Prologue
To be truthful, I was scared. The majority of me didn't want to go back there after what had happened the previous year, but all of me knew that I had to. That is where I had changed the most; where I created memories that I shared with so many people. I couldn't just forget. Plus, I was so close to the end, only two more years before I, presumably, received my N.E.W.T.s. I couldn't give it up. I really just couldn't.
This type of internal conflict was so clichéd, yet so real, that I had grown to hate myself because of it. I couldn't turn to anyone, not now. They wouldn't believe me; maybe if I had spoken up last year, but not now. I was alone.