Oh blimey, I'm so super sorry for the long wait! I won't bore you with the excuses, just the apologies. Yes, I have seen the reviews, and thank you so much for them! Don't worry, I won't abandon this(or any of my other stories), and if I do, I'll make sure to tell you. Because I hate when people just stop updating and you don't even know if they finished or not or if they just don't care.

"It doesn't make any sense, I'll admit that, but-" Hermione started.

"Hermione. Really. Just give it up- The brooms were perfectly fine, and you got Harry's taken away." Ron said. I looked to Harry.

"They took yours too? Blimey, this is rubbish!" I said, taking another bite of my food. It was really good food, okay?

RPOV

I walked through the halls with Hermione by my side, in complete silence.

"Look: I know you are upset because Harry and Ronald won't talk to you, but that's no reason to be crying all day long! You've still got me, and-"

"Rita, I know. And I'm sorry that I've been upset and quiet lately, it's just…"

"They're your best friends, I get it." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Rita, so are you-"

"No, Hermione. It's okay. You know? I don't think I'm very hungry. Why don't you go on in, I'll catch up with you later." I said, bypassing the Great Hall and pushing open the doors that led out to the grounds, shivering at the cold air. I had left both my cloak and jacket up in my dorm, and this was one cold Saturday.

I pulled my hands into my jumper and hugged my arms to my sides, battling the chill without much progress.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, sliding down to sit at the base of a big tree facing the lake. Why was everyone always mad at me, or upset with me, or leaving me, or ignoring me? What did I do?

I groaned and shifted my position so I was laying on my back with me arms spread wide on either side and my legs propped up against the white bark of the large tree. I stared up through its barren branches at the grey-blue sky.

I was a mess up, I knew that. And so did everyone else.

From the moment I was born I had people thinking that, I'm sure. I was never good enough for anything let alone anyone.

I wish I had a mom. I mean, Tonks was great! But she wasn't my mum, and there were just things I'd rather discuss with my mother.

….Or my father, if her weren't a crazy madman.

I wish he wasn't. I wish he was normal. I wish he was here. I wish he hadn't killed those people. I wish, I wish, I wish.

But where does wishing get us? Nowhere at all.

Wishing is for the weak, the faint, and the hopeful. I had no hope-and no right to- that I would actually be able to have my father back, or that he would be better than how people say he is.

I hadn't noticed that I was crying until I felt a hot tear pool in my ear. I sat up and wiped my face with my sleeve.

Crying was for children. Hadn't I told myself I wasn't going to shed another tear?

Well, if not, I am now.

I wasn't going to shed one more tear. No, what I was going to do was get my broom back.

Okay okay. I feel bad for the crappy self-pity chap but I felt like I wasn't making her situation as clear to y'all as it is to me. Rita is a lone in more than one way and she feels like there is no one and nothing worse than her. If we were in that situation I'm sure we'd feel the same.