I'm sorry, but I have to skip ahead three more months. Precisely-to the day of the final task of the Triwizard tournament. This is when something huge happened that changed my whole life from that day on. And, believe me, it wasn't just because Voldemort came back.

Draco and I had a rather pleasant day, and agreed to make sure we didn't talk about the final event at all. I knew it would be the most dangerous out of all of them-no matter what anyone else said. Dragons? Easy. Mermaids? Easier. A dark maze? That got me worried. Draco knew that, so he tried his best to keep my mind off of it the whole day. There wasn't any point in me worrying about the inevitable.

"One time, you should show me this muggle television show that you love. I would love to learn about The Doctor and the TARDIS," he said to me when we were in DADA class.

The look on my face was priceless. I was just completely amazed that he said that-in a good way. In fact, it was better than a good way. I was just completely enthralled by his statement. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I asked him.

"Said the magic words, have I?" he asked with a smile. I nodded and smiled back.

When the inevitable was minutes away, Draco and I headed down to the field. Then, I realized I forgot something. I can't remember what it was now, of course. All I remember is that I really wanted it, and that I had to get it. Draco wanted to come with me to get it, but it was in my dorm, so he couldn't get anywhere near it. I told him to head down to the Quidditch field, and that I would just meet him there.

So there I was, walking down a deserted corridor. Everyone was gone, already sitting in the stands, waiting for the TWT to start. I was completely alone, or so I thought. It was then that I felt a cold, gloved hand cover my mouth. I tried to scream, but I blacked out before I had the chance.

The next thing I knew, I was laying on the cold dirt floor of a graveyard. It was definitely night-it was barely dusk when I left my dorm. I had a piece of rope in my mouth, soaked in a disgusting liquid that burned my lips and throat like fire. I was on the ground, on my knees. I looked up and I saw the face of Lucius Malfoy staring ahead.

I didn't freak out even when I saw the bubbling cauldron with Peter Pettigrew shouting incantations. I didn't freak out when I saw him cut off his own hand. I didn't freak out when I saw Lord Voldemort rise. I didn't freak out when I saw Harry there. "Lucius," Voldemort crooned, "bring the girl over here." That's when I started freaking out. When I started being dragged over to Voldemort, I flipped out.

I was scraped up pretty badly by the time I got to Voldemort. That face of his turned towards me and burned itself into my mind permanently. Harry saw me, and the pained look on his face was one I saw only that time. I never saw that look on his face for the rest of his life. He had had pained looks on his face before, but that one was true torture. I guess he did care about me, after all.