PREFACE

It was automatic. I was running my heart out. Not sure where to go because there was nowhere to hide. They're now everywhere. They know everything that I do and what I've been keeping. I'm all on my own now. There's no one to save me.

I stopped in front of the castle's main door. Surprised, Professor Snape was there, only a few feet away from me. Crabbe and Goyle coming down the two stairways on the other sides with their wands out, pointing directly at me. Ready to attack whenever I make a run. I was trapped. They're the only ones brave enough to do that, heartless ones. All was planned. They're going to kill me.

I looked at them, eyes wide, breathing through my mouth. And there was Draco, I turned to look at him, but the last thing I saw was a guilty Draco. A look that somewhat tells that he didn't want any of these to happen. To me, to everyone, to him. And that someone might have ordered him and them to go to the dark side and be evil.

Then after that, Professor cast a spell at my back and there was nothing I saw but a vast of black.

CHAPTER 1: THE SAME PERSPECTIVE

Another year at Hogwarts. What a foolish thought. I've been lying to myself through all those years. Well, except for the fact that it is my home away from home and nothing else. And the statement that the only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing again is him. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy It is pretty weird that a non-British, Gryffindor girl is attracted to a boy from the Slytherin house. The enemy as they say, but not for me.

As I was thinking about this thought all over again at the same spot every year, I haven't noticed my two obnoxious friends questioning me.

"Still thinking the thing you've been keeping eh?" was all Romeir said, "all these years?". He doesn't really know about the whole "attraction" thing, but he does know that I've been keeping a secret, a very restricted thing for six years.

"Um, yeah, as usual." clearly obvious, I answered with my casual-American tone.

"Well, as annually as we always do, she still won't tell until our very last day in Hogwarts." Celine just stated the obvious too. As always.

"Yep. So don't get your hopes up. You mean, 'until the last day of my life'." kidding around.

"You really think that you'll die?" I guess no one laughed. Why so serious?

"I'm not actually saying that I will die pretty soon. We'll all die. Anytime, maybe when we're older?" sounded more like a question. "all I'm saying is, that I think this secret of mine is becoming more dangerous as the days and years go by. There. I just gave you all a hint. So stop bugging me around about it. I will never tell." I just emphasized the word for them to shut up at last. That's all I can say, honestly.

"Alright then, we won't get our hopes up like you said. There. Rest in peace." I just rolled my eyes at Celine, who began to laugh with Romeir. Our first conversation in the sixth year went annoyingly like that.

I can't see him though. He's at the other side of the train. And there's no possibility that he'll ever come here or even walk here. We stink for him. So I'll just accept that fact and don't expect. I'm already disappointed and hopeless. I don't want to suffer from that again. He's probably in there with Parkinson and the rest of the house as every day of the year. Got used to it already.

I was lost in my trail of thought when Romeir suddenly put up a scary topic, the most famous one.

"Did you hear about the Death Eaters?"

"Oh yes! They've been taking away lives including the muggles." I watched Celine answer, chewing a chocolate truffle which she bought again. And as expected furthermore because of their excitement to talk about this, it was Romeir's turn. This time a more serious topic for him.

"That it is because of Potter." I'm not surprised with that. Poor Romeir. Didn't impress me. And now, the argue will begin. Silent and updated with the topic, I just looked at those two feeling disappointed that they came up with this old and uninteresting topic. I'm not bragging. That's just the truth. Celine's turn.

"It really is, but some witnesses said that the Death Eaters have this scary-looking symbol on their wrists. They say it looks like a skull with a snake wrapped around and it served as the base. I'm not really sure."

"I think I can picture that in my mind. But it's all blurry."

Now, I was shocked by that. I'm lying again. There are really two secrets I've been keeping from everyone. Distracted of the attraction thing, I forgot all about the other thing. The most recent one. During my last days in London- not the wizarding world, I keep on dreaming the same vision every night. It as a boy, not a man, he was young. I only saw the arm, a fair complexion of a teenage boy just the same as our age. There was the symbol Romeir and Celine are talking about, tattooed on the left arm of the boy. I was sure that I saw a very clear picture in my mind, the same descriptions of Celine. And then the boy spoke, almost crying, "I have to kill you. Otherwise, he's going to kill me." And then there it was, the arm was gone, and anew arm with a wand casted a spell I'm not familiar with, for it is not been taught to us yet. Or maybe it will never be. I haven't really heard the spell. Then after that scene, there's a flash of white and I woke up. Middle of the night, catching my breath, scared of that nightmare. That's all I was seeing. That's it.

I haven't noticed I fell asleep on Celine's shoulder and I was interrupted again. It was Romeir waking me up.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty! Reality is here." Scratching my eyes, I saw the lights on and the outside dark with deep forests. We're here. Kind of excited and scared at the same time. I began to think about my dream, maybe that is me and the boy's going to kill me but he didn't really want to. He was only doing it because someone's going to kill him too. I don't know. It can happen in the future. That would be crazy. I just shuddered at that thought and stood up, stretching. But there is only one major question running through my brain: If it is not that significant, then why does it always show up in my dreams? Just forget it. The dream just probably got lost and came to me accidentally.

"That was nice. You should have listened to our topic further. It became more interesting." Celine, getting her things. We will just let the crowd outside pass and then we go. I also fixed my things.

"Absolutely. We came up with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Romeir sided her.

"Uh-huh." Okay, I'm the one lost. Fine. "I don't care of that stupid topic." Shrugging.

"Of course you're not. All you care about is that stupid secret of tours that come up every year at Hogwarts." I hate kidding around with Celine. She started it again. The two lunatics started laughing and I looked at them with the evil eye.

"Fine. I won't start. That's it. That's all it." Celine defended between laughs.

"Ugh." I only said as I slid the door open and stepped outside the compartment with the crowd in front of me. I'm better off with my own than be stuck with them, non-stop talking. I thought. And then I saw him, alone in their section, thinking deeply and eyeing suspiciously at something. That's normal. Don't mind him. I said to myself as the crowd at my back pushed me out of the train's main door.

*My first ever story according to my wild imaginations and fantasies. I'm terribly sorry if it's not that good. I'm only young and still kind of trying. Please review if you like my first chapter and if you're looking forward for more (I accept feedbacks or criticisms. But not too harsh) so I can add more chapters to it and make it better. It's only the start and the main climax is in the furthermore chapters where the tragedy really is.