You had always known it was a possibility. In fact you had warned Remus early on not to get attached. But the boy did not listen.

He had thought all his life he would be the one who would be stolen away from you by his curse. Not you being snatched away from him.

It was a warm Sunday morning, and the entire group of you - Yourself, Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, Mary, Marlene and Lily - had found yourselves under a tree in the field.

However, it had been Peter who gasped first, holding up his copy of the Daily Prophet. You had been betrothed to someone else.