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I can't keep going on like this. I can't keep losing the people I love and care about. First Cedric, then Sirius, and most recently, Dumbledore.

We have to do something, and we need to do it now. Harry and I have lost too mush already. I can't bare to lie anyone else. I don't think I could survive.

I look over at my brother as we pack our personal belongings. He stares into a shard of silver glass, then tosses it in a lumpy rucksack. I grab the locket and place it in there as well. Then a Daily Prophet clipping entitled: Dumbledore Remembered.

A notebook I've filled with scribbling a on Horcruxes is added next. Harry gives the rucksack a shake, then glances about to see if we've forgotten anything. The room looks as if it's been bottled up and shaken. Dresser drawers turned out, floor covered in detritus.

"Come now, Dudley. Hurry up!"

Harry and I step to the window, peering to the driveway below. Uncle Vernon rolls a large steamer trunk towards his car, followed by Dudley, who tugs an equally large trunk of his own. I look over to Harry.

"Time for the teary farewell." He smirks slightly at my joke.

"Don't worry, Mia. I'm sure we'll all keep in touch." I let out a small laugh. The first time I've laughed in weeks.

Harry and I drop down the stairs. The house feels barren, desolate. Aunt Petunia stands at the mouth of the kitchen, looking around. Seeing her, we come to a stop.

"I've lived in this house twenty years. And now, in a single night, I'm expected to leave." She whispers.

"They'll torture you. Even Dudley." I tell her.

"If they think you know where we're going, they'll stop at noth-" Harry tries to reason with her. But she cuts him off.

"You think I don't know that? You think I don't know what they're capable of?" Her eyes pierce Harry's. "You both didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister."

Harry studies her, both of us taken aback. "Do you have any? Magic?"

"What a cruel thing to ask." She lightly glares.

"Thank you." I tell her. She raises an eyebrow at me. "For everything you've done for us."

"Don't." She puts a hand up to stop me. "Please, don't." Then walls out the door.

Uncle Vernon tests the strap binding the trunks to a small trailer hitched to the back of the Dursley car, then squints awkwardly at my brother and I.

"Well, this is goodbye then." He says. Harry and I, standing by the front door, nod, then eye Petunia, who sits in the front passenger seat, a ghost behind the glass.

"I don't understand. Aren't they coming with us?" Dudley asks his father.

"Who?"

"Harry and Mia."

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Well, because, they don't want to." Vernon turns to us. "Do you?"

"Absolutely not." Harry answers.

"Besides, we're just a waste of space. Isn't that right, Vernon?" Uncle Vernon stares hard at me.

"Come on, Dudley, we're off." Uncle Vernon starts for the car. Dudley hesitates, then crosses the lawn to Harry and I, extends his hand.

"I don't think you're a waste of space."

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