I was a huge fan of Harry Potter. Though I may not have had merchandise, my head and heart was filled with the Wizarding world. I always dreamed of going to that world filled with spells and potions; with owls and hippogriffs. I lived in a small city nowhere near the UK. I had a close friend named Alice Walker near my home. She used to go to a boarding school and thus, I saw her very rarely. I used to joke around her saying that she was going to Hogwarts.

I was at her house on a sunny Friday morning. She was a little down that day; her electric blue eyes looked dull. Her thin face looked paler than usual and her black hair was not giving out the usual air of shine and happiness.

Her mother came into the room, looked at Alice, nodded and left the room. As the door closed with a small click, Alice left out a sad sigh. "I just want to say that you have been a great friend to me through the past 5 years. Even when I was not around you still kept in touch." As she said this, her eyes shined with tears, on the edge of falling out her eyes. I was worried and confused; why was she suddenly talking about this? I was about to enquire further when she talked again. "I'm a witch. Yes, the stories of the wizarding world you love are real. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger are real. Dumbledore is real. You remember how I used to say that I can't take my phone to my school? It's because Wizarding communities still don't have internet or smartphones."

She continued talking about her unknown secret life but I just sat there; shocked. I tried processing the new information but my mind was blank. My mind was racing, my friend is a witch. Witches and wizards are real. Why is Al suddenly pouring this out to me? "Al?" I broke her off her rambling. She looked at me her eyes red and tear marks were down her face. "What's wrong Al? You can tell me. Why are you suddenly saying all this?"

"I- I'm gonna.... die", she replied. "WHAT! What do you mean?" She sniffed and continued, "I have a curse on me ever since I was born. You see, most people do not know when they take their last breath. I did not until last week too. My parents just did not want me to lose my short life in grieving and sorrow. I won't be here next week. I'm gonna go C. To a place far away, where you can't visit or at least I hope, not soon." I brought my friend into a hug. A stream of tears was running from my eyes. This was not fair. We were just fourteen for crying out loud.

"I can pass a part of my magic core to someone if I want to. I chose you", she said as she wiped her eyes. Her mother came in the room a minute after. Her eyes were red and puffy. "We are gonna leave tomorrow to her grandma's home. I'm gonna do a series of spells to transfer the magic core. Stay very still whatever happens." I gave her a nod; not trusting my voice.

After about an hour of sitting still, murmuring spells, holding hands, and painful sting, a sudden warmth engulfed me. I stayed with Alice that night; going through memories after memories of our 5 years of friendship. The half-blood witch (her mother was a muggleborn and father was a half-blood) never saw Hogwarts. She went to the Wizarding School in our country itself.

The next day she left. That day I cried. Cried like I never had before. Cried because this world was unfair, cried for my friend, cried for my cracked heart. I fell asleep in the same position; tear marks down my face, cuddled in my blanket, face pressed against my pillow and a shaking breath. My mind confused. 

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