Preface: To Be or Not to Be, That is the Question?

Trembling from the pain and coldness in the dungeon I glimpsed around my barred cell. Brown mud, dirt and annoying black flies…was this my fate to be? Rotting in the state of Azkaban? Inhaling the scent of dying witches and warlocks and their sanity of the world? I hadn't killed my grandfather. I mean, I wasn't insane. I couldn't have, I'm not neurotic or evil. And yet, here I am?

Poor granddad…

I can't remember that night clearly. Only when Snape and McGonagall stupefied me back to reality. I was lost and out of place…disoriented. I didn't know who I was or what I had done. Not until I heard those cold, harsh shrieks of terror, "Murder! MURDER!"

"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE IS DEAD!" Then the flash of electric light…numbness and emptiness sweeping into my very core. What had I done?

Without realizing, I had looked down at my shaking hand, clutching a wooden wand. Thewand that had killed granddad. The magic that had seeped through its very essence had brutalized granddad with the Avada Kedavra killing curse.

I remember everyone looking at me, their face confused and mouths agape. And yet the question lingered in the putrefied air of death- why would Dumbledore's Rina kill her own grandfather?

Then the shrieks of the realization of what had occurred, my hands instantly rose to my petrified face and I began weeping. The warm tears cascaded down, as I looked over the battlement were granddad was lying on the green grass, dead…deceased…forever no more…

Now here I am. Seized by the very magic that produced the killing curse. Snape had immobilized me as Harry frantically watched. I hadn't known when he had come. But the terror and distress was written all over his face. From that moment, my heart had broken in two. Both pieces belonging to two men whom I knew I would never feel their love again.

I couldn't even explain myself. I was wordless and silent. Inside I was moaning and sobbing. I couldn't even…wouldn't even kill my grandfather. And yet I had but with no recollection of it. I was the only witness to the event, oh so I thought. Harry further away from me as I stood alone I could hear began retelling how I had floundered into the room and witnessed me, by my own hands, kill my only living grandfather.

I felt betrayed by Harry and self loathing on myself. Harry couldn't believe that I had done this. I COULDN'T HAVE. I'M DUMBLEDORE'S ONLY GRANDDAUGHTER FOR EFFING SAKE!

I need to focus. I need to think back, all the way back to the start of the year. I need to look for clues, and signs that someone was out to get me- sabotage my family and myself. I need to hope there is a sign that I didn't kill my grandfather- that someone else did. That I was innocent.

I need to remember…