A/N: Thanks to Because-I-Got-High, Shdwcat27, and Aranel Aredhel Niphredil (your English is fine, don't worry!) for their reviews!
I want you all to know I hate this chapter. A lot. It's short, it's badly written, and it's taken me days to get out even this. Flame all you want, I welcome them for this chapter.
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Christmas. A time of family and togetherness, of friends and lovers, of giving and getting. One feels the joy of waking up and finding a warm fire crackling merrily in the fireplace and seeing the presents under the tree.
I woke up alone, cold, no tree, no warmth, and no joy. But I felt peaceful for the most part, as I just lay there, curled up in a blanket, watching the outside world through the window. I would have no presents to look forward to, but that didn't matter. I had the whole day to myself, and if I wanted, I could just stay here the whole time.
I didn't, but I could've. I eventually got out of bed, soaked in the bath, froze my toes off walking barefoot to the living room, and finally got myself a fire going. After that, I curled up with a mug of hot cocoa, a book, and a fluffy Crookshanks to keep me the only company I would ever need.
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Harry and Ron were probably having fun messing around together, going through their presents, wearing their Weasley sweaters. Mum and Dad are probably in different rooms, hating each other, hating me, hating everything. My aunt was probably having a ball with a man she met in Chile, not even guessing that someone was in her house.
But not me, no, I'm alone. And, for the first time in a long time, I feel lonely. I looked for this time to spend by myself, no distractions, no one coming to bother me. Why, then, did I suddenly have the urge to find someone just to sit with?
I told myself it was just because I had never spent Christmas alone. It was the lack of holiday cheer that was making me feel lonely. I knew deep down that wasn't the real reason, but I told myself it was anyway.
Not for the first time, I wondered if I was just being a drama queen. Maybe I was overreacting. Did I just want attention? Did I want to be alone? Perhaps I just wanted someone to be there for me, and I was subconsciously calling out for help.
Maybe I'm just a screwed up teenager that doesn't know what she wants.
A/N: Please, I really need constructive criticism for this chapter. It's terrible and I want to make it better but I need someone to help me with that!