Hello readers! I am super glad that you have chosen to read my story. This is my first time writing a FanFiction and I'm sure that my writing is far from perfect so please bear with me. Enjoy :)

(I also don't own Harry Potter)

My name is Ebony Juliet Sanders, and going to that party was the biggest mistake of my life. If I knew that I would end up sleeping with Albus Potter, I wouldn't have done it. If I knew I would end up pregnant, I most definitely wouldn't have done it. But it happened and I can't change that.

It's all Lily Potter's fault, she was born.

Or more specifically she was born on the same day as me, September 30th. And of course the only person I ever talk to, my sister, Fern, was in the hospital wing because of a severe head injury (which I didn't cause by the way). So nobody knew it was my birthday, and when little Louis Weasley ran into the Gryffindor common room shouting that it was Lily Potter's birthday and that there was going to be a huge party, I was already upset that nobody had acknowledged my being 17. Not that anybody acknowledges me anyways. It's like I'm invisible. Ebony Sanders, the invisible student of Hogwarts.

As I was saying, the news that someone was having a party didn't sit very well with me. After some thinking, I decided to go to the party. I think that I was a bit off my rocker that day, I NEVER go to parties. Maybe I was deluded enough to consider the possibility that someone would realize that I exist and that it was my birthday too. I don't really know what I was thinking.

I sat down in my little corner of the common room and immersed myself in the book "Dragons" for the millionth time, trying to ignore the loud shouts and clinks of firewhisky bottles around me, trying to concentrate on the book. It didn't work.

"Hey Lily!" Hugo Weasley shouted from across the common room, running over to where Lily Potter stood. I peered over the top of my book to watch the interaction.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he practically screamed, pulling her into a bear hug. I was surprised that her ears had survived.

"H-hey Hugo" Lily replied, flabbergasted. She smiled at him, "Thanks"

They chatted for a while, talking about Quidditch. I was almost tempted to go back to reading my book, I've never understood Quidditch.

Lily surveyed the room and her eyes landed on me, I quickly buried my face in the book I was reading, pretending not to be listening to their conversation. Maybe I wasn't so invisible after all.

"Why is she here?" Lily asked, gesturing at my corner.

Hugo glanced at me "Dunno, I've never seen her before"

"I think she's in Al's year."

"Yeah, Rose would probably know."

"But look at her, she's reading a book! Who reads a book at a party?"

"It is a bit weird..." Hugo agreed, but he seemed uninterested.

After a while, Lily went to find her boyfriend, Connor Finnigan, and Hugo went to grab some firewhisky. I closed my book. Was I doing something wrong? Isn't this what people did at parties? I looked around and realized that nobody else was reading. Everyone was getting drunk, dancing, or talking.

Maybe going to this party was bad idea. People were starting to stare at me. I had to do something, I absolutely hated it when people stared at me. I wished Fern was here. She would know what to do.

A boy with messy black hair walked over to me; he must have seen how distressed I was. As he got closer, I realized that he was Albus Potter.

Great, now more people are going to stare at me.

"What are you reading?" He asked, green eyes focused on me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, usually people didn't talk to me.

I showed him the cover of my book.

"Oh, I know that one!"

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, it's one of my favorites"

"Oh," I said, not making eye contact.

"Who's your favorite character?"

"Definitely Lucille"

" Oh yeah, she's cool, but I stopped liking her when she turned out to be an animagus"

"Yeah, that kind of ruined it" I said, looking up from my lap and into his bright green eyes.

"Want some?" he asked, handing me a bottle of firewhisky.

"No" I said, handing the bottle back to him.

"Come on, loosen up!" he teased, he seemed a bit drunk himself.

I glanced at the bottle, it was my birthday, I could enjoy myself a bit.

"Is this what people usually do at parties?" I asked, still unsure about what motivated him to talk to me in the first place.

"Yeah" he flashed me a grin, holding up the firewhisky once again.

I mustered up all of my courage and picked up the bottle, I could be normal for once, it was my birthday after all.

Everything was a blur from then on. I think I talked to Albus for a bit, and at some point I may or may not have kissed him. But all I know for sure is that the next day, I woke up in a dormitory that wasn't my own, and Albus potter was sleeping next to me.

I jumped out of bed, then noticed the fact that I was completely naked.

Shit, did I just sleep with Albus Potter?

Did I just have sex?

I tried to calm myself down and take deep breaths. I managed to find all of my clothes and get dressed as I quietly ran out of the dormitory, trying to ignore the green eyes that were staring at me in shock.

It didn't happen, I didn't sleep with Albus Potter!

I navigated through the maze of drunk bodies littering the floor. I would just pretend this never happened, that's it! I'd forget eventually. It wasn't a big deal.