PROLOGUE
It feels like I've walked down these halls a thousand times. I probably have. But until now I haven't realised, that every step is a step closer to the end. I' walking into my own grave. And there's nothing I can do for myself. But I can do something for everyone else. They won't die for me. Not any more of them. Too many have gone and I won't let anyone else die.
As I walk down the corridor leading to the great hall, I hear Sparks flying, Fire crackling and People screaming. Without me. There would be no screaming. Without me this would never have happened. Which is why I have to die now. Because I cant live knowing all of this death, this damage to the school that has been my home for five years, is my fault.
As soon as I stepped foot into the great hall, I remembered the first time I walked in here. How I walked in a crowd of first years through all the staring faces, until I stopped. There. In the bit of space. Waiting...wondering...anxiously awaiting my trial. Where would I be put. Would I be a Gryffindor? Brave...That's not me. Loyal...If I was loyal, I wouldn't have allowed all those people, my friends, to die for me. Was I cunning? No, If I was, I could have ended this at the start of the year, when it began, so I wasn't a Slytherin. But the thing that makes me feel sick. Is that as of now, I've always been proud to be a Ravenclaw. Until now. Now I realise that Ravenclaws are wise. If I was wise, I would have let them kill me before they killed everyone I was close to...Being in Ravenclaw...Is what makes this all worse.
Before I begin telling you My story. I think I should tell you what happenedat the start of the year 5. I should be In Sixth year by now. But im not here as a student. I'm here to fight them until they leave me and my friends alone. I'm here to die. I should tell you that I've known I was an animagus since I was seven, when a Dog was chasing me and all I could think about was how fast I would run if I was a Fox, and from then on, i've been able to transform into a Fox. But only until early October, during my fifth year I found out that there were a group of people who didn't like animagi. Who thought that they were Contaminated Wizards. A race. People who needed to be wiped out. This group of people, were called The Tormentors.
There were fourteen registered Animagi in the world, Nine in England, Two in France, One in Romania and One in Italy. TheTormentorshad already wiped ot the others. Only I was left. And that's when I began preparation to fight them. There were around two hundred of them in total. And I was being prepared to fight an army of two hundred Tormentors.