Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction using the characters from Harry Potter that are trademarked by J.K. Rowling.

Timeline: Post-Deathly Hallows
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter-Centric
A/N: Ignores Epilogue

Harry was tired.

The war had taken its toll on the Wizarding world and too many lives were lost. The last remaining Wizards had gone into hiding and Harry had lost his entire family and all his friends. There was nothing left to tie him to London, so he decided to get a fresh start and move away from the memories that haunted him.

Harry wandered slowly around his home. He walked room to room and just mindlessly gazes on his empty and barren home. Everything had been packed up weeks ago and he was now just doing a final walkthrough to make sure he didn't miss anything important. He walked into the library and sighed when he saw the once full shelves were now empty and covered in a fine layer of dust.

His next few stops took him through the bedrooms. All the rooms were still completely furnished. Even his own bedroom still looked as if someone lived there. He had only packed his clothes. Harry planned to start fresh and didn't feel like dragging his old furniture with him was the right choice. Besides, the furniture had no emotional value. It didn't once belong to his parents it was all just stuff that he bought when he graduate Hogwarts.

Harry shuffled down the stairs and started his walkthrough of the main floor. All the couches had been covered but knickknacks still sat on the shelves and fireplace mantle. It wasn't anything he wanted to bring with him. The new owners could sort through everything and decide what they wanted to keep. Harry just didn't care anymore. When he finished his tour, and ended back in his front lobby he looked down at the meager five bags that contained his belongings and was saddened that this was all his life of 25 years had amounted to.

Harry whipped out his wand and shrunk four of the bags down and shoved them in the fifth bag, his backpack, which would be his carry on. He was determined to leave the Wizarding world behind, so he had plans to travel like a muggle, but just because he was travelling like a muggle didn't mean that Harry trusted the airport not to lose his luggage.

Harry took one final look back at the empty house that was once his home, sighed, and walked out the front door and never looked back.

Harry stepped off the plane and stretched. He heard his back crack and sighed in relief. After the eleven-hour flight he was happy to be on the ground once more. He walked towards the exit and quickly managed to hail a cab.

Harry sat in the back seat and closed his eyes and let the car lull him into a half-sleep. He didn't know how long the drive took but before he knew it the driver was calling out to him and he had arrived.

Harry thanked the driver and slammed the door shut. He climbed the front steps and surveyed the small blue house that would now be his home. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door. Before he stepped inside he took a moment on his front porch to survey the neighbourhood. Across the street he spotted a red Victorian manor. He locked eyes with a pretty brown hair woman that was helping her grandmother unload groceries. He waved at the woman and beamed when he received a wave and smile in return.

Harry walked into his house and looked around and smiled, he thought back to the woman he saw and couldn't help but think that maybe this move would end up being really good for him.

Challenges:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments) – Assignment #2: Notable Witches & Wizards, Task #1 – Write about someone leaving the country

2018 Yearly Event – The 365 Prompts Challenge: Restrictions – No Dialogue

Word Count: 614