"Switzerland, here I come," I muttered to myself as I held on to my broomstick. I had decided to fly; it was simply the easiest, even though it might not be the fastest, way to get there. I wasn't a fan of flying, but I was willing to do anything to put my family out of danger.
My family. I missed them so much already. Sirius's barking laugh and stubbornness, Harry's sweet smile and willing help and hugs. I had forced myself not to write a letter to them when I stopped in France, because it would help ease the temptation of going home.
Home. Rose Cottage with its ivy and roses stretching up the brick, the warm , light kitchen, the kettle on the stove. The cozy living room with furry rugs and plush couches. My own four poster bed, which was the most comfortable bed imaginable.
No! I had to stop thinking of Ho--Rose Cottage. I had to build myself a new life so I don't hurt any of the ones I love. I would miss Britain, and my friends, but maybe it was better this way.
As I flew over the France border, my wand buzzed and twirled. "Point me," I muttered and watched as the wand pointed down. "Well. May as well head that way then," I mused.
Maybe there would be chocolate.
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Rescued
RandomHarry Potter, age four, has been rescued by Remus Lupin and Sirius Black from the vicious and ruthless Dursleys.
