"Seven years ago, I turned sixteen and was living at the Dursley's. But that's if you call child labor living. Around midnight on my birthday, the Deatheaters attacked their house and murdered my relatives; I escaped with a couple bumps and bruises."

"So... I stayed at Headquarters for the rest of the summer, wallowing in self-pity of Sirius and the Dursley's deaths. I couldn't stop blaming myself."

"I even considered just killing myself... but there was still one issue left... Voldemort."

"If I died, then he would be free to rule Europe. Then when I killed him, then I could be free to not worry about committing suicide. The thought cheered me up cryptically."

"When I got to Hogwarts, I wanted nothing more but to curl up into a ball and turn invisible. I could have done that, if it had not been for Draco. I realized after some time that I was no longer attracted to Cho or any other girl when I found myself around him."

"He was changed that year, some how in some way. Draco was still a unpleasant prat but there was vulnerability where it shouldn't have been. And it showed his real emotions, despite the Malfoy pride. He was everything I desired and everything I was too afraid to be. After some time, he revealed that he felt the same way about me."

"It only took a small threat and blackmail."

"I had a relationship with someone I could truly be happy with and I couldn't ask for more. We really had a connection and... ha, you know how hormonal teenagers are..."

"I especially remember what would change my life forever... "

"Several weeks past and I felt different, happier but definitely more nauseated by the thought of food. Before I could figure what was wrong with me, on Halloween night, I was captured. The same Deatheaters from the attacks on my house appeared on the outer grounds. I tried to fight them off but I couldn't. I blacked out and the next thing I knew, I was in a dungeon, somewhere underneath Azkaban prison. I didn't know where I was until Lucius Malfoy came down and told me... torturing me... It... I'm sorry- it hurt a lot."

"I wished with all my might for death... and it never came, only more more unbearable pain."

"The things the Deatheaters did to me... the spells... the physical abuse, and that's just naming a few. Eventually, I was hauled up to a tiny remote cell in Azkaban; dementors would watch me every second of the day. I remember my mother's screaming in my head, the Dursley's glassy accusing eyes, Sirius's death... I forgot every happy memory there was in my life because of the constant exposure to those damned creatures. I don't know how long I was there in that cell. I didn't bother to keep count. And I just kept getting sicker."

"I had really given up hope. I knew... I was going to die there, a bloody heap of bones once known as the Boy-Who-Lived. And no one would know it."

"It was supposedly around November, after my feeding, the dementors turned their gaze off me for the first time. I thought it was another Deatheater, hell, even Voldemort who had come to finish me off! It was neither. The Hufflepuff you knew as Susan Bones risked her neck, coming to a Deatheater sanctuary, Azkaban no less, and fought away dementors, to spring me free. She succeeded and explained later that she knew where I was from information inside the Ministry where her aunt worked. Susan took me off somewhere in the countryside of England and healed me to the best of her abilities. She was a trained Mediwitch and claimed me pregnant. Susan was surprised of course, vowing to take care of me until the birth."

"I... I am still thankful for her kindness and bravery."

"She was the true hero of our time... not me."

"Susan knew that male pregnancies were risky and that there hasn't been a case in ages but she put up with my moody swings and attitude. She helped me through the very scary process of birth.
When I first held Katrina, it was true magic. She was perfect in every way. To her little blonde head to those tiny pink wriggling toes. Katrina was so tiny, so delicate."

She reminded me so much of Draco that it hurt, but when she opened her little green eyes for the first time, I fell in love with that stranger and saw someone else."

"Me."

"After Katrina's birth, Susan and I did eventually fall in love. We left England and we wed in New York, America. We kept our magic pasts to ourselves so that the children could live a normal life as possible. Soon as our life settled, Susan was pregnant with my son James."

"He looked exactly like his Mum. Adorable, bright, and a real screamer."

"He had just one and everything was perfect, perfect as things could be. I was adjusting to a life that had real meaning, a family. And then the Deatheaters found us... and killed Susan and James... she risked her life again for my daughter and I... and... I wish I could have told her...or at least thanked her for everything she has done-"

"I came to England and stayed with the Thomas'. After a day or so, we arrived here... back to this world... and I would give anything to have my other one back... to have my son and best friend alive..."

Harry took off his glasses and hid his eyes with his inner arm, "That's it." His body shook with sobs as they bubbled out of his throat. No one had moved, or blinked, or spoke. Not a word. He left the room and walked out into the corridor, tasting salty tears streaming down his face.

"Daddy." He turned to Katrina in the doorway, as she ran into his arms, tears in her eyes also. Harry embraced her, as the rain pounded outside Hogwarts, raindrops hitting the glass windows harshly.