The pressure in my head is building and with the hit my body took from the torture curse I can’t stand anymore and fall back to my knees. I feel that somebody, probably Voldemort, is grabbing my throat. I look back at memories of the last couple of months, the sneaking around after curfew, the secret glances in class, my moments with Harry, Yule ball with Viktor. Moments on the Astronomy Tower, talking and getting to know each other. Draco helping me with researching dragons for the First Task.