Esira || D.M.

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Two years later...

After Harry Potter had died Voldemort had taken over in the wizard world. Every night at 10 o'clock there would be Death Eaters wandering the streets. Shops and markets would close at the latest, 8:30 or 9. Everyone was on edge, ever since Voldemort took the upper hand. People on the streets begging for money or food. Prices went up as much as possible so people would either have to starve themselves or scavenger for food. Even sometimes a brawl would break out and the Death Eaters would have to get involved, which never ended well. Everyone had a place. We were expected to keep quite and listen to orders.

There was three different types of Death Eaters that'd actually show themselves at certain times. First there was the Blenders, they tried to blend in with everyday activities, their technically 'undercover' for the Dark lord. Then there was the Death Eaters that would be out in broad daylight, they're called Roamers. They wouldn't do anything to you if you acted as if their not there. The Death Eaters that would roam at night are called Wardens. If a Warden finds you out in the streets he'll either beat you to shit or take all of your loot then he'd most likely crucio you.

I once got caught in the streets once but I had quickly made up an crap excuse about my grandma being ill. It surprisingly worked after I seduced him a tiny bit.

I roll my eyes from the memory. My mind clearing of my thoughts when a little girl bumps into my side.

"Oopsies! Sorry I didn't see you there." She giggled. She quite reminded me of myself actually. Her black hair and paler skin sticking out the most as she continued to skip along.

I shake my head at the little girl, about to continue to walk along the semi-empty streets but I realize i'm at the shop. Its 8 o'clock so everyones starting to pack up for the day and head home. I step forward and pull the door open, causing it to squeak. A bell chimes above the door to indicate that a person has entered.

Not that you would need it with how loud the door squeaked open.

I walk into the chips section and grab bag of pretzels for myself and some chocoballs for Callum. I put the items on the counter, once I paid for them I was back on the streets sidewalk. I opened the bag of pretzels and started eating some. One of my favorite songs came on from my iPod. My head started bobbing up and down.

As soon as the chorus of the song played I started yelling out the lyrics in the empty streets.

I was enjoying myself for the time being.

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As soon as I stepped through the door Callum grabbed the bag of Chocoballs from me and we both walked back into the living room as Esme came into view. "Hey Sira."

"Hey." I jumped onto the small sofa in the living room. Callum walked back into his room closing his door, like always.

Just kidding. He usually likes to be by himself in the afternoons.

Esme suddenly looked like she remembered something, "Ill be right back. Im gonna check if Kiera's okay."

I nodded. Keira is Esme's cat that she found on the streets about a month ago. Long story short, she was walking to the potions shop and kn her way out she found a scrawny cat in the alleyway next to the shops. Animals is her weakness. I didn't mind but, Callum hated cats so he declined at first. Key word, at first, he grew to like Keira after some time, he only trusts her because apparently she found his chocolate frogs under his bed.

ew.

I rested my head back on the sofa as I looked around our home. It was the closest thing to home at least.

The outside has a darker feel to it, considering we live in the woods. But the inside has a much more home-y feel to it.

The entry way is connected to the living room which is decorated in a cottage feel. A small grey couch in the middle of the room and a few cushions on the ground for seating as well. A small fireplace for warmth and fairy lights that are made out of fireflies and bottles hang on the walls for a soft glow. Theres a small entry way that leads to the kitchen, It consists of a small island with three bar stools. Theres a door that also hangs off of the living room which is Callum's room. Then there is stairs that lead downstairs to My room and Esme's room/art room plus theres extra rooms but Esme insisted that shes not going to take up anymore room. Callum and I agreed on Esme getting the bigger room due to her art shit. Its smaller than it sounds but nothing a bit of magic cant do.

I get up and head downstairs to my room. Banjo, my owl hoots when he sees me walk in. "Hey bud." I take out my earbuds and set them on my bedside table before I get clothes to take a nice long shower.

•• The next day ••

"We should go to the festival downtown." Esme exclaimed as soon as she stepped threw the living room entry way. Me and Callum just glanced at each other from the couch.

"You just ruined our movie marathon." Callum throws his hands up in the air before crossing them over his chest like a child would. We have this tradition of every two Sundays we have a movie marathon. Esme isn't the type of person to sit down and watch muggle movies for 5 hours straight.

"I don't care Cal Pal. I wanna go do something and the festival sounds like fun!" I just raise my eyebrows at her.

"You do realize the festival isn't like a festival right. People sell random shit that they made for a shit ton of money, when in reality its only 5 dollars." I deadpan looking at her with a bored expression. "Plus its Sunday."

She groans before staring at us, "Fine then ill go with Callum, right Cal Pal?" She gives him a stern look. "There'll be food there to."

His eyes light up in excitement before he looks at me he goes to open his mouth but I beat him to it,"No, i'm not saying it again."

He looks away sad but perks up when he thinks of something, before I can interject again he quickly says,"I'll get you some pretzels and you don't have to pay me back."

"No i'm not using your money. I don't wanna go."

Esme now steps forward, "You don't have to, we'll go." I shake my head.
"Hell to the no, thats not a good idea. Remember what happened last time I let you two goons go of by yourselves, you almost killed Callum."

She only shrugs, which I sigh to. "Bloody hell you guys are fucking annoying."

Damn you Esme.