PROLOGUE

Was it my fault? To fall in love with Harry? Why am I not happy? Wasn't that my dream?

I'm at a loss for what to do or even think anymore. Wasn't dating Harry Potter always my dream? I know, deep down, that Harry doesn't like me the way I wanted him to, and I can't ask him to love me if he doesn't even like me, can I? I'm so scared, I'm too fucking scared. Every time I tried to get close to him, he pushed me away, as if I wasn't his girlfriend at all. Harry only expresses affection for me when we are at my house, and my parents don't seem to notice, which I don't want them to. Because if they do, they will tell me that it was my choice, and I will have to live with the consequences. Yes, I'm aware that I'm a coward, but what should I do now? Break up with him and face my mother's and Ron's disappointment? But I can't go on dating someone who doesn't even like me. Believe me when I say we haven't even kissed. Was he repulsed by me? I'm not sure, and I can't ask anyone.

Luna POV:

I know

That's what I'm attempting to convey to Ginerva, but can I? We're best friends, but I'm not sure how to help her because I've never dated or even liked anyone. I want to tell Ginerva's brothers to talk to her, but if she does, Ginerva will be furious, and she can't go behind her friend's back like that; it's the same as betrayal, and Ginerva may not forgive her. Please, gods and goddesses, assist Ginny in finding someone else who will love her. I will do everything in my power to help her. I'm willing to let the Nargles continue to take my shoes if it means making Ginerva feel better. I attempted to speak with Neville, but he was unable to lend a hand. Neville has no idea what to do with girls and love lives because, like me, he has never had any kind of relationship, so how can he? Oh, how I wish I could just tell Ginerva, "I know," and help her, but she's far too stubborn. She doesn't even want anyone to know what's going on with her? I hope she finds someone who loves her back. It doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy, as long as they treat her better than Harry did.

Neville POV:

I want to help

I informed Luna. I can see Ginny's desperation and her inner voice pleading for help, but I'm not sure how to assist her. Even if I told her I could help her with her pain, she's too stubborn to listen to anyone. Oh, the sense of helplessness that I'm experiencing is too much for me to bear. Is it true that I am a coward and a useless person? I'm a "squib" who can't even do magic properly, and I can't even help my close friend, especially since she's one of my only friends. Harry has always been nice to me, but after he "destroyed" You-Know-Who, he began to change. Believe me when I say I don't despise Harry in the least. But that doesn't mean I don't like him as much as I used to. No matter how grateful I am to him for "destroying Voldemort," I can't bring myself to like him again after he starts to be rude to everyone else and hangs his cocky and arrogant face everywhere. Harry told me that he doesn't want to be seen with me and that he doesn't consider me a friend because he's the Savior of the Wizarding World and I'm just a squib who's supposed to be a useless and weaseling Hufflepuff. Don't get it twisted, I had nothing against the Hufflepuffs. They're even quite appealing to me. The majority of them are extremely kind and courteous to me. I just hope that one day Harry will be able to return to his former self, because I know he's not who he's trying to be right now. It's just that when you've hated almost everyone and suddenly find yourself surrounded by love, you'll transform into someone else. I can relate to Ginny's feelings right now, but I know she's been hurt far more than I am. I spoke with my other friend, Luna, and we both hope to find someone better for Ginny, someone, who will treat her better.

Melody Fawley POV:

Can't wait

When the owl dropped the Daily Prophet for my father, I was sitting in my seat. He appears to be taken aback by whatever is written on that crap, yes, I'm calling the Daily Prophet "craps" because they constantly spill nonsense and continue to pry into people's private lives without their consent. I set down my fork and knife and turn to ask my father, who is still amusedly reading the Daily Prophet.

"Father, do you care to share?"

"Yes, Melody dear.", my father said as he turn to me from the paper.

"You seem to be very amused by whatever written in the Daily Prophet today, so I think you may want to share with us, especially when we all have nothing to do right now.", I told him, and I can see that both of my older brothers are now interested to whatever my father's reading as they both turn to him with a waiting expression on their face.

"Oh yes, of course. Honey? Do you remember Colette Diggory?", my father turn and asked my mother just returned from the restroom.

My mother quirks her eyebrows for a second, and then her face starts to stretch out and she makes this kind of i-remember-now expression, "Yes, of course. How could I forget? Such a potentially bright child, but poor her."

"Yes, she went to America 5 years ago, and now it seems that Amos Diggory, her father, has decided to use the wizard debt that the Ministry of Magic owed them to bring her back with safety conditions.", my father said in a placid tone, but you could easily see the hint of joyful in his voice. Whoever this girl Colette Diggory was, she must have some connections with my parents as they both very much like her. If you don't know yet, after Cedric Diggory, my brother's best mate and the real Hogwarts champion, died because of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew, Minister Cornelius Fudge give the Diggory family a wizard debt from the Ministry of Magic.

"A bright choice, it is.", my mother stated.

"How old is her father? Will she attend Hogwarts with me and Melody?", my closest brother, Eustace asked father with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"If I remember correctly, she is the same age as our Melody, and I think she will be attending Hogwarts this year since that is the best school near the Diggory's."

"Wonderful!", I exclaimed. It sure will be wonderful since I'm so bored, life is boring and I have no real friends at all, so if this girl seems to be able to make my parents like her, she must be very nice and special, and I love special girls.

