I hate life. It's really annoying. Everything sucks. I can't believe I'm doing this. Hogwarts? I mean what kind of name is that anyway? I'll have no friends-not that that will be much different from home…but that is so not the point! Maybe I'll make some new friends? Ok, who am I kidding. I'll have Sev sure, but I don't think he's normal either…oh well I guess we can be not normal and such together.

"Hun, did you pack socks?" I sighed; only a mom could be this obsessed with socks. I tried not to sound annoyed; I mean it would be months before I saw her again.

"Yes, I got them." I smiled at my dad as he met my eyes knowing what I was thinking.

"We should finish up soon; we have to leave in about a half an hour." He told my mom catching her arm, "I'll help her finish and check her things. Why don't you go finish getting dressed and ready?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment then took a deep breath and nodded. She turned and walked up the stairs to her room. I took out a pen, grabbed a piece of paper, and my school supplies list. Then I sat down and wrote out a list of what I needed-more neatly and accurately than the one I had used before and that lay crumpled and torn in the garbage can. Then I went to check everything off of it against my stuff.

When I was finished I smiled at my dad and started up the stairs to speak to my mom. I knocked and walked in. She was in a long tan skirt and white undershirt. She was looking through her over shirts with an annoyed expression on her face. She looked up at me briefly as I walked in, and then held up two shirts. She held them up to herself in the mirror thoughtfully and asked.

"What do you think? The gold or the orange?" I looked at them both,

"I think the gold with that red or purple scarf." She nodded at my choice in a distracted way and turned to put it on, I put the list on her make-up jewelry desk and slipped back out. I started to wander down our short hall.

When I got to my sisters room I paused, memories flooded back and I stared at the door. Willing her to open it and say she forgave me. I stood there for a few minutes before my throat tightening I turned away and went to the very end of the hall to my room. I opened the door and looked at it. It looked desertedly bare, like no one lived there anymore. In a way that was true. I glanced at all my stuff that I was leaving behind; I would miss my crafts and stuffed animals. I would miss being home, at least the way it was before…I missed that even now. I glared at my room, trying not to cry. I'd done enough crying.

I sighed then in a dejected way and stepped out of my room, closing the door behind me. The wind from my cracked window blew my door closed with my tug and it closed louder and more sharply than I had meant it too. Its bang as it closed made me flinch. I felt as if I was closing a door, a path, a way my life could have gone.

But it hadn't and a new path lay spread beneath my feet now. Thinking that made me smile, I had gotten that line from one of those books I was reading recently. It was a pretty dumb book in my opinion. Then I frowned thinking how it accurately described my life in many ways. I walked back down the hall, and paused again in front of my sister's room. I raised my hand to knock then thought better of it. I had to think of what I would say, I felt like I had said everything.

Her room, I remembered every detail. Even before, before everything it had been technically off limits without her permission or her being there. But Tuney, or Petunia, was my best friend, I used to wait for her in her room when she was at school. As long as I didn't touch or mess up anything she didn't mind. But when she was home she allowed me in there with her, I sit and play with my horses in a corner as she did her homework. Yes, she was my best friend.

Was being the key word now, I felt tears sting my eyes. I wanted to bawl and cry and have her come and hold me and read me stories or play with my hair or do my nails. I was going to a new school, a huge new school. I had no one but my mother to write to-but that just wasn't the same. Tuney was now beyond my grasp, short as it was-my only being 11-it used to be enough.

She was the main reason I was going really, and the reason I was miserable about going. Kind of the opposite things but I knew I couldn't stand being around here, where Tuney was my life and have her not speaking to me. That just wouldn't work. So, so I was going to a boarding school somewhere in England to learn to become a witch.

Well, I would have someone. Severus Snape to be exact. Though he recently hurt Petunia, so technically-I am really starting to hate that word-I wasn't speaking to him. But I think I would probably put that aside when I left. I don't think I can make it all alone.

I walked on and paused at my mom's room. I heard something inside and walked in. She looked up in a pained expression; she had tears glistening in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," She started; I started to shake my head and walk to her, "I just don't want to let you go. I feel like I'm losing you. And I know nothing of this, so I'm worried." She confided, I curled up at her side.

"Don't be sorry mom. I'll miss you too but we'll write. I'll be perfectly safe, Severus will take care of me if I can't myself." I reassured her, she blinked at his name but I said it confidently. I knew he would help me if I needed it. Again this morning I felt like crying but held it back. I knew I would have to eventually but I held it off. I sat by her till my dad peeked in.

"It's time to go."