James finally told me what was so important. Peter had become a Death Eater and had told Voldemort about me and how close I had become to the person he wanted to kill the most. My sister had been targeted. They'd tried to keep her safe. They failed.

We couldn't tell our friends now. Instead we had to act like we now hated each other. I now had to hate my husband for the death of a sister I had hated since I was 7 years old. It worked. The whole school was once again on edge whenever I and James were in the same room as each other. We could never argue like we did before, I would have miscarried for sure. Instead we glared at each other and my knife tongue was back. We hated every minute of it.

Soon the 7th years didn't even have enough energy to stay awake, as we were all studying so hard. McGonagall made me stay in bed for 2 days as I was exhausting myself. I made up an excuse like I was missing my parents and whished they were there to see me. I said it was giving me a total breakdown, thought the only breakdown I as having was out of boredom.

The closer the NEWTs came, the more Voldemort attacked.

Then on the day of our final exam, Voldemort and 200 Death Eaters took control of Hogsmead.