Sugar Roses
Prologue
The rain pounded on the windows of the perfect houses on Privet Drive. The beautiful green lawns with no sign of yellow strands were soaked at dirt turned into the liquid substance dubbed: mud.
Young Harry Potter, a 17 year old boy who had turned of age last year had merely returned for his belongings, permitted to stay the night by his Aunt. His gaze was fixed on the sky outside, dark from night, the stars hidden by rain clouds, the moonlight barely visible through the dark shadows hiding the light from view.
He was merely waiting for dawn to come, his tired body begging him for a hot bath. He was planning on leaving the wizarding world, to live free of all fears and horrors that filled his past. Why would they need him? Voldemort was gone anyhow. And Ginny probably hated him. He felt unable to face the Weasleys' or anyone for that matter.
He would take a plane tomorrow morning to New York in the United States of America. He would inform the Weasleys' of his departure two days after he left, after all, they still had no idea Voldemort and his followers were gone, he might as well inform them himself.
He had already turned his galleons, sickles and nuts into pounds and American dollars. He had bought an apartment on 1182 Pinecone lane, a quieter area of New York City.
He missed his friends terribly, but he would have to put them behind, the only things he had kept from the world that haunted him at night were: His Broomstick, the Godric Gryffindor sword, in memory of his mentor, Professor Albus Dumbledore, whom had past away 2 years ago, his wand and a few treasured books, his Defence Against the Dark arts books from his school years, leaving out his fifth year ones, Dolores Umbridge was much too hated to have objects held in her memory, she had died shortly after his mentor had.
Professor Minerva McGonagall was still alive; he had kept one of his transfiguration books in her memory since he would be leaving. They had been so close during the war, ever since Dumbledore died; he had learnt how much of a brave respectable woman she was.
He decided he had better go to sleep, since he would be leaving early and would need all of his energy. He glanced at the alarm clock on his beside table, 2:00 am. He hadn't noticed that he had been 18 years old for two hours. He put the alarm for six in the morning.
And slowly fell into a light dreamless sleep for one…
End of Prologue.