So, this would be how it ended? He never, in a million years would have guessed that this would be the way he died. Alex gripped his bleeding side and glanced over at the still form of his wife. Her blonde hair was strewn about her in a blood-stained golden halo. Her face was deathly pale and looked to be in pain. He struggled over to his angel and gripped her cold hand. He glared up at the wizard before him. Alex had no Psynergy left to revive his fallen beauty.

"Voldemort, you may have killed Jennifer and my bodies, but our souls will continue on and haunt you. May you rot in hell for all eternity!"

"Pathetic muggle. You are worthless, just as your friend Dumbledore. Die now. Avada Kedavra!"

Alex's life flashed before his eyes as the curse came at him. He remembered that fateful day he visited Vale and met her, Jennifer, of joining Saturos and Menardi, but most of all, he remembered how he got in this predicament. It all started five years ago....