That hideous day would be the last time I ever saw Draco with a tint of happiness in his eyes, for now, his eyes were full of anger and cruelness. I did regret my suicide attempt and decided that there was more in life than Draco. I would forget him soon, I thought.

In the 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco did not speak nor looked at me.

I guess I did get my prize.

Though I wish I hadn't.

I had tried to forget him, but he had become a sliver of me that I could not take away.

I did and did not regret my decision with telling Draco my feelings. I did regret it because Draco was the first person I loved, and the thought of Draco nagged me continuously and would not let go. I did not regret it because if Draco did become the heir to Voldemort's position, I, or, both of us, would've been killed.

And indeed, Draco did take Voldemort's throne.

Everyone graduated from Hogwarts that year, even Neville. Two weeks after, I got a letter from the French Phoenixes, a professional Quidditch team in need of a seeker. I guess they recognized me for being the Ravenclaw captain and seeker for two years. I hesitated, but in the end took the offer.

And that's where I am now.

I, Robin Blaisyer, am now 20 years old and am HAPPILY not married. I still wear my hair in a ponytail and my attitude hasn't changed a bit. I am one out of four girl in the WWQL (World Wide Quidditch League), and our team is ranked 3 out of 20 teams.

I put on my red Quidditch uniform and clasped my ankle brace onto my right leg as I walked out of the locker room and into the Phoenix's meeting room before our game against the Cannons.

As I was walking in the halls to the meeting room, I found today's newspaper on the ground. Curious as I am, I picked it up and started reading the front page. But I didn't bother reading the whole story, I just had to look at the title to see what had happened, in which after, I dropped the paper down in horror.

'Dumbledore killed; Dark Lord Rules'

"No!" I yelled and ran to the meeting room. I burst open the door and saw that some people had their heads down; they had heard the news.

"It's true isn't it?" I asked my team. This was bad.

"It is." Robert, Pheonix's keeper, said.

"HOW? HOW THE HELL COULD HE DIE?" I asked the air around me and collapsed into a chair and held my head with my hands.

"Robin, the WWQL has decided to cut this year's Quidditch Championship." Seamus, one of the chasers, stated, breaking the nerve-wracking silence in the room.

"Great, not only is The Dark Lord ruling the world, but Quidditch is cancelled to." I said and slammed my arm on the table, exerting my anger onto the wood.

"Robin, get a hold of yourself! They're doing this for everybody's good! What if the Dark Lord came to the Quidditch game and destroyed every single person in the stadium? How would you feel?" Jeremy yelled in my face.

I just narrowed my eyes at him and stomped out of the room, slamming the door on my way out.

I grabbed my Flash Dasher 4000 from the rack of brooms in the locker room and sped out to the vacant stadium. I snatched a red snitch from a box and pressed a small button on it as a pair of wings fluttered out. I threw it in the air as the snitch sped off, two times faster than the normal snitch. I hopped off the ground and sped towards it, emptying my anger as I flew faster and faster.

I have become fairly familiar with the odd patterns of the snitch, making me more likely to catch it. I caught it and slowed down, sighing as I felt a cold draft pass my bare skin. It was getting a little chilly, and I really needed to relax and gather my thoughts.

As I started to slowly float down to the ground, I felt my broom start to violently shake. But before I could try to find someway to escape down to earth or make the violent shaking stop, my broom shattered and I started to fall to the ground.

I screamed and panicked as I closed my eyes and prayed that I wouldn't die. I've survived some falls before, but I was at least 80 feet up in the air and there was barley any chance of survival. I could feel the ground getting closer and closer and I fell onto something that didn't appear to be hard at all. It felt like someone had caught me, but, before I could open my eyes, the person who had caught me sent a spell at me and my eyes closed permanently and I started to loose consciousness. I felt my head flop backwards and my world darkened.