Harry wanted to go home. He wasn't even sure where home was, really – it definitely wasn't Privet Drive. Maybe it was Hogwarts, his first true home, or maybe the Burrow, where he knew (hoped) Ginny was. Even this dratted tent wouldn't be so bad if only Ron were here.

He wanted Ron back. Ron would find some way of cheering Harry and Hermione up.

Or maybe not. Ron had been unusually moody ever since they had gotten that dratted locket. Harry needed to figure out a way to get rid of the locket, and then get Ron back.

Harry wasn't sure he had ever been so lonely. Sure, Christmas at the Dursleys had never been happy, but he had usually gotten some presents, even if they were awful.

At least the Dursleys acknowledged him. Here Hermione hadn't talked to him since she had gone into the tent hours ago.

Harry really missed Hedwig. She was just an owl, but anytime he was feeling lonely she would appear and stay with him until he felt better. But she was dead.

Harry even felt abandoned by his wand, which had broken last night – and his wand wasn't even a living being (although Harry firmly believed it had some sort of consciousness).

And Dumbledore.

Even the thought of his name was enough to send a shiver of anger through Harry. He had trusted Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had never told him the whole truth. Dumbledore, who had helped Grindelwald rise to power.

So Harry felt abandoned by everyone. Dumbledore was a liar, Ron had left, his wand was broken, Hedwig was dead, Sirius was dead, his parents were dead . . .

Thank Merlin for Hermione.

"Hermione?" Harry called quietly into the tent. It was almost midnight, and he wasn't sure if Hermione was sleeping.

Hermione's face appeared through the tent flap. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Well, that was a lie. "It's just – if last night was Christmas Eve, that makes today . . ."

"Christmas," Hermione breathed, eyes widening.

Harry managed a grin. "Merry Christmas, Hermione."

Hermione burst into tears.

Startled, Harry got up, unsure what to do. "Er, Hermione?" He tentatively patted her on the back.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "It's just . . . I wish . . ." She dissolved into tears again.

"Me too," Harry sighed, thinking about Ron and Dumbledore and Ginny. "This is the worst Christmas ever."

Hermione choked out a laugh. "I just want to go home."

"Me, too." He wasn't sure where home was, but he wanted to be there for Christmas.