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Before the semester ends, He was dead. He was found dead near the lake. The police said that he had killed himself, drowned himself to death. His mother hysterically cried on the banks, his father was keeping himself in control, trying to be strong for his family, and his girlfriend was hugging her friend, crying. They could not believe that he could do it, because he was such a nice guy, a loving son and a good boyfriend. He could not do such thing because he was a happy guy, a contented one and he had everything he could ask for, but they didn't know he was murdered. He was murdered by prejudice, by envy and by angst. Before the semester ends, he is dead. He was murdered, but nobody knew, because everybody thought that he had committed suicide.

We didn't meet on Hogwarts Express on September 1st when we were eleven. You were not seated in a compartment with the boy who lived, and I wasn't helping a boy look for his toad Trevor, because we met on the 7th of June, in a room with forty - eight students. I was seated on the other side of the room with my girlfriends and I didn't even knew you existed. You didn't have freckles on your cheeks or ginger hair, instead you have girlish cheek and ebony messy hair, nevertheless you had siblings. Neither do I have bushy hair nor two big front teeth like a rabbit, but I'm a know - it - all and annoying. I had never corrected you in pronunciation or helped you in your homework during that year, because never I even laid eyes on you or thought that you're in our class. We're not in a group of three. We never spoke in whisper and thought that our teacher was about to kill your best mate or even try to sneak a dragon to the highest tower in our school. Most...