Rose Ice
"Coming, coming, they are coming."
The dark voices rang through the halls of Westfield School of Magic. The footsteps rang through the rafters; the very purity and innocence of young life was shattered. All hope was lost in this place.
For in this place, the sanctuary for all who needed it, evil lurked. Death Eaters were coming. Coming for the children. For they needed these children. Because the children were not ordinary; they had secrets.
Secrets that haunted them; tainted their very names. Secrets that held them like their thin and cheap cloaks. Secrets that would never go away.
The students ran quickly and quietly, for they did not want to be caught. Did not want to be found.
Just before she boarded the ship, sixteen year old Miranda Aura threw a rose off the glacier that they were docking off of. "Farewell, Iceland. Farewell."
The ship cast off of what was once home to thirty students. The only evidence that anyone had ever been there was the mass of a castle that had been their school and the rose on the ice, water melting slowly underneath it.