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2 years later

Maybelle Cliffdane

I was late for my last day of work. Pathetic.

Penelope had spilled her cheerios all over the apartment floor in the middle of a temper tantrum, all because she couldn't velcro her bloody sneakers.

After cleaning the floor of spilt milk, calling Chloe from across the hall to babysit, running out the door in a coat and formal pants to Grand Central Station, I hopped onto a crowded subway train to the Woolworth Building in Manhattan.

I stepped into the revolving doors, waving my wand at the carved owl overhead, giving me leeway into the Congress.

The entryway to the building was cathedral-like, packed with witches and wizards; as a former death eater I'd had to climb my way to the top of the chain to even earn some respect, not only as a bearer of the dark mark, but as a woman. Luckily, I'd proved the rumors of my help to The Order during The Battle of Hogwarts to be true, and was now valued by many high ranking individuals.

I'd debated staying in New York City to finish off the final two of my four year sentence, but I'd already decided to split them between here and The Ministry the moment I left the hospital. Going back to London was a difficult decision, but it was one I was determined to take.

I had nearly done it; I was just missing a piece.

I was this close to creating an effective obliviation reversal potion.

I stuffed myself into the elevator as I pressed the button for the 31st floor.

"Morning, Miss Cliffdane,"

"Morning Kelly," I nodded towards my unit chief, heels clicking along the halls of the MACAUSA's Healing Department.

"How's Penelope doing with the news?" she stood, swiping a strand of hair from her messy bun as she followed after me, clipboard in hand.

"She's a bit upset. I'm sure she'll miss her ballet friends, but London has a nice program," I smiled somberly, waving my wand as to open the doors, the healers in our unit already tending to patients.

"Well, we've been incredibly lucky to have you," she gave me a small pat on the shoulder, striding off in her baby blue blouse and navy pencil skirt to consult with families.

I worked in a very specific area of the healing department; I worked for the special victims unit, as a healer for those affected in those specific crimes. I'd not only been trained in particular ways of healing, but in both psychology and criminal profiling.

My job in London would be exactly the same, other than being in New York, of course.

I quite enjoyed my job. Getting lost in cases along with the constant problem solving worked my brain away from the memories of Draco and I. The chaos of the chase made my adrenaline rush.

Nearly everything in my apartment had been provided by The Ministry, so I only had to pack up Penelope and I's personal belongings.

Saying goodbye to my work friends would be the most difficult, especially my team. Andre, Sable, Kelly, Roman and I had solved the most cases out of any unit in the building; in the little time I'd been with them they'd been my closest friends.

The violence I saw on a daily basis never interfered with the love of my job, or the love for my daughter. For my sake she'd been gifted with wavy brown hair; unfortunately her eyes were a bright shade of blue. I couldn't look at her directly for an extended amount of time without breaking down.