I do not own Harry :Implied character death.

I sat down next to old woman holding a screaming fat baby, elderly woman made no move to even shut it's mouth. The American wizarding world here is so Fake,Fake niceness,fake hair,fake everything!

The ministry shut us in a dome,a big see through dome. Muggle America may be free,but Wizarding America is not. Of course,it was my only option,America had not yet fallen to the hands of Voldemort.

But it was so close,less and less people were returning from the battles between The Deatheaters and the Americans.


While sitting on the wooden bench next to the old lady with the screaming baby,I remembered Ron,a friend,a lover,he had been imprisoned and killed two years ,Harry,soon after.

I had no clue where the others went.I can tell you this,I am one of the last muggleborns from England that has survived...so far.

The ancient woman and her screaming child left,and another woman took her place sitting next to me.I could hear her muttering the most terrible things.

I could only catch so much,"Must save them all", and "be a hero".

I had a bad feeling...a very bad old Hermione would have warned someone,or something! But the old Hermione is gone

.After she left, a coward who only cared for herself took the her place.

I didn't even have the guts to move and that would be my downfall.

I don't know how many survived that night,probably not much.

I do know one thing,that woman was no hero.