I remember the day I was taken from my lover, my friend and my soul mate.
It was just the beginning of my hell or so I thought.
I didn't remember much of my life, my childhood was gone, my name was gone.
I didn't even know who I was then but I know who I am now, he can't take that from me.
If you are reading this then you are most properly muggle.
So here's a back story for you, you world, your tiny sad world, it's a lie, there are things out there things that would make your skin crawl that would make you cry for you mother, there is witch's and wizards and magic. I have seen things that would scare you to death, experienced things that are so horrible I can't breathe when I think about them. While many of us are good there are people who work to destroy us and all the good in the world. They support a man, a man who causes' so much fear no one dares to say his name. His name is Voldemort and he is the man who wants not only me but all my friends from this life and from a past life dead.
The day I disappeared was the best day of my life then he came, the man who scares me I dare not say his name. No, little muggle, it's not Voldemort, that man does not scare me. This man scares me because he was a man I knew, a man that I trust more then anything. I was so naive to believe he was different then the others.
But know I sit here in his dungeons writing this, naked and scared.
To know my story we have to forward about seventeen years when I was eighteen.
I had had a fun teenage hood I had grown up with parents who loved me and two friends who loved me and could protect me when necessary and I for them.
I'm not one for sentimental moments; I was the one who relied on her books who replied on facts to live. I was called the brightest witch of my age but I didn't know anything else but knowledge so when I stood at the front of the battle field I didn't know that that day my plain life was going to change. My appearance had not changed much in six years, sure I was taller, had straighter teeth but that was all, my unruly hair was still crazy and my body had not blossomed like others. I felt like an equal though when I stood there next to my best friends, we wore black robes. As I stared at the man at my right I remembered him when I met him, he had been short, with fiery hair and dirt on his nose. Ronald Wealsey had grown into his lanky childish body and had become a handsome man. He now stood a good foot taller then me, his hair no longer short was covering his eyes and when he caught me staring he flicked his hair out of eyes and gave me a reassuring smile. I turned to my left and there stood the hero of the whole world. He was as tall as Ron and his black unruly hair was longer having gone almost a year without a hair cut. He had become as well a very handsome man. His eyes stared at me and reflected my own courage. From the very day Harry Potter was born he was destined to be some thing extraordinary. He was destined to save us all and as we stood there staring at Voldemort's army we knew that his destiny and ours was about to be filled.
Looking past Harry and Ron I see the friends we made in the past six years, Ginny, Neville, Fred and George, the teachers of Hogwarts and the Order. We stood there an army of barely a hundred ready to fight an army of thousands. Many of us were barely of age and unexperienced in warfare. Many of us stood there preparing for death, I was prepared for death but not what happened during that fight. I could die for Harry and for the good of all. We all could.
The other side let off a red spark into the sky, it had begun.
Harry lifted his wand, his eyes glinting with adrenaline and courage. He turned to Ron and me, his lips forming a small smile, "I love you." He whispered and took my hand, with my wand in my hand I grabbed Ron's hand, I smiled at them both, "See ya' on the other side." Ron just nodded, with that we marched forward our wards held at our side. We marched to our death.
The moment we moved spells went off. I am a calm person normally but the moment the spells went off I began to fight furiously.
I don't remember how many I killed; the war was a blur to me.
I was standing on the edge of the lake on the edge of the battle, my wand silencing another deatheater, I did not remove his mask I did not dare see the face of the man I had killed. The unveiling of the dead would happen at the end of the war.
While the war was loud barley anyone spoke more then spells, this was not time for personal feuds this was our job and destiny, so I was surprised when I heard clapping coming from behind me, twirling around my wand at the ready I did not expect to see an unmasked deatheater, and I did not expect to recognise him. Peter Pettigrew.
"How did you escape?" He asked causally as though we were not in the middle of a fight.
"You!" I did not react to his question I just knew that I had to fight him, for Harry's parents, for Sirius Black and for Remus Lupin. I sent a curse to him sending him back into the water of the lake. I walked up to him and jabbed my wand under his throat.
"Avada-" I was cut off from the killing curse by Pettigrew grabbing my wand and kicking my stomach pushing me down into the water, my head hit the rocky floor of the lake and my vision started to blur and as my mind went blank, Peter Pettigrew stood above me and whispered an unknown spell and a purple light hit my chest.
I trying to lift my head but before I could I fell into the darkness of my mind.