Present Day
'My Gosh, people are rude.' Hermione says low, pushing past the crowd at Kings Cross Station as i struggle to keep a hold of her.
"Why don't they just mind their own business" Her voice raises at the end of the sentence, her eyes darting between me and the abundance of wizards that are staring at me. Apparently privacy was not a luxury i could afford right now. I adjust my bag on my shoulder, noticing that i am not being pushed around by the crowd nearly as much as I used to.
I was used to it by now, the gloomy stares, the shrieks and hands over the mouth, especially as I walked through Diagon Alley a couple of weeks ago to gather this years long list of very heavy books for the first time in a long time.
The bustle of Kings Cross Station calms me surprisingly, the loud nature of the excitement everyone was feeling to return to school. I push my suitcase onto the scarlet train and slump on an open carriage already exhausted from waking early and packing my things for the next year ahead.
Hermione combs her fingers through her soft frizzy hair whilst looking out for the rest of our year. Students pile on the train, with the first years looking rather terrified of anyone who seems above the age of 12.
My mind reels with the memories of taking my first train to the Hogwarts castle and the simplicity of the life that i had before, my mind trickles with the images of past times until they wander off as my temples begin to throb.
I lean my head against the cool window attempting to normalise the idea of returning back to Hogwarts when I spot him.
His silvery blonde hair flops slightly over his forehead and his eyes, his crystal blue yet dark and piercing eyes brush over mine for a brief moment as his jaw tightens. His hand lifts to the door jamb of the steaming train and I internally gulp waiting for the stupid joke, the witty comment or hurtful insult.
But it never comes, and his hand slides down going stiff by his side. He almost looks...inquisitive, something Draco Malfoy never seemed towards me. He is taller now, the childish mannerisms of his face dissolved into almost handsome features, a sharp jaw line, a slim build and hair that was longer drowned in adolescent hair gel. I shake the thought from my head quickly. Draco Malfoy and I had never got on well, and we weren't about to now.
It has only been a year, yet im sat here wondering if he really did forget me, who I am. But as he strides past me, his mouth opens slightly, a few beats past before he snaps it shut and walks by without a sound. A scent of musk and pine needles wisping past my nose.
Why would I even dare to think that Draco Malfoy had anything remotely nice to say to me. Its not as if he would ever shoot anything more than an insult or joke my way before I was taken.
It has been no less than a year since my soul was almost sucked from my very being by the dementors, and no less than a day after that before I was taken from my home and held captive by the one and only 'you- know – who'. Voldemort.
Though his very name instilled fear and worry through any wizards being, Since meeting Harry Potter, I have never felt scared about voicing his very name, but others seem still stunned as though he will apparate in front of you if its heard.
And whilst I was missing for a whole year, a strong oblivation spell had erased any memories I had of it. Apparently all I knew was my name and the memories I had before the dreadful day. I was safe now, surrounded by the people that I loved, but every night I went to bed, the recesses of my mind danced on the fact that Voldemort was still out there, still carrying on, still hurting people, still wreaking havoc on our world.
I try not to linger about the whole ordeal, I thought I might never be more than a shell of myself when I had got out, but slowly and surely I am beginning to feel more like me, more at home. It is becoming increasingly hard however with the many stares I receive on the hour.
Understandably, if a survivor of Voldemorts wraith survived underground for a whole year scratch free, I too would probably steal a glimpse.
"Macy!" Im snapped from my thoughts as my face is buried into a warm flannel smelling of pine and burnt wood.
"Ron." I sigh, tears welling at my eyes. I had mentally prepared myself for the moment I would see my friends again, but never did I think it would be so overwhelming to finally remember their scents and the way they smile.
"Macy, I dont have any words." Harry looking as scruffy as ever with his wild black hair and raggety clothes stood with my face in his cold hands, his glasses fogging up.
"Don't say anything, just let me hug you." We stifled the best laugh we can and squeeze each other tightly before slumping down in the seats.
Almost all my closest and most dearest friends are around me again, and whilst I want to feel the warmth in my chest and the relief in my head of feeling safe and surrounded, something pulled on my brain like missing strings on a harp. A hole in my heart I thought that would shrivel up as soon as I got on this train, is still lingering in my chest, vibrating with the need to fill it before I lost anymore of me.