The idea behind this collection of stories comes from films like "New York, I Love You" and "Paris, J'taime" where you get short episodes of a person/s lives and occasionally they intertwine with others around them who are on their own separate journeys.

Each of the writers on this account will add their own short story and it will grow so we are seeing multiple lives happening at once.

The first story is by Liam...

Luna had always admired courage, this was just one of the many reasons why she loved Harry Potter. He was the greatest friend that anyone could possibly ask for. He was kind, loving and gentle. However his is a tortured soul, tortured and scarred by all the nightmares of his past. The death of Cedric lost him his innocence, he had to grow up to fast but I love him anyway. However through all this he still manages to cry with us, laugh with us and still be himself.

It was in the in the Entrance Hall that I was meeting him today.

"Hey Luna" he said " there's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up would you like to go, Christmas holidays and all"

"Sure, we can go to the Three Broomsticks, I haven't been there since last year"

As the day of the Hogsmeade trip dawned, a thick blanket of snow had fallen across the castle. At eleven O'clock the pair descended the castle steps, snow still falling thick and fast as they slowly trudged down the long winding path towards the village, chatting idly about nothing in particular.

After a brief walk around the village and shops, they together declared it to be too cold and entered the Three Broomsticks to grab a Butterbeer. It was at this time that they heard it. The voice of the man that made blood run cold, the man that made every man, women and child tremor in fear, he had breached Hogsmeade along with his Death Eaters. The one voice that all people knew meant death, that much was inevitable.

"Well well, what do we have here, itty bitty baby Potter and his blood traitor friend" Voldemort taunted.

They were here for school, everyone knew it, people ran and shrieked in terror, diving behind cover and cowering in fear at the earliest opportunity.

"Luna" he shouted above the screaming people "grab as many people as you can and go, get Dumbledore"

"Harry, no, not without-

"I LOVE YOU LUNA, GO, JUST GO"

All I could was watch in terror as he raced up the hill towards Voldemort. He had done this so many times, yet he still blindly refused help, preferring to fight alone, something he blamed on his upbringing. He did nothing but fought for the greater good. I can feel it, this could be your last fight, the last time I see you my love, your destiny must be fulfilled, the prophecy completed. I can do nothing, you are a hero, courageous and powerful.

I think as he leave "there he goes, our hope, our dreams, good luck Harry, fight well, fight hard. I do not want to but I must leave, do as you say, I will not let you down. Not ever."

"One last thing Harry I love you, My Harry, I will not forget you"

Then in the corner of my eye I see it. The hopes. The dreams. The love. All gone in a flash of green light.

Next we will see an encounter between Hermione and Draco written by Rhiannon...

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