My Story
When I felt him die I thought that my heart would break. I had loved him with all of my heart and he had loved me in turn with all of his heart. We had planned to get married but I was called back to my own country because the giants and ogres were attacking, I wonder how they could get along long enough to attack my people, but, oh well. You might be wondering who my people are, they are the elves, people who are made up of magic and are more powerful than any other human wizard, I don't do this to brag, it is the simple truth.
Anyway, I got off topic, when he died I felt it, even when I was using my magic to stay alive against the invaders. In a pained rage I used all of my magic, every ounce of my family's legacy to me. My family is the rulers of the elf realm and therefore has powers extending over all the other elves'. When an elf calls upon his or her powers they use a power that might kill them, but I didn't care, the one I loved was already dead. I felt dead inside already. Well I destroyed 10,000 of the 45,000 enemies, enough that they turned and ran.
For one year I mourned for my lost one but then, as I was ready to move on someone else died. He was my teacher, mentor, father in everything but name, even my lover. Since elves live for thousands of years I got to see him grow older, I am but three hundred twenty-seven years old and still young in my life. He was old when he died, close to a hundred, I think. His name was Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts and he had been my greatest friend.
As I felt him die at the hands of Lord Voldemort- oh, he might not have done the striking blow, but he definitely was behind the murders of the people I loved- I decided to act.