"Well, we would always fish together for Freshwater Plimpies by the river. And well, I don’t remember anything else ’cause.. well… the night she died, she was making a potion. I don’t really know what it was she was making. That night, I was in my room, reading a muggle novel called ‘Mi Ultimo Adios’ from my Aunt in the Philippines. My father went out in a trip to find more interesting articles for the Quibbler," she said, holding an empty tea cup in here hand. Luna never was this open to anyone, as I know it. I so feel angry and frustrated for myself. I mean, I know that she wouldn’t want to talk about this. "Then I suddenly put it down and went to my mother, who was working with the potion. While I was climbing up the stairs to my mom’s study, a shriek filled the air. I climbed up faster, only to find the potion exploding at my mum, then she collapsed and fell to the floor. The potion was still erupting, some of it hit my head. I was worried and knelt down beside my mom. Then she held out here hand to me and gave me the necklace and said ‘Don’t worry about me, my dear Luna. I’ll be fine. Don’t forget, I love you’. Then everything went black for me," she continued. She didn’t cry. She didn’t do anything. She just sat there calmly. I admire her so much. She knows how to hide emotions, how to mask yourself, your true self. "I woke up a few days in St. Mungo’s. The healers said that some of my memory was erased by the potion that my mother was making. I didn’t believe at <b>…</b>
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