This chapter is really short and just a filler. I swear I will get to the action soon. Everything belongs to Jk Rowling still. Please review :) I'm about halfway through the story.
It'll all collapse tonight, the full moon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know
Sonata Arctica
The plan was made. They would go to Lexi's town first. And then they would drive to the village Bonnie lived in, and then they would go to Dover, and get the ferry to Calais. From Calais they would drive through Belgium to Amsterdam, where they would get visas to stay from the ministry of magic. They would then drive to the small campsite about half an hour away from Amsterdam. They could live in the little camping houses, and help Albus, Scorpius and Delphini run the campsite. It would work. Remus, Teddy, James, Sirius, Bonnie and Lexi would leave England.
Werewolf number 614572
Right. So now I am leaving. I am lying in bed right now. Thinking. It's past midnight. Probably nearly dawn. I am leaving. Leaving England. I've traveled before. Been all around Europe. France, Switzerland, Germany, Austria, Spain, Italy, and I've been to the Netherlands before. We went there together. Me and her. We spent up past midnight in the seaside campsite talking about books. Giggling. Maze runner, hunger games, divergent, the hate u give, the fault in our stars, and of course, Harry Potter. The story Jk Rowling wrote though. Innocent, suitable for children. Not the truth. We discussed Sirius and Remus for ours. But now... They exist. They were broken in the books but less so. Jk lied. She glorified the truth so it was no longer the messed up fucked up reality of my existence.