Nodding, I continued, "there have been a lot of events that I have neglected to tell you. They mostly surround my friend, Harry. Since the start, a man who goes by Voldemort." The burst caused me to hesitate. "Who I will call the Dark Lord for the time being since I am annoyed by the spell surrounding his name. Anyway, he has been after my friend since he was one. About a stupid prophecy that has already completed." I took another deep breath. "Since then, each year there has been danger that surrounds Harry and I have done my best to keep him alive through this. Putting myself in the crossfires." I then went into a small explanation for each year. "First year was him possessing our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Second year was a fracture of his soul, possessing another one of our friends who never told us about it, out of fear, and releasing a basilisk," Sica, "on the school. Third year had Harry’s godfather escaping to hunt down the supposed dead friend who betrayed them and caused Harry to lose his parents. Last year was the tournament, the one where I needed the dress for the ball, which ended up with one of the champions dead and the full return of the Dark Lord."