Prologue: In two weeks I will be sixteen. Last week Ron would’ve turned seventeen. Chapter 1: People want to relive their memories about him, I don’t. I can’t. It’s too painful.

I didn’t want to push away my friend, really, I didn’t. I couldn’t help it though.

I stood in the middle of the Great Hall contemplating my new situation. I couldn’t just walk up to McGonagall now and ask for a schedule change. Draco would know and then I’d look like an idiot. On the other hand, if I kept my schedule I’d fail half the classes and look just plain stupid.

So here I was, lying on the floor, wondering if it should get up or not. It really was quite useless to go all the way to the Great Hall now. Supper was probably over and Anna probably didn’t think of me soon enough to save me food. I was doomed to die of starvation in a school hallway. This is how pathetic my life had become.

“Is it because of my brother?” I asked before he had gone too far.

” Avada Kedavra!” “Dad!” “Ron!”

“Is it really that hard?”
I turned and saw Draco standing on the opposite wall, looking out the doorway.
“Yes,” I said simply.