『Isabella Lestrange and The Two-Faced Reflection 』
Epilogue
The Hogwarts Express journey home was a happy one for most, and a sour one for two.
Harry was miserable about returning to his abusive muggle home, which was the only thing lifting Isa's spirits at this point. She had been given the address of the orphanage she was going to but had to find her own way there, she spent the entire train ride sulking. At least she was speaking to people though.
She spent the first half of the journey with her Gryffindor 'friends', chatting and saying good-bye until next term. The second half of the trip was spent with her only real friend. She and Cedric spent the journey reminiscing on all the funny and happy things that had happened to them throughout the year, not focusing on anything bad at all. He promised to come and visit her at Diagon ally during the summer and she promised that if he didn't there would be trouble.
It was difficult saying good-bye to him. He was the only person she had truly come to rely on and the silly crush she had on him was only getting worse, it's not like he would be interested her in that way since she was so young. Maybe in a few years though, she thought to herself.
The train came to a halt and everyone rushed off to go and find their family, but since she had no-one waiting for her she decided to wait for the platform to empty a bit before disembarking. Soon enough the platform was almost unoccupied, she took her trunk off the shelf and carried it off the train. She had been one of the few smart enough to place a feather light charm on the case while still at Hogwarts.
She walked through the wall at platform 9 3/4, and landed on the muggle London platform at King's Cross station. A short walk later she found herself in Diagon Ally looking at the most rundown and rugged looking orphanage she had ever seen.
Just as she was about to walk through the gate and up to the door, three children came flying past on miniature brooms, screaming as they went and almost knocking her off her feet.
'I'd rather be living with mother.' She thought as she knocked on the door.
