1 Chapter 2

I'm tired.

I'm not just tired, like sleepy-tired. I'm tired of everything in my life. I'm here, living in a really small house in Canada, wishing I wasn't here. Hermione's not here. Ron's not here. Sirius and Remus aren't here. In fact, I live alone. I'm so lonely sometimes. I just wish that Hermione was here so that we could pick up where we left off. When Voldemort said that if I killed him, he also said that if I went back to a big city again, the one that I cared about most would die. And that would mean that Hermione would die. That would last for five years, and although that will be up in three months, I'm still scared. What if I come back and find out that Hermione and Ron are married or something? It's too scary to think about.

I want to get out of here. No, I need to get out of here. But soon, I can leave Quebec and I'll finally go back to London. I'll get a job, a girlfriend, preferably Hermione, and I'll have a much, much better life. I can actually be happy now, lying on my ugly brown couch in the tiny living room of this place, watching the news, getting very annoyed at my French- speaking neighbors, two people that argue so much that they should get a divorce. I can't hear the television because they are screaming at each other. But it's not even in English.

I'm sticking my head out the window and screaming "Tai-tois!" For about the zillionth time today. It means "Shut up." Quite useful. I just didn't know it before I came to Quebec because Hermione taught me French, and she didn't want me to be mean. Sometimes she's so nice it drives me crazy.

Living like this has practically undone all of the nice things that Hermione taught me. Don't get so mad at people. Forgive people more. Don't kill anyone. I think she just told me all of this stuff because my life has always been violent. I almost killed Voldemort when I was a baby, I kept getting smacked by Dudley until I was eleven, and I was cursing Malfoy all of my Hogwarts years. After that, I killed Voldemort. Now, all that I do is get mad in French. I either need something really good in my life now, or something bad. I don't know which. Which would be best for me, or which I'll get. All that I can do now is sit and wait a few more months.

Although I've been through four years and nine months of this, these last three months will be hardest. I will hardly be able to wait until the day that the curse breaks and I can get out of this tiny town. It's called Perce. I think that it's the biggest town that I can live in before Hermione dies. It's really scary to know that. I can't wait, but I will.