Disclaimer: I, regrettably do not own nor ever will own Harry Potter and his world. Although art mimics life almost perfectly sometimes, J.K. Rowling owns the following characters for my story. :(
They never found my body. I was never really dead to begin with. I was such a coward. How the hell did I end up in Gryffindor anyways? Once the final battle commenced, I ran to my dormitory and packed as many clothes into a bag and took as much money as I could. I normally wouldn't steal, but I had been doing a lot of things that I wouldn't normally do recently. I wasn't the nice Lavender anymore. Lavender who was passive and let people walk all over me, something had changed inside me. I dashed into the woods and took my broom to Kin's Cross. When I got there, I ditched it. Any muggle that saw it would think that it was just another broom anyways, and I knew to get where I was going I needed to use more "modern" muggle transportation. I got in a cab and took it to Heathrow. It was a good thing that there was some muggle money left on Parvati's desk, it would last me for awhile. I went through security and was sitting in the terminal waiting to get on a non stop 12 hour flight to a city in The United States called Tacoma. Strange names these muggles give to their cities. Sitting in a terminal in an airport that I had never been in, I remembered what I was doing here. One day, in Divination, we were reading crystal balls. Trelawney held me back from class, not a rare occurrence considering she was my favorite professor at Hogwarts. She told me that she had done a crystal ball reading for me and that there was something that I needed. I wasn't really sure what she meant, but I took the small piece of parchment that she handed to me with no doubt in my mind. This was two years ago, but it felt like just yesterday. I pulled the piece of parchment out of my jeans pocket, and opened it for what seemed to be the millionth time. I slid my fingers over the dry ink of the quills, stupid muggles and their pens. I re-read Trelawney's small hand writing:
Jacob Black
8320 La Push Road
Forks, WA 98331