I realize I lied last chapter; I did have something to say, just nothing of importance.
I'm going home, back to the parents who wish I was never born. If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't have been bitten. And if I hadn't been bitten, I wouldn't have caused them so much trouble. I feel like my very existence is forbidden when I'm in this house. They laugh and drink champagne, enjoying Christmas; all I want to do is leave, all I can think about is the new secret that replaced the old, the one I now don't dare tell even the Marauders.
I hate this.