Waldosia/// George Weasley

Chapter 1

Proceed with caution...

Clover abruptly opened her eyes and sat up, her breaths short and panting as her hands began to shake uncontrollably. She grabbed onto the handrail of the park bench she was sleeping on, gripping it until her hands became steady once again. Her eyes closed as she tried to push the echoing sound of Linny's scream out of her head, the one she had been hearing every night in her sleep.

It had been a year since the war, exactly a year today. And even though it had been months, Clover never stopped seeing the signs of war everywhere she went. People may have healed, but they never forgot. It was evident when Clover saw someone flinch at a loud noise or when a person suddenly got quiet out of the blue or even at night when she saw the pubs fuller than they have ever been. They may have been small details, but she noticed every single one of them. Because, she had experienced every single one of them.

She felt a cool breeze blow her hair messily out of her face as she looked around to see that the moon was still hanging in the sky. Clover peered down at the tiny watch carefully placed on her wrist and read the time out loud to herself.

"3:03 am," she breathed out while placing her elbows on her knees and dipping her head down into her hands, "10 bloody minutes less than yesterday."

She rubbed her face in frustration before standing up, annoyed, but not surprised, at the fact she had woken up so early. It wasn't a rare thing for her, she never got much sleep these days. It was either staying awake or replaying Linny's death in her head over and over again, and she'd rather go sleepless then have to deal with that any day.

Normally, she would have work in two hours. Nothing special, just a busting job at The Leaky Cauldron so she could have enough money for necessities. But seeing as she was currently living on park benches, it clearly wasn't cutting it. Luckily for her, Tom, the owner and her boss, has been kind enough to let her keep all her belongings in a small storage closet and shower in a vacant room every morning. But, today was different. She took off from work, planning on spending her entire day at the little cemetery reserved for all those who died in the war. A small, quaint area just on the outskirts of Diagon Alley that buried all those who died in combat, respectfully reserving a place for each and every lost soul.

Well, that's at least what it said on the sign outside of the graveyard. Clover never liked that wording because she knew that if every lost soul was buried there, then she would most definitely be there too.

She tiredly apparated right to the front of The Leaky Cauldron, where she waved to a familiar coworker that was on the night shift and made her way towards the shower she would be using today. Not wasting anytime, she quickly showered and dressed herself in something nice for a change. Well, nice in her standards. She slipped on the loose, dark green sundress and chuckled to herself at the thought of still so commonly wearing her Hogwarts house colors.

"I guess old habits die hard," she let out as she uncomfortably shifted in front of the mirror, never staying long enough to notice how both mentally and physically tired she looked.

She left the small bathroom, making sure she had her wand before exiting the Inn. A second later, she apparated right in front of the cemetery. Seeing as it was merely 4am now, she was currently the only one there. Clover slowly walked past the giant willow tree that was placed in the middle of all the headstones and headed towards the one with her sister's name on it.