I sat at the head table and looked out on the students, I would miss them. My head turned to the head mistress, standing tall with her severe look lightened immensely by the flying Gryffindor banners. Everyone knew that Minerva favored the Gryffindors even though she never said so. Then she spoke in a voice creased with age, "I'm sure you know but it is my duty to announce to you that the winner of this years house cup will be awarded to GRYFFINDOR!"

On the last word her face lit up with enthusiasm and her voice got quite louder. Most of the teachers' broke into smiles that were matched by Minerva. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers and a glance in their direction revealed so many smiles that you couldn't help but smile. Even the Slytherins smiled as the food appeared and they began to eat. As I looked out on all the kids smiling and laughing I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye, this feast marked my first and last year as DADA teacher. I would miss these kids so much; over the time I had spent here I had met some pretty remarkable students and had the pleasure of teaching many of them.

I had to leave the castle on Minerva's orders, yet I didn't begrudge her for it- it was the rules that any teacher that was involved had to leave. I remembered the day I met him clearly in my head and didn't regret it for the world.

I was lying on the Hammock at the beach, extremely close to the water. The beach was deserted- surrounded by spells I had cast. I listened to the waves crash against the shore until I fell asleep. I didn't even wake up as a man set up a hammock next to mine and lay staring at me until he too fell asleep. I awoke to the sound of hard rain and the uncomfortable sensation of rain pounding my chest. I sat up with a start noticing the huge waves pounding the shore that had been riled up so much by the storm that they were a dirty brown. I turned and saw a man and was so set on getting off the beach I didn't stop to think how the man had gotten here. Instead I nudge the sleeping man and noticed his muscled arms and soft skin. He awoke with a start looking unhappy, "What are you…" he trailed off noticing the waves, "Run, run, run!"

I ran as hard as I could and stopped only once to look up as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. In that one-minute I got too close to the waves and a wave wrapped around my feet and tried to pull me out to sea with it. The minute I felt my feet leave the ground I felt warm hands holding mine and looked up to see the man grabbing my hands and pulling my out the wave. As the wave pulled harder so did the man, his eyes were squeezed shut in pain. The extra effort and I was pulled from the wave, my stomach scraping against the grainy sand. I felt the wave lick my feet one last time before receding into the water. Before another wave could crash on top of me the man grabbed me and held me close to his chiseled chest.

He ran and I could fell each step as his feet pounded across the sand. In minutes we were under the cover of the trees and he took the moment to look down into my eyes, his violet eyes full of worry. He didn't say anything before turning and running quickly toward a small hut in the distance. When we reached it I realized it was just a lean-to that must have been abandoned years ago because it was overgrown with plants. I wasn't going to complain though- shelter was shelter. The man laid me down and sat next to me, his face an open page of concern. I took the chance to look down at my chest where it hurt from being scraped. I saw blood covering my chest and noticed my bikini top was missing. The man noted my concern and spoke, "I'll help you, it's okay. The name's quinsigamond by the way.