When I opened that black book for the first time I had no idea that this was where it would lead me—cold, alone, and close to death. The stone floor was damp and the air was freezing. Occasionally a soft, cool breeze would blow. I wanted to get up. I wanted to get out of here. I must have been in a coma because I found that no matter how hard I tried I could not open my eyes. I didn't quite remember how I got where I was. It seemed all a blur. I never imagined that my life would be so short. It was never difficult for a dreamer like me to envision my future. I certainly never envisioned this. Who knew what power one little book could hold? I never would have expected. The first thing that I thought of before I blacked out was my family. How heartbroken would they be when they found out I was dead? But you know who the last person that came to my mind was before my eyes closed? Harry Potter.