I didn't lose her. She broke up with me. Said we were different people and she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with me after all. That made no sense to me because I was convinced we were soul mates. After all, how could I possibly have such deep and intense feelings for someone who didn't love me back?

I couldn't think of anything to say but finally settled for, "What do you want to tell our parents, then?" Her parents had found out that we'd had sex and agreed with mine that she and I should get married before we did something else to ruin our families' reputations. Despite protests from both of us, they'd began announcing our engagement at their numerous social events.

Pureblood kids had only one reason to ever envy someone from a half blood or mudblood family: their right to choose and the fact that they, unlike us, were allowed a time of actual childhood and carefree innocence. Most pureblood were forced into arranged marriages. I was lucky enough to escape one and Bellatrix's parents were "trusting her to choose for herself." I was the first boy her parents had seen her with, so they'd assumed, stupidly, just as I had, that she'd want to marry me someday.

Love wasn't a word in most of our vocabularies. The majority of us were isolated as children, ignored by our parents and raised by nannies or even house elves. A few of us were lucky enough to meet other children, but most of us knew only our immediate family members until we started school.

Bellatrix was the first girl I'd ever seen and we clicked instantly. We were best friends from the day we met, almost inseparable. It seemed too good to be true to realize that I loved her. That she and I could have something most of our kind would never know. Sure, we were from the purest and greatest of all wizarding families but our mission was saving our dying blood lines, populating our family trees. We were to find someone equally pure, have children with that person and then somehow manage to tolerate them for the rest of our lives. Love was supposed to be the least of our concerns.

But Trixie and I were different. Or so I thought...

Well, apparently, it was too good to be true after all.