When dinner was over, I retired to my bedroom, and put on a cozy gray pajama set from my beaded bag after getting ready for bed. I barely slept that first night, not from the fear that Voldemort would sleep with me, but because I was still coming to grips with the fact that I was here at all. Was I doing the right thing? Would Dumbledore's plans work? Time would only tell in the end; I just had to be ready to survive in the mean time...