I awake and in the darkness I search for my brother's loving hand. But this time, he's not here.
How silly can I be?
I'm in the Wizarding Games, and I expect my brother to be here, stuck up a palm tree with me?
He might've been good company though.
Voldemort had killed him a few months ago. I heard about it after my friends passed the news to me. Father said it was a curse. My friends said it was Lord Voldemort.
I was angry and alone.
But then, Voldemort fashioned a wizarding tournament, and the last man standing in the tournament gets to duel with him.
I was thirsty for revenge!
This tournament has already lasted three months and it had forty-eight competitors competing.
Twenty-four wizards and witches were hand-picked from Hogwarts, and twenty-four from Durstrang. Viktor Krum was competing before he was vaporised in a blast.
My brother Albus Severus Potter won the last tournament, and duelled with Lord Voldemort.
Albus almost won.
But then, he tripped! What the ruddy hell?
I am of six wizards left in the stupid tournament. Adar Richards, Fred Weasley, Arthur Longbottom, James Potter and Scorpious Malfoy are the last ones.
I'm really the only girl here.
I have to kill friends and family to defeat Voldemort. It will make me a ruthless killer if I survive. But I'm a Potter. I'll survive somehow.
I am Lily Luna Potter.