Can I ask you something personal?
Hannah getting to know her new friend, Tom.
Hannah said, "Can I ask you something personal, Tom?"
Tom insisted, "You may."
Hannah inquired, "What was it like when you died?"
Tom frowned. "It is difficult for me to describe the feeling when Harry Potter stabbed the diary with a Basilisk fang. It felt excruciatingly painful, but then I felt sort of light and happy. Almost as if all of my problems had vanished. When I stepped out of my own body in this form, I felt somewhat relieved because nothing could ever hurt me now."
Hannah wiped a tear away and smiled. "Well, I'm glad that Harry Potter killed you."
Tom smirked. "You are?"
Hannah nodded and grinned. "Think about it. If Harry hadn't killed you, then we wouldn't have met each other."
Tom beamed, "You are right, Hannah. This right here, you and I feels better than anything I ever felt when I was alive. I am glad that I was killed because it led to our meeting. You are the prettiest and funniest girl that I have ever met."
Hannah blushed. "You're not so bad yourself."