You and Xavier were always close. You loved your boyfriend. You loved him more than anything.

It was nearing the end of the seventh year, nearing closer to the war, headlines on The Daily Prophet getting much more crazier.

You both weren't ready. The two of you wanted to get married, live in a house with a willow tree, have kids, grow wrinkly, and wise together.

You two were having sweet, deep conversations up in the Astronomy Tower, sitting facing each other on the ground.

"I don't know anymore. I give and give and once you give to much, you can't get it back." Xavier sighed softly, looking out onto the beautiful scenery.