I lay awake at night wondering. I wonder about what to do now. I've been expelled from Hogwarts for using magic. It's not like I had much choice. There were dementors. Two of them. One mistake, one slip up and I'm off to live with the Deserlys forever. I hate them. I hate them. They're assholes. 

Is it over for me? Will I never see Hermonie or Ron again? Am I going to have to live on the streets? I would rather live on the streets than live with the Deserlys. Of course, I won't use magic ever again. Am I even going to survive? This day is a nightmare.

I then hear creaking outside. I grab my glasses and my wand. I grip it. Have the dementors come back? Are they here to finish what they've started? The door opens. Oh, not dementors. That's a bit of a relief. 

"Harry Potter, my you're up late." A voice says.

"Professor Moody?" I ask.

Why are they here? I look at them in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Rescuing you." The woman says.

We walk out of the house.

"I'm expelled from Hogwarts." I say,

"Not yet. Professor Dumbledor is talking with the Ministery. We're going to get you someplace safe." Professor Moody says. 

We line up. He taps his staff on the ground. Our brooms come flying. I'm not entirely sure what's going on but I'm just going to go along with it. To heck with it.