"Kiana, stop it!" I snapped at my friend. While she was my best friend and I loved her, she could get annoying. Kiana Gates, a girl with light brown hair and soft green eyes. But don't let her sweet looks fool you. Kiana could break a bone as easily as one might break a pretzel stick. If you're wondering why I know that… I'd rather not go there.

Currently, my best friend was releasing and flinging chocolate frogs all over our train compartment. They kept jumping into my long, black hair.

As soon as I got loose of all the frogs I quickly opened the compartment door, flung myself out, and shut it. I felt someone grab my arm and help me off the floor. I looked up to see a pair of familiar bright blue eyes staring back at me.

"Fred," I said, barely above a whisper. I felt my arm tingle a little where his hand was. For a minute we just stayed there staring, neither of us daring to move. Suddenly there was a bang on the compartment door. Kiana was beginning to be overwhelmed by the chocolate frogs. She fell to the floor, the frogs swarming her.

"I'm debating not helping her, it's kind of hysterical," I said, smirking slightly. Fred chuckled softly. I could feel him staring at me as I watched Kiana. The tension grew more and more until it was too much and I decided to help out Kiana. I opened the compartment door and shut it behind me quickly, trying to keep the frogs contained.

I did everything I could to try and help Kiana but I was soon overwhelmed by the chocolate frogs as well.

The door was thrown open and the frogs flew out. Within seconds all but a few were gone, but now jumping through the train. I looked at the doorway and sure enough, it had been Fred who opened the door.

"Fred! Why would you do that? What good is it to have them out there?" I shouted.

"Hey, I just saved your life!" He said, with a look of offense and shock on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, yeah. What's the worse they could do, melt in my mouth?" I argued. Fred sighed and walked away from the doorway and down the train.

I realized I had been a bit harsh and walked after him. I stopped him about halfway down the train and grabbed his arm. He went to pull away but I tightened my grip.

"Fred, I'm sorry. I took out my frustration with Kiana opening all those chocolate frogs on you and I shouldn't have done that," I said. It was Fred's turn to roll his eyes.

"Oh wow, a Slytherin apologizing as if she actually means it," Fred said.

"I do mean it!" I snapped, crossing my arms. Fred laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah sure you do," he said, setting off down the train again. I went after him again, this time walking in front of him and stopping.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" I asked. Fred took a while to answer.

"I don't exactly believe everything you say. Not only are you a Slytherin, you…" He stopped himself, shaking his head. He tried to go around me but I continued to block his path.

"I also what?" I demanded. Fred sighed and looked at the ground. When he looked back up I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes, but just as fast as I had seen them, they were gone.

"Before the sorting, you, George, and I all promised that no matter what happened we would always be friends. You got put in Slytherin, found Kiana, and stopped talking to both of us completely," Fred explained.

"Well what does that have to do with this?" I asked, trying not to think about all that had happened these past five years.

"You lied. You lied then, and you're probably lying now. If you can lie about something as important as our friendship I'm sure lying about being sorry should be a piece of cake," Fred said, definitely now having tears in his eyes. I felt tears start to form in mine as well.

"Fred-" He cut me off by pushing past me and walking down the train. I didn't bother going after him.

A couple seconds after Fred left and I started back to my compartment with Kiana, the train completely stopped and went dark. I felt a cold wind and turned around to see a large black figure making its way toward me.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground, slowly losing consciousness as the figure floated above me. The last thing I remember seeing before passing out was a flash of a bright, white light.