Nick's POV

I jiggled the key and gently, but firmly kicked the door like Risky had taught me to do to be able to open her door. No matter how much teasing or offering to buy Risky a new door, she always defended her beaten up door saying it was special. Haha. Special.

I picked up the boxes that I was going to pack Risky's stuff in and carried them inside. I closed the door behind me and placed the boxes in the hall. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a Pepsi from the fridge that Risska kept for me. I popped the top and took a deep drink. I finished it off and threw the can in the trash. I went into the hall and grabbed the boxes and decided to start in the living room.

Risska had a stereo in her living room and a stack of CDS for when she was cleaning house and felt like rocking out. I decided that I needed some of Risska's crazy music to listen to so I sorted the stack and found a mixed CD of bands that I had heard Risska rave about and hadn't given it a try. If I remembered correctly, the genre was Wrock which stood for Wizard rock; people got together and wrote songs about this series called Harry Potter.

I shrugged and put the disk into the stereo and press play. The first song came on with a mellow beat to it. A male with a strong voice came on and started singing.

I can't stand to see you do this,And I can't believe you gave him your see, it's hard for me to show my girl, you don't know what you're , it's been a long gameOf cat and I know I haveShut you out.

Hmm. It's not bad. I flipped the CD case over where Risska had made a track list on the back. This one was called Hermione's Song (You and Me) by Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls.

I shrugged and started packing some of Risky's knickknacks in the boxes. When I got to the pictures I paused and looked at them. They were mostly of me and Risska at various places. The first was from when we 15 and we went to a Halloween party. I chuckled. I remembered that was the year when we had decided to go as superheroes. I had argued we should go as Superman and Lois Lane but she had always despise Superman for some odd reason, so we compromised and the picture showed us dressed up as Batman and Batgirl .

The second was on Risska's eighteenth birhtday. It was a picture of Risska shoving cake in my face. I had gotten a cake with black frosting and white writing that has said 'Happy Birthday Risky. Hope You Don't Bite The Dust' in reference to her becoming a Squire. Instead of getting angry like most girls would, she had laughed, hugged me and then shoved the cake in my face. Only with Risska could I have had done that to.

To see you dancing there beside himMade me feel like I had the the funny thing is, it's all my fault.I should have asked you out rather than halt.I can only sayThat I have made I think I knowYou love me anyways.

What is with this love music? I got up and switch the song. The song started out slow then picked up.

Do you vomit, when you open the paper?Are you sick from what the Prophets gonna say?

Are you paralyzed, by the Ministry's lies?

It'd be nice to get some real news today.

Much better. I looked at the back. Gred and Forge: Save the Quibbler. They aren't half bad. I turned my attention back to Risska's pictures. The next picture was Risska and I with my mother and Luna, Risska's mother. Luna and my mother and I had become the best of friend after Risska and I had became friends. Risska's father, Zane, and Luna were both 4th generation Squires, so that meant Risska was 5th generation Squire. I, unlike her, had not had any Squires within my family, so I was the first. This was taken a couple of monthes before Luna was killed during a Damion attack. It had been a hard time for Risska because she had lost her father the same way, but she had worked through it with my help…just like she had helped me when I offed myself.

I put the first three pictures into the box. I looked at the next one. It was a picture of the Grand Opening of FangWorm Books. She had strung a small ribbon across the doorway in mock of people who had grand opening with huge ribbons. Simi, Acheron's demon daughter, was in the picture with us. Risska was cutting the ribbion while I was laughing as Simi put bunny ears above Risska's head. I put the picture in the box with the other. When I turned to look at the next picture, I froze. It was Risska and I in a prom picture. She was wearing a beautiful strapless red dress. I was in a tux that had belong to Zane that Luna had lent to me. We were in the normal prom poses, but Risska was looking up at me laughing and I was looking down at her laughing at her as well.

I ran my thumb over the picture. I had joked around that I hadn't found anyone to take to the prom and had asked her. I had expected her to joke around and say no or that someone had already asked her, but being normal Risska she had surprised me by kissing me on the cheek and had said 7 o'clock and had skipped off. I had been surprised at her reaction, but like a gentleman I had arrived on time. We had danced during one of the slow songs and like most prom and best friend stories, we had our first kiss.

I put the picture in the box. Although we had been on a date and had kissed, our relationship hadn't gone anywhere. We had shifted back to that friend zone and it had stayed that way…no matter how much I didn't want it to.

He smiles when she's not lookingShe daydreams when he's not thereIt won't be long 'til they discoverRon and Hermione love each otherHe looks at her, she looks at himAnd they start to feel the magic withinWhile Harry is fighting he-who-must-not-be-namedThey talk of the latest Quidditch game

I grabbed the CD case. Accio Love by Ministry of Magic. I laughed and pressed my back to the wall and slide down to the floor. What? Is this the soundtrack to my life?

I grabbed the last picture. You could tell it was the newest one thanks to my Dark-Hunter mark. We were sitting in an huge armchair that was in Risska's living room. I had my head up straight looking into the camera while Risska had her head laying on my shoulder. We were so happy even if I was Dark-Hunter. Risska was a mortal and out of danger due to not having an Dark- Hunter and I kept and eye on her not wanting to lose her like I lost my mother.

I bent my head over the picture and I started crying. My tears fell on the glass of the frame like raindrops on a window, drenching not only the glass but my soul.

I manifested everything over to my house except the boxes with the pictures. I carried the box to the door and looked back into the living room. The memories of us where here and fresh in my mind. I grabbed the door and closed the door on this chapter of Risska's life, for her.