A Quiet Life in Mystic Falls

Mystic Falls

Dear diary

A lot's changed since we last spoke. We all made the foolish assumption that because Voldemort is dead that the war was over. The truly loyal death eaters like Bellatrix went on a rampage against me, but instead of trying to kill me. She killed my family, my friends. Ron, Hermione, the rest of the Weasley's, Neville, Luna all gone. Even Professor McGonagall and Hagrid are gone. With the help of the Ministry all of them are now rounded up. A monument was places at Hogwarts with the figures of my closest friends myself among them. They have everyone else's names written below.

But without the people I cared for, Hogwarts was too painful to see. Hogwarts was no longer my home. Britain was no longer my home.

I fled. I fled like a coward to America where wizards and witches are not as familiar with me; they have schools like the Muggles to help them to blend in. A modernised wizarding society, then of course the wiccans who didn't know about the other race of magic walking among them.

I hoped the town of Mystic Falls would be Muggle filled where nobody would know my name.

To them I would be the Azalea Potter, the new girl from England.

I wish I could go back and change everything. But I can't. Never in my life have I felt more alone. As I move in to my new house I hope that with time I can look back at the memories I have with my loved ones and cherish them without the hole in my heart burning me. For now I will put on an act. The Muggles won't suspect my pain. Just like my friends never truly knew the torture I endured at the Dursleys.

Azalea Potter put down her red covered diary and hid it behind her pads in her dressing table draw. She skipped over to her wardrobe taking out a pair of jeans and a light buttercup yellow baggy shirt to laze around the house in tying her hair up she went down the stairs to make herself a cup of tea and breakfast, once armed with tea and toast she made her way to the sofa.

There was a knock at the door. Curious, she answered it. A girl her age, she had an olive completion, the pretty brunette with the brown eyes smiled. The woman was had auburn hair, she seemed like a cool sister.

"Hi I'm Elena and this is my Aunt Jenna," the girl said gesturing to the pale woman.

"Hi I'm Azalea," she said and gestured for them to come in.

"What a pretty name," Jenna said as they entered the warm cosy looking sitting room. Each room had been specifically decorated, her sitting room looked like a mini common room she had a red feature wall the rest a gentle cream, her mahogany floor as a contrast a furry red rug between her red sofa and glass table, her favourite pictures dotted on the walls. The largest above the fire was a large canvas with Hogwarts painted upon it. All of her personal ones were in the locked room upstairs.

"Thank you, I just go by Lea, Azalea's a mouthful."

"Wow, where did you get that?" Elena asked her, pointing at the picture above the fireplace.

"I painted it."

"Where is it, it's beautiful," Jenna asked.

"It's my boarding school in Scotland,"

"Makes me think of what I would imagine Hogwarts to look like," Elena smiled.

"I'm sorry," Azalea gasped, did they know? Where they magic? Damn, not even one day.

"You know the Harry Potter books," she said smiling. "The fourth one is coming out soon." Elena said.

"Oh yeah," what the hell was going on?