I suppose that many of you after reading the last chapter that I have written are curious about how it went. Well like I said before, they were found guilty of child abuse and the deaths of those 1 million people. I was to wear a black dress for the occasion. I went to Azkaban to see my parents. When I reached their cell, they told the guards to get rid of me. That I had no place to be here. I scoffed at them the pathetic who call themselves my parents. I told them that they are not my parents just strangers who I lived with. My mother attacked me and tried to choke me to death for saying that. My dad encouraged her on and wasn't until I cried that the guards stepped in. They obviously didn't care. But.....why should they? I am nothing to everyone.