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It was a cloudy winter's morning. The snow from the night before has covered the park in a blanket of white. Most people wouldn't brave the freezing temperatures and the foggy air for a walk in the park.
But she wasn't most people.
Pansy took out her wand and cast another warming charm on herself. She wasn't worried that someone would notice her. Not many people noticed her these days. She had a tendency to keep to herself these days. She never spoke out at her job until she absolutely had to. And her job didn't demand her to speak much either.
She is a muggle fashion designer for Gucci in New York City. They don't talk much.
Pansy took a drag from the cigarette in between her fingers. She had come a long way, both literally and figuratively, from her old life as a Death Eater. War had changed a lot of things for her. She grew her hair out long, slimmed down considerably, and even took to wearing muggle clothes. Nobody from her old life recognized her anymore, and that was the way she liked it.
After the war, Pansy was exiled from Britain, though she wasn't charged for many of the crimes she had committed. For a while, she was pissed that they had thrown her out as well, but when Daphne and Astoria fled the country due to a lot of discrimination against people like her, she decided that she was grateful to have escaped without much trouble.
Slowly she had settled into a muggle life, realizing that the best way to life was to fade away. At first, the thought of such a life frustrated her, but the Pansy Parkinson of today would probably collapse in peals of laughter at her former self's stupidity.
She was forced out of her home, out of her country, out of her life. She no longer pined for Draco, no longer wanted to drink or party her life away, no longer wanted to serve the Dark Lord, no longer wanted to kill. She was different now.
Pansy pulled a driver's license out of her pocket.
The name read Lauren Walters.
Next to it, a picture of a woman stared back. She had long hair and a thin face, exactly like Pansy did. She was even wearing muggle clothes.
When someone wonders 'What happened to Pansy Parkinson?' The answer isn't 'She's in New York City'. Pansy Parkinson died in the war, with her parents, the Dark Lord, and many of her friends.
She was Lauren Walters now.
And Lauren was standing in Liberty State Park on a cold winter's morning, smoking a cigarette while she stared out at the Statue of Liberty.
Smiling to herself, Lauren took one last drag and tossed the bud into the trash can beside her. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
She was home now.
Written for the Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge
Prompt 262. (location) Statue of Liberty
Word Count: 490
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