“NO!” Harry yelled, attempting to protect me.

“Please! Kill me, don’t kill Harry!” I yelled to Voldemort.

“No! Ali, You’re not doing this!” Harry yelled at me.

“Harry, I have to!-”

“Bellatrix! Take the Mudblood away! Do what you want to it.” Voldemort sneered.

 
 
 
 
 
 

My room had a bathroom in it, I went in there to get ready for bed, I found my potion sitting on the counter next to the sink. I measured out a little in a cup and took the potion. I suddenly began to feel nauseous, and my head started spinning, images of Bellatrix filled my mind. I looked into the mirror, and there she was standing behind me, with a dagger in her hand, and wicked smile on her face.
 

Only one person knew about my secret, Hermione. Ginny was slowly starting to figure it out. And Draco used it against me later that year.

I was madly in love with Harry James Potter.


 
 
 
 
 

 A firework shot into the air it spelled out the phrase ‘Marry me, Ali. Love, Harry’. I immediately looked at Harry and he smiled getting down on one knee.