"Smart girl you are," he snarled. "I am Malvort Riddle. Son of the Dark Lord. The last living descendent of Salazar Slytherin." A chill went up my spine.

"WHAT?" Rose shrieked.

"Ignorant child. My father married at a young age to a certain Bellatrix Black. He feared for her safety and told her to leave him. She married Rudolphus Lestrange and I had to live with her. Now, I was planning on getting revenge on your father and grandmother Albus, but you foiled my plans again, since I needed a correct time to revenge. So I will harm you six instead. Death? Pain? Insanity? The options are endless. But I believe the best should be this spell," he raised his wand and screamed, "CRUTRIDEEOR!" Nothing seemed to happen, yet Riddle was smiling. "Now you shall never be able to speak of this without extreme pain. Try saying anything about this and it will feel like the cruciatus curse times ten. Good luck," He waved and everything went black.

The next day was a blur. I woke up in my dormitory bed. I cried. I boarded the train. I didn't talk much. I went back to Harry's. I read my notebook. It made me cry more.

"Hey sweets we are writing this together! Happy Birthday! We know you are going to go through some tough times. We want you to know that you can always talk to us. Just write what you need to say. And we know that talking won't be easy, or possible. If you can't do it, please don't! We know that the decision will be hard bit before you do, remember this! When you speak in your future condition, people will think you are babbling! It is not worth the pain. We know you can do this! We love you!

-Mommy and Daddy"

How did they know? I wiped my tears and wrote at the bottom of the page:

I love you too. I will try to make it through. I will remember. Thank you.

Love.

Luna

Maybe next year would be better. I can make it through. And I will.