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I'm back home now, and I'm not leaving the house until next term, wherever that is. Even with all of mum and nana's hugs and kisses and telling me that I'm okay and safe...I don't feel it. I hold my wand everywhere around the house and I jump whenever I hear someone Apparating. Oh Merlin, the test! I can't take the test now! I can't even stand the sound of Apparating.
I'm such a coward. How am I going to get over this? I hate feeling this way. Attacking me, pulling my hair, throwing curses at me, why!!!? What did we do!?
I may never get over this. I think I might homeschool my final year. Maybe... if that's even possible. Or transfer to the Palace of Beauxbaton. Maybe.
But...
Oh I don't know. I can't figure this out now. I'm so tired.
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I should thank them,
I just wanted to thank Sylvie Fawcett, Stacey Fairchild and Theodore Nott for helping me back then. I don't think I would have made it without you. I owe you a lot.
Why did he help me anyway? Did he even remember my name?