A/N: I rated this M for the violence. Please review and tell me if I should change the rating. Please review!
Amanda Roberts was a muggle. Like most muggles, she had no clue of the existence of magic. Well, that wasn't quite right. She had read, reread, theorized about, dreamed about. And constantly thought about the Harry Potter books. Currently, she was rereading the sixth book, Half Blood Prince. Although she had read it before, Dumbledore's death still brought tears to her eyes.
Her parents had gone out to dinner for Valentine's Day. Suddenly she heard the door open. That wasn't right, her parents weren't supposed to be home from dinner for at least an hour. Figuring that it was just her grandparents, anyone else would have rung the doorbell, she walked down the stairs.
What she saw stopped her in her tracks halfway down the staircase. A man. A man wearing black robes. He had red eyes, a flat nose, and long fingers that were gripping a stick which she recognized instantly as a wand that was being pointed at her by Lord Voldemort.
Amanda did what any sane person would do in her situation, she screamed. A bloodcurdling, help-someone-is-trying-to-kill-me, honest to God, bloody murder screech. She then grabbed the book she had brought down and hurtled herself back up the steps.
She didn't get very far though. "Crucio!" She screamed again.
The books had never come close to describing the pain! It felt as though someone had taken white-hot knives and cut her all over. Then they rubbed salt in the cuts until they burned with pain. After that they took red-hot coals and pressed them onto the wounds. It felt as though the painful spots had then been sewed up, locking all of the pain inside before making more incisions and repeating the process.
Suddenly the pain stopped and she lay on the steps in agony, seemingly unconscious while really writing a note to place in the Harry Potter book. A note that consisted of eight letters: IT IS REAL. After hiding the note, the last thing Amanda ever heard was "Avada Kedavera!"
The next day her obituary appeared in the newspaper next to her most recent photograph.
Harry Potter opened his copy of the Daily Prophet. On the cover he got a shock. A muggle had been killed by Voldemort. That in itself wasn't a big deal, except the muggle who had been killed had left a message behind. Unusual for a wizard killing where death was instentanious. The message itself delivered its own shock, the message had read IT IS REAL. The note was tucked into the pages of a book. A special book. The title of the book read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Really, a book about him, Harry Potter! He didn't know that his fame had spread to the muggle world! Even if the series was a little late. His youngest daughter had just finished Hogwarts and here it was, talking about his sixth year when that had been thirty years prior! He returned his focus to the Daily Prophet. He really was going to have to get himself a copy of those books.