Tracking a Golden Unicorn.
It was beautiful. Glittering in the darkness of the Wooded Fallands. It's such a mysterious place.
Harry sent an owl to me last night. He was hoping to get together for Christmas and the New Years. Say's my family sends their love.
Yea... I don't see an Owl from them anywhere.
It's been over two years since I have seen the chap. Too long perhaps, but it's too painful. Too many horrible memories.
Worst of all... Hermione Granger would be there. I can't relive that experience. We both lost so much together. And I left her all alone. She had no one except me, Harry and Ginny, but I quickly reduced those numbers.
I don't really ask Harry about her. He kind of hands up all the information. I don't really want to think about her or how much she may hate me right now.
I've moved on. Pamela and I are semi happy. She's been extremely helpful in my research of magical creatures, so I suppose I owe her enough to just leave things be between me and a past love.
Today Pamela, Joey, Alanna, Bebo and me, set up camp in the Fallands. It's a dangerous magical place here, but Bebo is pretty well familiar with all the happenings of the area. He spent the day resting for our night of tracking the unicorns.
Pam and Alanna have prepared a small dinner, then we will kick back for a little before we sleep for the day and so this all over again.