How, after so long of trying to tell you, can I reach the first part of how I fought? Because yes this is a tale of how we all fought a tremendous battle and how lives were lost. This day this hour, this minute, I have lived over and over again. How I remember it, what actually happened they may be different. The point is, I was there. I watched as Lucius Malfoy went to find Severus Snape. As I realised what was happening, I transfigured into a granian and flew from one of the towers. I couldn’t tell you which one I couldn’t tell you what mad me go. I realised, when I got to the Shrieking Shack that it wasn’t just me. That Fred and George were with me as well. We stayed on one side by the boats. Whilst my father and uncle spoke inside.

Did it go on forever? I don’t know. I just know that we stayed very still. We didn’t dare move. Nagini hung suspended in thin air. Protected, from Harry. The man in there was not my father, I didn’t recognise him anymore. He wanted so much to go after Harry that other ventures that he had were now lost. We stayed there for a long time. I don’t ever remember my heart beating so fast, then there came the words in Parseltongue…Kill…

Fred had his hand over my mouth and George was practically lying on top of me as I shook and tears ran down my face. He left him on the floor and took Nagini with him. Voldemort knew what he was doing he only had to disarm Snape to get the wand but he was jealous. Jealous of the connection that we had between Uncle and niece. I stand firm on that. I also believe that he knew that we were all in the room. To one side was Harry, a parselmouth with 2 friends and the other me, another parselmouth with two friends.

I heard Harry enter as soon as he left. What made him do it I don’t know. But in a vial he collected a tear. I watched him. “Take it” he said. Then he was gone. I wanted so much for his last words to be directed to me. Not to someone who thought he was the worst teacher and a terrible person. I hated Harry for that.

We flew back to the castle and continued to fight. Continued to battle. But I was in shock I feel as though I don’t remember anything from the moment we landed. We went down stairs after stairs and then came his voice, my father’s voice. It was an opportune moment for I was face to face with a Death Eater. I don’t know who it was. I don’t even care.

“You have sustained heavy losses yet you resist me. Every drop of magical drop spilled is a loss and a waste. I command my forces to retreat immediately”

I don’t know if people thought of me as a Death Eater or not. Did they see me as a Snape? A Riddle? A Gryffindor?