Bellona Potter woke up with a start. Ever since the big war, she rarely slept the whole night, but she thought she had been getting better. Shaking off the covers, she stood up and got out of her bed. As she walked towards the open window, she thought about her situation. As of now, Voldemort had finally been vanquished, and only a few true deatheaters remained. But she could feel the weight of her world slowly dragging her down. There was so much sadness surrounding her and her family. Ron and Hermione had finally gotten together and were getting married in a few months, and even Ginny had found some bloke in her life. But underneath all the happiness and celebrations was the underlying tone of sadness. When Ron proposed, everyone was ecstatic. But Bellona didn't miss the whispers and side conversations.

I wish Fred was here to see this.

Remus would've loved that.

Even little Teddy, who had just recently said his first words, could feel that something was off. Bellona was shaken from her thoughts with a knock at her door.

"Come in," she said softly. She glanced at the clock to see it flashing 7:00. Huh. Maybe she really was sleeping better. She looked up to see Hermione slipping inside.

"Hey, Mione. What's up?"

Hermione looked down at her feet. She seemed almost…hesitant.

"Just spit it out," she said looking back out the window. Hermione walked closer and sat down on the bed.

"Ron and I noticed how you've been acting lately and well, we're concerned." Her doe-y brown eyes looked up to meet Bellona's bright green ones.

"What do you mean, how I've been acting?"

"You seem restless all the time. And your guard is always up,"

Bellona looked away at that. It was easier to not let anyone in than let everyone in and get hurt.

"So Ron and I have been talking, and we think you should move away." She finished the last part of her sentence quickly.

"WHAT?"

Hermione winced.

"Hush! There are people still sleeping!"

I shut my mouth but crossed my arms.

"And please enlighten me as to why in the BLOODY HELL I should move away from my only family? Especially since you and Ronnykins are eloping in a couple months!"

"It would only be for a little while," Mione said, taking her hands.

"And you could come back up and visit for our wedding! It would be the perfect excuse to get out for a while, and then come back and see us."

Bellona sighed and looked down. It was true, she had been itching to get out of London. All it did was remind her of the war. But where would she go? She looked up to voice this to Hermione, but she just smiled.

"I've already researched all the different places, and I've found the perfect one." She pulled out a manila folder and handed it to the girl across from her. Bellona took it and opened it. Raising a delicate eyebrow, she looked up at her friend and said,

"Mystic Falls?"

Hermione nodded encouragingly. "It's supposed to be quiet and out of the way; perfect for what you need. Plus, you can still practice your magic without being bothered."

Bellona was quiet for a moment. On one hand, she didn't really want to leave her only family alone when there were still revolts from random deatheaters happening. On the other hand, however, she really did want to get the hell out of here. It was driving her crazy, trying to be exactly how everyone wanted her to be. The idea that she could go somewhere where people didn't know who she was and settle down was very appealing. She stayed silent for a few moments longer, before looking up at her best friend.

"When do I leave?"

The next few hours were really fucking busy. Hermione had informed her that her plane left in four hours, and she had three to get ready. Bellona cast charms on all of her bags to make them able to hold endless amounts of stuff, which was great for moving furniture. She ended up fitting all of her belongings into 2 checked bags and a carry-on. After she was all packed, she hopped in the shower. In all honesty, Bellona had three main ways of dealing with stress: sleeping, eating, and showering. Since she was unable to do two of those three things, she opted for the shower. After she was all squeaky clean, she dressed in a pair of black leggings and a large, light gray sweater that said WEASLEY on the back in all caps. She had stolen it from Ginny a while ago and she was never giving it back. She grabbed her Newbalences and some ankle socks, and braided her long, dark hair into a simple braid that fell down her back. She came downstairs and walked over to the fireplace with Hermione in tow. Ron was already at the Burrow, which was their next destination. Using Floo powder, they were there in a matter of seconds with Bellona's luggage in tow. Goodbyes were said, and then Hermione apparated her to the airport.

"Have you ever actually been in an airport before?" Hermione asked her best friend, who shook her head in a silent no.

"Alright it's pretty easy to navigate. You go past security and follow the signs to your gate. I cast a few charms on your bags to ensure that they don't go off when they go through security, but you'll only be taking that one with you on the plane," she pointed to the backpack that was on her back.

Bellona nodded and then gave her friend a huge hug.

"I'll miss you a lot Mione. Thank you so much for setting this up for me."

"Of course Bells. And I'll come and visit you just as much as you'll come and visit us." With one last squeeze, Bellona walked over to security and didn't look back once.

The plane ride was boring and uneventful. Or at least, as uneventful it can be for a person flying for the first time. Besides the initial feeling she got when she was pushed back into her seat as the plane lifted off, everything was all good. When she got off, she eventually found her way to where she picked up her checked bags. From there, she picked up her car that Ron had gotten her, and began the 2-hour drive to the small town of Mystic Falls. What she would find there, she wasn't sure. But Bellona Potter knew that she was going to shake this little town up to its very core.