Back In Time

The Night Everything Changed

It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I had left my wand back in the Hospital Wing. I should've grabbed it. I was just too panicked to grab it. I had to get out of that castle. I had to get away. Get away from everything. Get away from death. It seemed like death was everywhere. Every year since being at Hogwarts. Death was always around the corner.

First Year was Quirrell and the Sorcerer's Stone, and Voldemort. Second Year was the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk and Voldemort. Third Year was Sirius Black, a mass murderer, who, in the end, turned out to be innocent. But Third Year also brought Dementors, and a werewolf professor, who, was actually really nice, not out for blood. That Year also brought one of Voldemort's followers back to him. Then, there was this Year. Harry had a dream of Voldemort killing a Muggle. Then there was the World Cup and the Death Eaters. Then there was the Triwizard Tournament. A Tournament that was banned because of the death toll reaching a high. Each Task brought a somewhat high risk of death. Dragons, being under water for an hour, and a maze with who knew what was in there.

I was not apart of these tasks. But my twin brother was. He went through all of them. He was picked from the Triwizard Cup. His name was not supposed to be in there. Someone put his name in there, so he could die. But he didn't. But he almost did. It was in the maze. It was the Cup. It was a Port Key. Which brought him and Cedric Diggory to the graveyard. Where Cedric was killed by Voldemort himself. Where Voldemort got his body back, using his father's bone, his servant's flesh, and Harry's blood. He came back. He's back. He tried to kill Harry again. But, he didn't. Harry escaped. He got back to the Cup. He brought Cedric back. Cedric'c body. Then, Harry was lead away from the crowd. Into Mad-eye Moody's office. But, it wasn't Mad-eye. It was a Death Eater in disguised. He tried to kill Harry too. If it wasn't for McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore getting there at the last moment, he would have seceded. But he didn't.

Then Harry was brought to the Hospital Wing. Then we were there. Me, Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hagrid, Sirius, and Remus. We heard everything that happened in the maze and in the graveyard. Voldemort was back. He was really back. And he wanted Harry dead.

I heard this and I ran. I ran out of the Hospital Wing, ignoring the voices calling out to me. I ran through the school. Past everyone. They all looked at me as I ran. Some called out to me. I didn't listen to whatever they were saying. I just ran. I even heard my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, call out. I didn't stop. I just ran. I ran and ran and ran. Out the doors. To the outdoors. I just kept running. I didn't know where I was running. I just. Ran. Ran until I couldn't run no more. Then I stopped.

I still didn't know where I was. I barely knew my surroundings. My eyes weren't focusing. They just stared straight ahead. All I knew. It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I had left my wand in the Hospital wing. I should've grabbed it. I would know where I was. I have a feeling where, but I can't be sure. I can't see anything. But, I could feel.

I reached out my hand in front of me. I felt nothing. I felt to the sides of me. My hand brushed against bark. Trees. That confirmed it. I knew where I was. The Forbidden Forest. The Dark Forest. Whatever you want to call it. I didn't know how deep I was into the Forest. Deep I would guess. It was all dark. I could see no light. Not even the stars. I could hear no sound. Only my pounding heart. And my thoughts. My thoughts.

Why does this always happen? Why is death always in the near future? Around every corner? Behind every door? And why could I do nothing to stop it? Why was Harry the one who had to die? Even before we could talk, Harry had a target on his head. A target that made Voldemort try and kill Harry. But it didn't work. Voldemort was defeated. All that was left to signify that he had been there, were two dead parents, and two orphaned infants. One with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Another without. No scars on her body at all. Why couldn't I have gotten a scar on me too? Then Harry wouldn't be alone in this world. Why? Why was the world this way? Why?