I fell asleep around midnight. This was my first night out of my father's clutches. I felt out of place. I felt alone. Loneliness is a horrid feeling. You feel as if no one loves you; as if no one cares. I remember a time before pain and sorrow. I know that Potter's family had died and he really had no one before Hogwarts, I wonder if he felt this way? I wonder what he thought before he died? Was it joy because he was going to permanently fill the emptiness or was it sorrow because he was leaving the temporary fillers?
Loneliness is a horrid feeling.I feel a whole in my heart. I never noticed it before. I know that I dont miss Father at all but I never felt this way…

I'm tied up. I'm back were I started from. I'm in His basement, his layer. I'm too scared to move and pain is soaring thru my body. A figure stands over me. Fear at my fingertips. It shakes me violently.

I sit up knocking over Mrs. Weasley. "Are you all right?" I ask.
"Yes" she replies "Are you?"
"I'm fine" I say half smiling.
"Well it's Christmas and the boys'll be here soon." She smiled "You better get up…we'll get some of Mr. Weasley's old clothes. Fuddy duddy went to work today! Can you believe it?!? On Christmas!"