Prologue
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
I turned and faced him, defiance caked all over my olive-toned, high cheek-boned face.
"Nothing. I'm actually the happiest, and probably the healthiest I've been in a very long time."
The amount of disdain on his face was sickening.
"It's people like you that inspire You-Know-Who! It's people like you that are what's wrong with the world!"
Hermione gasped in outrage, a look of stormy fury rapidly etching itself across her perfect face. I merely laughed bitterly.
"Do you ever see gay people treating people like their nothing, just because of their ethnicity? Do you ever hear of a gay person stomping on elf rights? Wars are caused by hatred and prejudice against anything different! So, no, I think it's you that's what's wrong with the world."
I turned away from him, and faced Hermione. Faced the girl who had stirred everything up. Faced the girl who had set me free.
"We're leaving. He doesn't own me anymore."
She moved closer to me, her golden hair caressing my face. She reached her arms around my neck, her lips inches from mine.
"He never did."
Our mouths met, and there was a cry of fury. A flash of startling-green light grazed my face as it found its target.
"NO!"