In the meantime a house elf cleaned the room and made the bed. I pay no attention and let myself fall face forward on the bed, as the tears spill over and I cry. I’m not only crying because of the pain, but also for the girl I used to be compared to now. Everything is so confusing, I want to hate who I am now, but I don't. I like the power, the magic and I do enjoy the responsibility. But I am always in some sort of pain, every day and the moment I had some relief from that I got addicted to the potion that was made to help me. I dragged my friends into the addiction, what friend does that.