The following day consists of normal lessons, none of which I want to be in right now.

When lunch finally arrives I'm happy to just sit in the great hall, alone. I was questioning whether to visit Draco, but after yesterday I can't seem to bring myself to do that.

As I sit and stare blankly at the table in front of me, I feel something hit me and fall onto the bench next to me. I immediately look up to see my owl, Nor flying out of the hall once again. To my right there is a letter, I can only assume who it is from.

Dear Jasmine Gold,

I'm happy I received your letter. I apologise for my lack of communication about this, but yes, as you already know we are moving. However, when I say we I mean your father and I. We have had a serious talk and have decided that you are more than capable of fending for yourself after this school year is over. We know that you are a bright, independent young witch so we are not worried at all.

We have sold the house to a lovely young muggle couple who are expecting a baby very soon. This does mean that you will have to find alternate living arrangement, but I know you have many friends so this shouldn't be a problem.

Your father and I are moving to Barcelona in 2 months, so this is enough time for us to help you with any moving issues you may acquire.

Speak soon, Nancy Gold.

What?! This is utter bullshit!

I slam the letter down onto the table as I see people looking at me, only now have I realised that I said my last comment out loud.

"What!" I shout into the general area of the people who are staring.

"Whoa, what's got you wand in a knot?" Dean appears at my side.

I push the letter into his direction without saying a word.

It takes him only a few moments to understand what I'm angry about.

"They're moving without you?" He states the obvious of the letter.

"Yeah, and to bloody Barcelona," I state it too.

He's still scanning the letter as he continues to speak to me, "What are you going to do?"

"Kill my parents," I say completely seriously, Dean laughs. "No, I think I'll have to talk to Ana, just until I find somewhere better."

"Well, you could always stay with me."

I shake my head, "No, I don't want to be living right next door, and watching this stupid new couple re-vamp my home. Having their new baby live in my bedroom. Thanks Dean, but I don't think that's the best idea."

He nods, "Well when you put it like that, I understand what you mean. Will Ana be okay with that then?"

"Yeah, she said I could stay whenever at Christmas, so I'm sure the offer still stands. I'll write her tomorrow or something."

I stand outside the hospital wing door, questioning whether to go inside or not. It's quite late, he'll probably be asleep, that's what I think to myself as I start to walk away.

I don't know what I should do anymore; I don't know when Draco has to fulfil his task, I don't know if Harry is ever going to forgive me, I especially don't know what I'm going to do now that my parents are leaving the country.

I have to go back and see him; I have to talk him about all of this.

I wander back to the hospital wing again and this time I open the door, but nobody's inside. All the beds are empty. What? I head for the common; it seems like the next best place.

I walk in; it's fairly packed in here.

"Have you seen Draco?" I ask a boy I know from the Quidditch team.

He shakes his head, "No, sorry."

A girl from Divination class, "Do you know where Draco is?"

"Sorry I don't."

A group of 5th years on around the coffee table, "Have any of you seen Draco around?"

They all shake their heads. Where the hell is he?

Tonight can't be the night. I can't be. He would have said something I'm sure of it. But what if it is? Where would he be now? Where is it happening?

My mind swims with these unanswered questions, I can't help but feel a sense of panic as they do. There are too many people in here, I have to get out.

I frantically push my way back out of the common room and into the hall, I run up staircases and through corridors, open classroom doors along the way. I can't find anyone anywhere. I find myself outside Dumbledore office, I knock but there's no reply. I turn the handle and it opens, odd, I'm sure Dumbledore would have locked it. There's no one in here either, not Dumbledore, not anyone. Oh god, what if it's happened already?

I step back out and head down the corridor once again. I then here a crashing noise, it's not too loud but just clear enough for me to figure out where it's coming from. The astronomy tower.

I run for what seems like forever to reach the tower, I don't know what I'm expecting or what my plan is when I reach it though.

As I'm close I hear a voice, is that, Draco?

I run to the bottom of the tower and I see Harry. He's standing, looking up at the scene above him. As I take a step forward he's dart towards me. He gives me a harsh look but doesn't say a word as he looks back up. I come to his side to see what he's looking at, sure enough there's Draco and Dumbledore.

I watch Draco, I can see him shaking. Dumbledore is speaking and Draco looks on the verge of tears.

"I was chosen!" He shouts, lifting up his sleeve to reveal his dark mark

I look at Harry, but he doesn't look at me, I understand why.

As I watch the boy I love in pain, being forced to do something like this, my heart aches.

I can see the tears in his eyes now, as he shakes uncontrollably, "Don't you understand?" He begins, "I have to do this, I have to kill you. Or he's gonna kill me."

I fall back onto the wall behind me, it's like the words physically hit me. Why him? Why did he have to be the one?

I hear many footsteps from above. More people have joined them, deatheaters.

I don't know what to do; I know there's really nothing I can do anyway.

Suddenly Snape appears next to Harry; he eyes us both and puts a finger to his lips silencing us from questioning him or making any noise at all.

Snape knows about Draco, he's in on it all too. Everything makes sense now, that day in detention, I can understand it all. But then, it means that Snape is still on the dark side, still with Voldemort He's-

"Avada kedavra!"

I hear the words that snap me out of my thoughts. I stand up straight to see Snape holding a wand, not Draco. Relief flushes through me for a moment until I realise what has happened.

The death eater all run down the stairs, Snape and Draco included. Before I know it, Harry is running after them all. I can't help but follow suit.

We run; there are voices shouting and I can't comprehend anything. Once again, tears are now streaming down my cheeks, making it near impossible to see ahead of me. I follow the voices and footsteps as I run further.

I wipe my eyes as I slow down. Harry is visible in front of me, along with the deatheaters further on.

A scream comes and Hagrid's hut is in flames.

I spot Draco as he turns from the fire. His eyes catch mine and I can see the sorrow in them.

"Go!" Snape directs him.

He looks at me one last time before turning away to walk with the deatheaters.

I see Snape look at me, and I know it's wise for me too to leave.

I step backwards slowly, taking in the scenes in front of me, before turning and running away for good.

There is a crowd of people as I enter the castle grounds. I push my way through to the front and there's the outcome of what I just witnessed. Dumbledore lays motionless on the ground, nobody says a word. I stand with Dean behind me; his hand is placed on my shoulder for comfort.

After what seems like an eternity, Harry arrives too, pushing his own way to the front and collapsing next to the Head Master. His shoulders shake as he silently cries over his body; Ginny appears by his side to comfort him. I glance back at Dean momentarily; he doesn't seem to care for her like he use too.

As I look up to the sky, the dark mark is there, staring down and mocking the scene in front of us all.

From the corner of my eye I see McGonagall raise her wand into the air, a small light glows from the top of it. I watch as others around me do the same, so do I. As we all shine the lights at the dark mark looming over our heads, a hole burns through the centre of it, extinguishing it from the inside out. The wands are raised until the light intensifies and completely dissolves the mark from the sky.

Our wands lower slowly as eyes fall back upon Harry, Ginny and Dumbledore in the centre of the crowd. Words could not explain the mood in the air; it's just too dark to even comprehend.