Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~nostalgia~

Today I suddenly just was filled with nostalgia. This started with me cleaning my room and finding back my wand, my good old wand. Also I found a picture of the four of us under my bed, which made me extra sad me and Kyle aren't on good terms anymore. My whole room suddenly remaindered me of my Hogwarts time, it was overwhelming, I needed to get rid of it. I decided to go for a walk, and to take my wand with me for some reason.

Aimless I wandered around the city, until I stood in front of a wall. Instinctively I took out my wand and touched a certain brick. This made the whole wall fall apart. I'm in Diagon Alley, I can still see it. I didn't lose every magic part of me. After that personal triumph I discover something peculiar. When I was here with James ages ago these streets were crowded, now nobody is there, and the shops seem pretty closed, even that successful Weasley shop around the corner. All that's hearable is the noise I make, and the wind blowing against the shop bells. Something just doesn't feel right. Diagon Alley feels like a ghost town to me, not like the Place To Be it used to be. A lot has been happening in the magic world when I was gone, that's sure.