"Your daughter is more powerful than you anyway, but your magic has passed on to her too. She needs this." Before I could run, footsteps started toward the door. I darted back upstairs, but not before I saw a flash of light from the corner of my eye, and heard the woman mutter soemthing. Obliviate. Immediately I felt a haze come over me, and I drowsily staggered into my room and climbed back into bed. I fell asleep fast, but still heard Mum's last words.

"Harry Potter is dead, Luna Lovegood."