Someone Else's Story

Someone Else's Story

She stood in the doorway, her cold cerulean eyes forlornly scanning the atrium; stagnate. In her hands she held a weighty brown leather suitcase, packed to the brim with her possessions. She had even rented one of those muggle contraptions, a car was it? That too was stock full of suitcases and the sort. There was nothing left, not even a stray whiff of perfume, of the woman who had once occupied these unfeeling halls.

It was better this way. Well, at least that's what she kept telling herself.

She could stay; it would be simple. She could forget the ruthless arguments and high pitched voices, the bruises and the never-ending pain. She had done it easily before, forgotten his faults and daydreamed of that wondrous man she had married. But, that man was dead. Voldemort had made sure of that.

She had had enough of playing their games. She wanted nothing more to do with the death eaters or that demon. They were on the wrong side, that was evident. Voldemort would be defeated by Albus and that Potter boy eventually. At least, she could hope for such an occurrence.

But, where would Draco be?

She had been the one to fend off Lucius for the past few years. Those mad talks of letting her baby boy become one of those devils. Sadly, she knew she was too late. Her son was too far gone, too much like his father to be saved. She had to let go, let her son choose his own destiny. Hopefully, he would open his eyes and realize his folly. But, that was about as likely as Lucius himself denouncing the Dark Lord.

She was making the right decision.

Nothing more to say, nowhere else to turn. She hadn't even been living her own life the past few years. She just watched appallingly from the sidelines, screaming at the top of her lungs for mercy; for salvation. But, salvation never came. She would be her own savior, she would fly on her own.

She released one more sigh and squared her shoulders. She could do this, she would do this. She would live her own story, not someone else's fabricated life. Her failings would fade with the years, and maybe, just maybe she could find happiness further down the line.

With a small smile rested upon her cherry lips, she walked out the door.

Out of someone else's life.