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Chapter 1
It's finally all over, Voldemort's dead…but we lost so much…too much.
I leave the Great Hall in a daze. The scraps on my cheeks burn as the tears fall, but I don't care. I need to get out of the Great Hall. "Kyra!" They keep calling for me, my friends…my family. But the one person I want to hear calling my name will never be able to…to call my name…to hold me tightly…to kiss me…ever again.
I look back into the Great Hall and I start…to remember.
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"Kyra Wood!" Professor McGonagall calls.
A young, eleven year-old me approaches the stool. I look to the Gryffindor table to where my brother is and he gives me an encouraging smile. Two boys with bright red hair, who had just been sorted into the house, grin at me like two wild men and give me thumbs up. I smile at them nervously and take a seat on the stool and McGonagall places the sorting hat onto my head. I observe my sorting. The room is silent…waiting. Finally the seam of a mouth opens and the hat declares, "GRYFFINDOR!" The table cheers loudly and the younger me runs to my brother, Oliver, and sits between him and one of the red headed boys, a young Fred Weasley.
"I told you. You had nothing to worry about." The younger Fred Weasley tells the young me.
I smile and nod.
"Together forever." Fred whispers holding his pinky up.
"Together forever." I take his pinky and we shake on the promise.
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Only we won't be together forever Fred. You broke the promise.
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