My name is Ophelia Zabini. The Zabini family took me in after my mother died after giving birth to me, and my father not wanting me. I grew up with Blaise, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy. A year after Blaise, Pansy, and Draco turned eleven and were sent to Hogwarts, it was my turn to go. However, Mum and Dad thought it would be better to send me to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, something about staying away from someone; staying pure. I was disappointed I wouldn't be able to see everyone, but I obliged, and everything was going great. Then one night during supper, our palace was infiltrated, and Death Eaters attacked us. After being hit with a spell I don't ever remember existing, I remember Blaise apparating me to, what I'm assuming to be, the Great Hall in Hogwarts. I remember Blaise screaming for help and professors scrambling to get to me.
But what I distinctively hear is a scream of my name.
Coming from none other than the most wonderful man in the world;
Draco Malfoy.