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8:59 AM

I found myself wandering about the streets of Diagon Alley, almost an hour away from my flat, not knowing exactly what I was doing there. Consciously, I think I was looking for an answer to why my life wasn't worth anything. Maybe my search would be successful in the corners of the Leaky Cauldron while drinking some Butterbeer or Firewhisky. It could happen at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes while swallowing one of their vomit chewable candies. But besides all that, I was looking for him. I didn't know where he resided now, since he had moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and found his own flat just like me. I hoped I would find him here, maybe in the Quidditch Quality Supplies store as he was bawling over the latest broomstick. Unfortunately, I didn't. He was nowhere to be found, and I didn't know what to do. Should I have gone back home and wallow in my self pity? Or should I have gone back to my parent's house and try to kill my father in vengeance? Walking in solitude like this was going to drive crazy, and If I didn't find someone soon, I swear I was going to kill myself.

Suddenly, and idea dawned upon me. I could go to the Ministry, resign from my doctorate program, and maybe even ask someone for his address. I would have rather died than go to his parent's house first, because they were no different from my own. I left Diagon Alley quickly and then surreptitiously Apparated from the back of an empty alley right to the telephone box entrance to the Ministry of Magic. After dialing 62442, the numbers that represented MAGIC, the booth escorted me up to the Ministry. I was surprised when the accountant at the wand checkup line didn't recognize me, since I had been there for over a hundred times. After all the formalities were done, I went to the medical office first and requested the resignation papers. It was funny how every profession was controlled by the Ministry when the doctor career should have been monitored by St.Mungo's.

David Edburgh, my boss, was astonished and disappointed to see me resign. He brushed his hand through his hair like he always did when I was around him, folded his hands in all seriousness, and said, "Why? Why are you giving up? Is it too hard for you?"

I hated that everyone thought I wasn't tough enough to be a doctor, and most of it was thanks to my father.

"No, it was not hard. Challenging maybe, but not hard. It's just…I have somewhere to go tomorrow and I am not coming back. Permanently."

"Where are you going?" He asked curiously.

"Very far away, to be discreet. I cannot tell you. Just know that I am very thankful for everything you have done for me."

I put my hand forth, and he shook it. The moment was very awkward for me, giving a goodbye speech to my main boss, but I was sure he would understand. The next day, when he would see the obituaries in the Daily Prophet, he would understand everything.

Next, I thought about who I could encounter for some information on him, and decided on Vincent Crabbe, his best friend. The last I had heard, he was working for the Magical Enforcement Squad, coming to the rescue whenever a magical fiasco occurred in the Muggle world. I felt strange to just walk up to a person I hadn't met in a year. Sure, he had been in the same house as me but I had never gotten the chance to know him. I found him at the fourth floor, sitting quietly in his cubicle, which was across from the level entrance, placed near one of the gigantic multi-colored stained glass windows. As I walked up to him, I saw that he had not changed a bit. He was still bulky and had a huge head full of dark wavy hair. His eyes had a somewhat somber appeal to them, radiating gloom around the room. It was nine in the morning, after all.

"Hello, Vincent." I greeted him with a calm voice. He jerked out of his reverie and looked up at me. Obviously, surprise was written all over his face as he said, "Whoa, Pansy, what in the hell are you doing here?"

"I'll take that as a hello. Just came by for some paperwork and though I'd drop by and say hi. So, how've you been?"

"The same as usual. Work is going by real slow, as you can see."

"Yes I can." No one was moving an inch in the grandiose room you'd rather call a hall. All of the quills and ink were settled untouched on the different desks and everyone looked as if they were hallucinating just as Vincent had been.

"We were thinking of bringing in some entertainment, but our boss said-"

"Oh, Vincent. You can't have strippers in the Ministry in the midst of the morning."

"Oh, hush. That's not what I meant." He said, half amused as I started cracking up.

Just when I was going to ask him about a certain guy's whereabouts, he spoke up first, "So, have you seen Draco lately? He mentioned you the other day."

My eyes lifted up, and I could feel my heart start to pound extra hard.

"He did?"

"Yeah. Asked me why she doesn't come around there anymore. Ever since we left Hogwarts, you've disappeared."

"He really said that? Are you serious?"

Vincent nodded, still grinning at the flabbergasted look on my face. He motioned me to sit down on the chair across from him and I obeyed.

"I reckon you should go visit him."

"That's why I came, to ask you where he lives. Last I heard, he got his own flat."

"You heard right. It's up in Gondolyn Heights, and the flat is called Winter Blocks. I think it's number…42. Yes." He told me, thinking of the exact location as doing so.

"Thanks. So, how is Goyle? Haven't heard from him either."

"He joined the Death Eaters. I haven't had contact with him." He whispered, with a nasty expression on his face.

I had thought that all three of them would join the service of the Dark Lord, but I guess I was wrong.

"What about you? Why didn't you join?"

"Probably for the same reasons as you. I want to have my own life and rules, not follow some other's and get tortured by them."

He was right. That was the reason I hadn't joined either.

"And Draco?"

"Oh, he's definitely in. Do you think his father would have let Draco escape from being a Death Eater?"

"No…but I was still hoping for-"

"Hope is for the young. Never hope for anything, because it never comes the way you want it."

"Alright, I can agree with that. It's been a pleasure seeing you again, Vincent. Good luck in your life. I hope all your dreams come true."

"Pansy, you're talking like you're never going to see me again."

"I might not. I'm going away tomorrow to a far away place and won't come back." Oh yes, the place is very far away indeed.

In confusion, he shook my hand, "Well, best of luck to whatever you're up to. Come and visit me sometime."

"I'll try." I hated goodbyes. They brought tears to my eyes and wouldn't stop for a long time. I hadn't cried so far, and wasn't planning to for the rest of the day.

I said farewell for the last time and headed out from the fourth floor, deciding I would get something to eat as soon as I exited the Ministry. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had disturbed my breakfast, and I hadn't even ended up eating a full plate.