The first month of summer break was rather stale. As much as I love my parents, we have been slowly growing apart. I have not been as, honest, to them about what has been going on at Hogwarts. Bringing myself up to tell my parents proceeded to get harder as the years went by. How could I tell them that my best friend seems to always find someone who wants to kill him? That while I have tried to stay out of the heroics that Harry and Ron go through, I still end up tied into it. I was honest for the first year, but after being petrified in second year, I couldn’t tell them. They would take me out of Hogwarts. The closeness I once had with my parents had been growing colder. It mostly consisted of simple talk and about my academics. I was barely able to tell them about the Triwizard Tournament last year, and to get extra money for my dress. Let alone who I was going with.