A/N: …Hello?

Yes it is I…I am back, somehow…okay, well since it's the start of the winter holidays, I'm going to update, and, some how, update more…hope there are still reviewers left…

Chapter 28 (Wow, 28):

"Here Ms. Jemmers, take this too, it'll last you the rest of the night."

He held up to me a miniscule bottle of pitch black liquid that looked thick. At first I thought it was ink, but why would the headmaster give me ink?

"What is…"

"This, Ms. Jemmers, is a small doze of Dreamless Sleep Draught, it will, as you so may have cleverly guessed, will fill your night with no dreams, no nightmares, nothing but peaceful silence and darkness. Nothing to disturb you, at least for a while."

"Thank you Professor…but what do I…"

"Just take leave one drop of this, Ms. Jemmers, on your tongue, which shall be enough to sustain the remainder of the night. Now hurry, get back to your dormitory, and to bed, you will not want to sleep in tomorrow…"

"And…why is that…?"

I am always so darn confused with this man, he doesn't ever seem to say anything out straightforward, and he just has to be so darn vague.

"Well, surely it is because, tomorrow is Christmas"

I had been so deeply immersed in what had been going on in my life that I forgot about Christmas. It was an awkward moment, it just seemed like ever since I stepped foot in this castle, however much I love it, my life changed, and I could never go back, I would never have a relatively normal life.

"Oh, of course." I said quietly. I grabbed the vile and left the room. As I walked through the door frame, but I turned around involuntarily and said to the old man:

"It seems that I can't go back to the way I was, doesn't it?" What in the world did I mean by that?

Yet, even though I had no idea what I was saying, Dumbledore seemed to understand it fully.

"Too true Ms. Jemmers, it happens to the best of us, and it has happened to you, but please, do not worry yourself on these dreams, things have just begun with you Ms. Jemmers, it will not, and shall not end here."

I had no idea what to say to that, so I just nodded and left.

"Oh, and Happy Christmas Ms Jemmers."

Right

The next morning I awoke peacefully and dreamlessly, it was such a good sleep, there was no tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night. There was just silence, and darkness, and at first, I will admit, that I was terribly frightened of this dreamless sleep draught, it was just that I thought darkness and silence for such a long period of time would never get me to sleep properly, I thought it would make the night worse, and I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. But oh, how I was wrong.

I got up slowly and cautiously, I went down to the common room. The students all gathered round the small tree that was put up in the room, there was presents for everyone, from everyone. There was this rule at the orphanage, we were allowed two presents until we were about eight years old, the presents usually consisted of two small toys from the either dollar store or the small thrift store usually provided. There actually was once a fund raiser for the orphanage from the government, and the orphanage did actually give nice presents, like new nice clothes, and proper books and etc. But I knew I probably wasn't getting anything this year.

I'm not really complaining really, but it would just be nice to see a small something under that tree. I even heard that Harry got something, and I knew already he was also someone who didn't get proper presents. I looked at the students opening their gifts. People got chocolate, sweets, books, posters, and odd bits and bobs from those magic families.

I walked past observing the happy faces, the normal lives (well, remotely normal, seeing that being at this school excluding you from being normal). I sat down on the comfy chair and looked at the fire burning. I was just thinking, that maybe I didn't want my only memory of my family in the pensieve; maybe I just wanted it in my head, it was my family after all, as horrible as they ended up being. No, how horrible she ended up being, I said to myself, after all, my father wasn't bad. I kind of drifted off without knowing it, maybe I fell asleep again, or maybe I was just in a haze, but whatever it was, I did not notice someone coming up behind me.

"Aleezé?"

I jumped with shock. I turned around, and breathed out in relief.

"Oh…sorry Hermione."

My hands were still shaking from the fright.

"Umm…Aleezé, this was under the tree, it's for you."

"A present?" I said shocked

"Mmmhmm!" She said brightly

She handed it to me, it was a thin package, it was wrapped crudely with colourful green and red paper decorated with fat Santas. I took it, and slowly unwrapped it. It was a picture. A picture of my family. And it was moving.

There they were, it was me and Michelle sitting on their laps. No Michelle was sitting on my fathers lap, and I was sitting on her lap, on my mother, she who haunted my dreams (for a while). There she was with me, both of us smiling, and she looking at me constantly. How fake. I thought. How disgustingly fake. It was a horrible feeling, hating your mother, or maybe not hating her, but always feeling nauseous when thinking about her.

"Did it have a card or anything?"

"Oh…no…I didn't see anything. Maybe there's a message on the back or something?"

I doubted it, if they didn't leave a card, they wouldn't have left a message, but I turned it anyways.

My face fell in shock.

To: Aleezé Jemmers

Write back as soon as you get this

Love,

Michelle Jemmers

Michelle Jemmers? It was so strange, even though I had now known she was my family. And it was written so rushed and crudely, like she was in a hurry. There was something wrong. I don't know how I did, but I knew it. And I did the only thing I could do.

I fainted.

Again.