"I recall the event so clearly, so vivid it is. The image of that gleaming knife and his sorrowful, calm eyes are burned in my mind forever more. That day is not the type one should ever forget. No, not at all. Everything happened so quickly, I could not break free from their grasp to help...One minute we were looking in each other eye's, the next.........

"That day.........was the worst of my life. None could even come close.........not the day my mother and father were killed, not the day my best friend committed suicide, and not the day I had to move from the USA to London. Utterly the worst day.

"Well, let me explain our relationship first. From day one my love burned bright and true. I took one look at him and was destined to be devoted hopelessly forever, never to stray, and never to leave his side. I had fallen in love within one simple glance, and with each spoken word my love just grew and intensified. When I was not with him, I was dreaming of being with him. I was so infatuated." The girl pauses and takes a deep, quivering breath. She is in pain, 'tis easy to see that.........yet as a reporter, I have to go on and ask her probably the most painful thing of all.

"Can you explain to me, in detail, the exact event on June 5th, six months ago?" I, for the first time, feel so incredibly terrible about having to do my job. It isn't fair what happened to this poor twenty-two year old girl. Nothing like this should ever happen to anyone, and if it did, the girl should not be questioned about it. It is my job though.........She nods slowly and starts out her true, sad tale.

"We were together, holding hands behind a small, cute café when we skipped school one day. It was a clear day, with a bright blue sky and glowing green trees. We snuck around this café to have time alone, to talk, to laugh, with out anyone bothering us. For maybe around a half hour, no one did." She stops momentarily, sighs, and continues. "I am sorry, this is hard for me. It might take awhile........."

"It is okay, take your time hun."

"We also always went back there because it is where we shared our first kiss. That place meant a lot to us. So, anyways, we heard footsteps, soft ones, as if someone was trying to be quiet, to go unnoticed. Oh, Harry noticed alright though. He spun around and whipped out his wand. 'Who is it?' he called out. A blonde haired boy and two of his big, fat friends stepped out from the shadows of the building. 'What do you want, Malfoy?' Harry said viciously. Draco Malfoy just snickered and moved a step closer.........two steps closer.........three. And that is when I started getting nervous. I looked over at the fatter one of his goons, and noticed a small gleam from his hand in his pocket. I feared the worst: A knife. What might they be thinking of doing? I had wondered, though I knew the answer."

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