Days flew into weeks, I avoided seeing Draco as much as I could. The same went for Harry, I wasn't brave enough to tell what had happened, nor was I brave enough to tell him how I really felt. For the first week he tried to talk to me everyday but I managed to find an excuse every time. Each time I saw the look on his face after I told him I had to go work or how I had to go check something was agonising, he looked like an injured puppy waiting for a cuddle. Eventually through pure neglect I think he got the message loud and clear that I wasn't up for talking not just to him but to anyone. My worst fear of being with Malfoy is that I would push away Harry and now I couldn't even blame that...I was doing it all by myself.

I hardly spoke to Pansy, I couldn't lie through my teeth anymore. I was grateful she never pushed me, she never tried to get me talk. She just stayed in the room and carried on with her work, she'd flash me the occasional smile and I did my best attempt of one back.

Despite not speaking to Harry, or Pansy and even the way that Draco spoke to me these weren't the things that were weighing me down the most. Instead it was the overwhelming guilt I had over my family, here I was running around the school for nearly a year in my own little head worried about a boy hardly giving a thought to my family. The family I no longer have. The memories of happier times ran through my mind constantly, knowing I was never going to hear my sisters laugh or see my mothers smile or even my clumsy father tripping over for the 100th time in a day crippled me inside. Draco was right, I had no one. Truly no one. I barely spoke to Dumbledore now, he seemed too occupied with other things. I didn't blame him for that, he had a life of his own not having to worry about me every day.

The time had come for the final task and I couldn't help but feel so nervous for Harry. I decided it was a better idea to leave Harry so he could concentrate as much as he could not being distracted by my attempt of an apology. I really hoped through my horrendous behaviour he could put his feelings for me behind him I just hoped that he still wanted to be my friend at the end of all this.

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We gathered around the maze in our seats waiting for someone to appear, the band still played quietly as everyone remained on the edge of their seats but apart from that there was silence no talking just quiet. The suspense filled the air, who was going to come out first. I prayed and prayed it was Harry, I knew he could do this.

Time seemed to pass so slowly with every slight movement everyone's anticipation was like electricity through the air and then with a flash there was Harry! And Cedric! The crowd roared with cheers, shouts, clapping and whistling. I jumped to my feet feeling the first bit of energy I had felt in a while come rushing through my veins.

Then came a noise that wasn't with celebration but of fear. Harry's body was over Cedric's and he was shouting something but I couldn't hear the crowd was still too loud, His face...his face was in pain, was he crying? Oh my god what was happening. I looked around the crowd as everyone began to quiet, nearly everyone's face was covered with confusion and concern...even Draco's.

"HE'S BACK, HE'S BACK....VOLDERMORT'S BACK" Harry screamed in terror. I could suddenly hear wailing and crying I saw it coming from Cedric's father. No, please no. Dumbledore had hold of Harry's head I couldn't hear what he was saying I was too far away but I could see he was trying to calm Harry down.

This can't be happening this isn't real life. Cedric.. he wasn- He wasn't dead! And Voldemort...he couldn't be..its impossible. My ears were ringing all I could hear was my own breath, I watched as people began falling to the floor with pain. This isn't happening.

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Once again time passed over the next couple days, no one could comprehend what had happened. Many people too upset to talk, or even get out of bed. This was the beginning of something terrifying, I didn't know much about what was happening but I knew it couldn't be good.

To say I was scared was an understatement, I was terrified and suddenly I felt more alone than ever. I had no one to turn to. No one to hold me through my fears, no shoulder to cry on. We broke up from school tomorrow and as far as I was aware I was having to stay here, Dumbledore spoke to me about it a while ago but at the time he said that I may of found a friend that I wanted to spend the summer with. I almost laughed thinking about it.

My day was filled watching people pack up their trunks, excited to be reunited with their family and loved ones. My heart ached with jealousy, knowing I would never have a family's love again.

I roamed the halls looking for inspiration for lept out of my chest was I going to have to try explain what had happened, had Luna said something to him?

"Oh Hi Harry, I can't stop long I've got-."

"Stop Ivy! Stop avoiding me! Look, after what happened with...with Cedric" I could see the pain it caused him even to say his name. "There's bigger stuff going on than for us to stop speaking over nothing" he caught his breath. "Look...I get that you don't like me like that and honestly that's fine but I don't want to lose you as friend ok? You need people around you Ivy that care about you! Let me in!" A single tear began to trickle down my cheek. Without thinking a threw my arms around him and hugged him so tight. That comfort he always would bring me enthralled me again. My emotions were so raw that I couldn't contain the sobs coming out of me.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong?" His hands gripped on my shoulders as he readjusted his height to be eye level with me.

"It's..it's my family" the sobs still uncontrollable. "There's something I've nev-I've never told you"

"What is it?" He stroked my arms up and down.

"They didn't die in a fire Harry" I sniffled back my tears knowing my words needed to be clear for this. "They died because...because my sister killed them. Because the person she loved told her too and then he killed her..." my sobbing now completely taking over my body. I dropped to the floor unable to breathe. It was the first time I had told anyone about this but the worst was yet to come.

Harry sat and calmed me for a while, until I was no longer crying. Till I was able to talk more normally and function like a human.

"So do you want to tell me what happened..?" I gazed out the castle for a while but I nodded. I knew I needed to tell someone about this. I knew I need to get this off my chest.

"My sister was very deeply in love but she was unwell, she had somewhat lost her mind. He..he was a monster. Unable to love but use people. He was wicked and cruel, she was so innocent before him. He was much older than her she was only 20, I couldn't tell you how old he was. She was just so mixed up, he had drained her of majority of her memories, she didn't even know who we were by the end. She didn't know who she was. Anyway, my mother and father went to save her but he ordered her to kill them and without knowing who they were she did. And then she realised what she'd done but by that point he didn't care and killed her. They were my life Harry."

"Ivy...I don't even know what to say...that's awful. Horrendous. Oh Ivy you should of told me before, why did you never tell me?"

"I don't know..fear I guess. Sometimes I wonder if he knew I existed would he come after me? I don't know." I shrugged

"Oh Ivy...I'm so sorry...can I ask who he was?"

I took a deep breath. "He was a death eater. Antonio Dolohov"