I can't say that I've been always aspired to heroism. I like to help people. I could not pass by those who needed support or a helping hand. This is my nature. I grew up studying at the Gryffindor. Half of my life I was accompanied by them. My friends. My great and good friends - Harry and Ron. Although, they were blockheads and they always find adventure on their heads, those boys showed me true friendship.

I cherish Harry, and always worried about him as a brother. I liked Ron. Always. These feelings were innocent and pure. They were mutual, caused a flutter of butterflies under the diaphragm and knocked the breath when our hands accidentally touched. Despite his eccentricity and boyish folly, which is common to most children his age, i loved him.

I wasn't afraid to stay absolutely alone with Ron, as it was with Victor. Yes, he was interesting and nice guy, but Viktor Krum always scared me. He had huge personality and I was almost crushed by his rough energy. The silence with which he touched my hair in the library, forced me to pull my foot nervously under the table. No, not from fear. I've had a feeling that something was wrong. But, with Ron everything was different. I got used to his presence near.

In those years, we were determined and confident that tomorrow will come soon, the sun will warm our faces with its first rays of the morning, and cobblestones will finally fall down from our souls. Our lives should be different. Harry would have been with his parents, and the Weasley family wouldn't bear the burden of the traitors on his shoulders. Sirius Black would invite us for the Christmas holidays and he could've argue with Remus which one of their years at Hogwarts was the best. But now they are gone. Dead. All because of him: Lord Voldemort.

I let myself to call him like that only in my thoughts. Taboos are still valid, and I don't want problems. And before I'll tell you why I call him the Dark Lord, let me explain what I had lost.

To begin with, that Tom Riddle created one more Horcrux. And it was not just a thing that belongs to someone from the founders - he made it into the Sorting Hat. Clever decision, right? How many years that magical artifact was distributing wizards to the houses but no one guessed. I think that hat always knew what she really was. That's why Peter Pettigrew was in Gryffindor and became friendly with marauders, and Professor Snape, with its potential for heroism and courage, appeared in Slytherin. It's like Horcrux had a clairvoyance, hat looked into the our destiny and she had combined pieces of the puzzle beneficial to Dark Lord's way.

Moreover, not only Tom Riddle had the Horcrux. Bellatrix Lestrange, learned about immortality. She cranked out a scam, killed one of the Muggles and had put a part of her soul in the great-grandmother's necklace. Neither puppeteer Dumbledore nor legiliment Snape never knew about it. Dark Lord trusted Lestrange, and only them. Rodolphus brought them back to life - no less crazy than his wife Bella. He was so obsessed with the idea that he died during the ritual from bleeding.

When the magical world was celebrating victory, somewhere in the dungeons of family mansion, Bella and Tom were gradually gaining strength. Ministry of Magic at that time was not restored yet. Dark Lord's allies were hiding. From Azkaban was not much good, Dementors have refused to return. The third parish provoked a storm of fear. People hid in their homes, unable to believe that this is real. Now everyone was for himself. He came back, again, faster and found all allies. It's so strange that he didn't kill them all. Because they're almost betrayed him.

Perhaps he wanted to return everything that was until his death. No matter with whom, the main thing - to recreate the cup of power in their hands.

Harry couldn't feel him, he's is no longer a Horcrux. He never imagined that Riddle, like a ghost, will appear in the meadow and kill Ginny, and then, Harry. Meanwhile Bella was waiting at the entrance to the Weasley house. First, she took revenge on Molly, then, Bellatrix noticed indoors George and Percy. Arthur tried to send a Patronus to Kingsley, but got unforgivable of the Dark Lord. Arthur's message reached us cut short.

I was in Australia and tried to return the memory to my parents, when the Order of the Phoenix contacted with me.

They have killed almost all the Weasley family. Only Fleur Bill and Charlie survived, who just with a happy coincidence stayed in Romania.

Slowly sliding to the floor, I was accepting the fact that they are gone. I don't have anyone. Ginny, Harry and Ron. I have not had time to give all the love that has accumulated in my mind for years. I reproached myself. Ron really wanted to accompany me on the road to Australia.

I've received by mail invisibility cloak, that once belonged to Harry. And now I am slowly moving to the vicinity of Hogwarts, which have not had time to recover.

Near the forbidden forest there was a mass grave. There are buried the bodies of those, who did not have time to pick up relatives, or those, who them simply left.

Weasley were buried next to the house. In a small clearing, which every spring strews with hundreds of yellow dandelions. Ron always liked this meadow, we were going to stage a grand picnic on my return. Instead, we had to conduct a funeral. Harry buried with them. For Molly and Arthur he was always like a son.

I've apparated next to that cave, where once hid Sirius and went to school.

My parents stayed in Australia, without knowing, that somewhere on the other side of the world, they have a daughter. The girl, who lost absolutely everything and not knowing how to live on...