Today; I pet and fed my cat, I took a shower, made my bed, than when that was all finished I sat on the couch and did nothing. Sure maybe I watched a few TV shows. So my life consists of being bored, not doing anything then when the time came eat my one meal a day before going to a job that last all but four hours before going back home to my cat and my couch before the sleep overcomes me and the day starts again. You see this is why I loved the muggle world. If you wanted you could hide among the populous and no one would even bat a lash. All you needed was some muggle ID and away you go. Sure is my family disappointed in me? More than you know. Even my favourite brother who lives in bloody Canada doesn't like me at the moment. All because I didn't want to join the war.
This wasn't the first time I disappointed my family. The first time was when I was sorted into Slytherin. Not the best thing to happen if you were raised in a completely Gryffindor family. My brothers, bless their soul tried to be open minded. After a couple of years of me never doing anything about anything, they stopped talking to me at school. Sure at home they would joke around but it was never what it used to be. I hoped that when it they said that Voldemort was back that they were lying. Wishes it seems never come true and the first chance I got I got out of dodge. My mother tried to stop me; she claimed I knew nothing of the muggle world.
So in retaliation I stole a spare pair of muggle clothes and took the night bus to the nearest city that wasn't London. I ended up in Manchester, not that I cared. No one was going to look for me and if by some surprise that my family did, I doubt they would look too hard. I didn't leave home right away. I first tried to convince my sister, my twin, my other half; to come with me, I knew in my heart that she wouldn't. Gryffindor to the bone, but I left hoping she would be okay.
I couldn't sit around watching as our family would die one by one. The British Wizarding community could if it wanted to defeat Voldemort and his followers but instead they hid away. Fear ruled the population and I couldn't in good conscious watch. Maybe if I stayed I could save them, but maybe I would die having it all be a lost cause. It was only Christmas, I could still go back to Hogwarts, and no one would question why I hadn't been there. I was, am a Slytherin, I don't value Bravery nor knowledge or fairness. I value being able to get what you want, when you want, whenever you want it.
It kills me, because what I want is to live an ordinary life. Come home on Sundays to have dinner with the family, make a family of my own, I want Voldemort to die. But instead of getting what I want, I am hiding away in a whole in the muggle world. I can't stay here.