Disclamer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or JK Rowling's other characters!

I haven't seen my two best friends for two years now. We all went our separate ways. A year after I graduated from Hogwarts, something I never expected happened. He came up to me when I was in Flourish and Blotts one afternoon. I saw Him come up to me and I walked away. I went to the next isle and pulled out a book, He pulled out the one behind it and smiled. His smile was so sexy. I shook my head and put the book back and walked away, even though I had feelings for Him.

I went back home to the one I loved and thought he loved me back, but I was wrong; very wrong. He was a muggle, so he didn't understand much of my life. Of course, I never told him what I was. His parents were killed by death-eaters, so he hated wizards, but because of my love for him, I couldn't tell.

I walked into the kitchen and saw John, my boyfriend, looking at me with eyes that looked like he was going to hurt me. I became scared. Then, I saw the reason why he was so angry. He had found one of my spell books. His hand went up and he slapped me across my face, making me fall down. As I looked up, he turned around and went to grab a knife. I got to my feet before he turned around. I ran as fast as I could out of the house and down the street. I could hear him start his truck as I reached the corner. I ran down the street behind mine. I don't know what made me go to the third house, but I'm glad I did. I was crying real hard as I pounded on the door. "Help me! Please! Let me in! Please!" I cried as I pounded on the door with my fist. The door opened and I ran inside, without thinking, I pulled out my wand and locked the door. I didn't even see whose house I was in. I went to the window and peeked through the window, he was turning onto this street. 'He must have seen me run onto this street,' I thought. He got out of his truck and walk up to the first house. I closed the window and turned around. I gasped. I was in His house. I was shaking all over, crying, and sweating from sprinting all the way over here. I closed my eyes and rubbed my arms to try and get rid of the goose bumps. I opened my eyes and he was standing in front of me. I looked up into his blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes filled with concern and worry. I looked down. He lifted my chin and looked into my cinnamon brown eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I hugged him around the neck and cried into his chest. I felt so right there, so safe. I didn't want to let go.

He let go of me. "What's wrong? What happened?" He asked as he moved a wavy, silky brown strand out of my face.

"M-my boyfriend wants to kill me," I cried.

"What for?" He asked.

"Because of what I am, a witch. He hates our kind," I cried.

A loud pound came from the door. I almost screamed, but stopped myself. He ushered me into the kitchen and left. I heard the door open. I looked at my arm. Oh no! My bracelet was gone. I heard John ask if He knew where I was. He said no. I peeked through the door. John held up my bracelet. "You lie," he said. His eyes flickered to a floating lamp and to His wand on the table. John pulled out the knife from his back pocket and slashed Him in the arm. John then punched him in the face. He fell to the floor. He grabbed his wand and shouted a spell. John flew back and his head hit the cement, knocking him out. I ran out of the kitchen.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry," I said.

"I'm fine. It's nothing," He said. I muttered a healing charm on his cut. It magically healed. "Nice."

"I'm training to be a Healer at St. Mungo's," I said. I helped Him to His feet. The next thing I knew it, I was kissing Him. It was nice and gentle. It felt like everything around us was gone and if felt like we were riding the clouds. It was wonderful...

A/N: OMG! I love this chappie! It's a little confusing, but it will make sense in the next chapter. It's the first time I used "I" in a story. I hope you like it so far! ((There I fixed all the "my"s to "me"s)) Well, this chapter is supposed to be like this for people who think and switching povs too much. She's writing in a journal.