I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy one Potions class, for all the people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.
Everyone knows Draco Malfoy is an entitled little snot. However, he does have a point here. “… they’re not wanted at home.” I know how that feels, not being wanted. I haven’t been kicked out or anything like that, but I do need to get out. I’m don’t feel free to express myself, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s the same as not being wanted. People might say they are on my side, but their other words say differently.
It was true that Harry wasn’t going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once.
I also know exactly how Harry feels. I’ve probably been saying this a lot lately, but I really miss school. At Randolph-Macon, I made some really good friends and amazing professors. Friends who will always have my back no matter what and professors who believed in me even when I felt like I was royally screwing up. Somehow – I’m not sure I’ll ever understand it – my professors saw my potential and encouraged me to go after what I wanted – what I still want, for that matter. School felt more like home than home does. I had a support system; a family I chose for myself. I felt like I belonged somewhere.
Sometimes, I wondered how things would be different if I had chosen a different school. If I would’ve had all of the academic accommodations I needed to be successful. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized what I would be giving up if I left Randolph-Macon for somewhere else. And it was too much. RMC had its ups and downs, but it was family.