Written for the iPod Challenge.

Day Eight.

A fight was all she needed

To give her reason

She slammed the door with no goodbye

And knew that it was time

She Walked Away

(Barlow Girls)

Everyone knew that when Harry Potter came to Hogwarts that things would change, and most people were guessing for the worst. Pomona Sprout was no exception, and seven years after the famous child had walked into her classroom for the first time, she found herself in the middle of a war.

Oh, she didn't blame him – not at all. He was only a little kid, how could she blame him? His destiny had been thrust upon him, and had he ignored it, he probably would have destroyed the Wizarding world. Pomona respected him for that. Still, she couldn't help but wish that he hadn't arrived at Hogwarts.

Everything had changed. At the moment, she was fighting for her life, and everybody else's, apparently. After so many years of being frightened of the heightening evil, Pomona was, in the strangest way, pleased that the great battle had finally begun. The building up of anxiety had collapsed, and now everyone was left with, well, nothing. They were simply acting on impulse and shooting spells everywhere.

There was complete silence when the battle ended. It didn't last long though, and soon strangled cries and yells were echoing through the halls. For Pomona, this was the final straw. She had fought along side her colleagues, friends and students. She had done everything that was required of her, and she wasn't quite sure how much more of that she could take.

The atmosphere of Hogwarts had changed. Even though You-Know-Who was officially dead and gone, the discomfort was thick in the air. Pomona no longer felt safe at Hogwarts.

And after leaving the gates that fateful night, she swore never to return.