Astoria Greengrass POV:

Wish I can escape

This is supposed to be my house, my home. They're supposed to be my family, so why can't they be? Wasn't that enough for Daphne, my beautiful, intelligent sister, the sister who always gets my parents' love, the heir of the Greengrass family? Why? Why does she have to hold me accountable for things I didn't do? I didn't snap her wand; she did it on her own. It's not my fault that I did poorly on the test; I don't know why; I did my best. Why, mother, do you despise me? Why can't you love me as much as you love Daphne, and why can't you give me what I want? Why can't you remember I'm allergic to nuts? Why, father, it wasn't me who cursed Daphne; please believe, and why can't you? Why can't we, Mother and Father, despise muggles and muggleborns? They did not harm us in any way. I can't murder, father. NO, please, no, I'm not a disgrace, please no, don't beat me, don't curse, no more, please. I just wish I can escape from here.

Draco Malfoy POV:

Wish I have friends

I'm Draco Malfoy, but the truth is like a slap to my face because I don't even have a friend. All this time, I have to wear the mask of a bully to cover the loneliness inside me, I guess that's not a so good excuse right? Lucius Malfoy, the bastard who is my fucking father, the loyal follower of the Dark Lord, the one who taught me that Malfoy bow to no one, but he bows down to kiss a man's feet, such a shame. That bastard usually beat and curse me, and he always tortured my mother. Even though he's like that, I still have a string call blood related to him, I tried my best to forgive that man, but I can no more when he keeps bringing those cheap whores back home in front of my mother's eyes, and my beloved mother, she doesn't deserve that.

I don't want to be Death Eaters like my "friends", I never did. Even though I always torment the mudbloods and blood traitors, I don't want to kill anyone, or maybe I just don't dare to do so. Believe me, that doesn't make follow the Light side at all. I hate Potter, Weasley, and mudblood Granger with all my heart, and no one can convince me otherwise, but I'm also jealous of them because they have friends, and I don't.

Today, my mother has officially become Narcissa Black once again as she and Lucius Malfoy filed the divorce papers before his trial during the Summer. My fucking father has been captured with dozens of other Death Eaters who tried to escape from the ground of Hogwarts after the Dark Lord's death. My and my mother can't be any happier, and as Sirius Black, who my mother said is her cousin, even though he's a blood traitor, who's now innocent and officially the Black Family lord has decided to help me and my mother coming back as becoming a Black. I don't change my name, but my mother did. I can't change my name as I'm still Lucius Malfoy's only son, the only Malfoy heir no matter if my parents divorced or not.

After defeating the Dark Lord and officially becoming the Triwizard Tournament champion, Potter even grew more cocky and arrogant. That brat changed into a new person, and that just proves that everything I think of him is correct. This year will be a nightmare for me as I will have to return to Hogwarts (since other schools temporarily don't accept me) and face the whole Slytherin house alone. How much I wish I have friends.

Rolf Scamander POV:

A new adventure

That's exactly what I'm aiming for when I asked my parents to let me go back to Great Britain and learn with Letty (my nickname for Colette which she hates). My parents were very ecstatic for me since they never went back to Great Britain themselves since my grandparents settled down in America. Right now, I'm having breakfast at my house when I hear a knock on the door. Open up, I see Letty standing at the door giving me a faint smile. I feel sad for my friend, I know she's facing overwhelming sadness and despairs right now after hearing about the loss of her beloved brother. He feels sad too, a lot. Cedric was like a brother to him, they hang out a lot whenever Cedric come over to visit Letty.

"You're early today!", I told her after she's coming in.

"Can't sleep at all.", she said, and I know why.

"How's Linda?", Linda is Colette's guardian in America, and she's also Letty's aunt.

"She's good, and she's helping me lately."

"Letty, you know that I'm here for you, right?", I tell her while sitting next to her on the couch and giving her a tight hug.

"Yes, I know, but I miss him so much, Rolf.", she said, and I can feel her shoulders shaking hard.

"I understand me too. I miss him, too. Just cry if you need to Letty,"

"I can't, I can't anymore. I have cried so much that I can't burst out any tears anymore.", she exclaimed.

"Oh Letty, you're always so strong, and Cedric would want you to be strong for him, you know?"

"Yes, I know. I'm trying to, I'm trying to be strong."

"Come on, I know what we're going to do today. Yesterday, mom and dad agreed to let me go back to Great Britain with you, so cheer up, we're going through my closets today, and I will let you go to my garden and choose one of my lovely plants to bring home, is that okay?", I tell her while holding her up and guiding her to my garden.

"Okay.", she said, and at least, she smiled. I hated it when Letty cried, she's my best friend in this whole world, and I would kill anyone who makes her cry. Once, I let my baby Wolfie bite a guy's butt because he was criticizing Letty. After all, she's a Lesbian. Going back to Great Britain, I hope it would be a great adventure.

Colette Diggory POV:

Going back home

Yes, I'm returning home tomorrow, to where I grew up, where my parents are now, and where my brother once lived and studied. I want to return; I need to be closer to Cedric. He has always been there for me when I needed him, and we promised each other that when we grew up, we would live close to each other's houses so that we could see each other every day. But it appears that fate does not share our sentiments. My beloved brother died due to the Dark Lord and his follower. He had no idea what happened when he died. Why? Why must someone like him perish? If only I could take my brother's place; he deserves better.

Another personal reason I want to return is the little girl near my house in England, whom I could never forget. She was lovely, adorable, and petite. I enjoyed playing with her flaming and beautiful red hair. I'm returning to stay with my parents, be closer to my brother, and find Ginny Weasley, the girl who has haunted my dreams.