoulder. This hand was way too small to be Hagrid's and had too many fingers to be Griphook's. This is either Luna's hand for Fang's a shape shifter.

I didn't say anything, so Luna took it upon herself to start the conversation. "Are you okay?" she asked "I was alarmed when you reacted that way. Normally you're fine when things like that happen"

"You thought I was going to be okay when things like that happen to me every other day?"

"I've been hearing Dad talk about all kinds of Nomag diseases"

I cut across Luna, "Get to the point"

Luna ignored my objections and plowed onward, "One of these Nomag diseases causes sadness, and it can cause you to hurt yourself. It's called depression and I think you might have it"