-1Hogwarts. To some that collection of letters holds so much importance, and to others, it is nothing. To me, it is just my school. I live here, so I suppose it is also my home-away-from-home, though I'll always prefer the original. I don't think I'll ever get used to not seeing my family for months on end, or to sleeping in a room with four other girls. It's the weirdest thing, I never had to share a room before I came here, but after what, four and a half years here, you'd think I'd be used to it by now.
If you've got this far, you're probably asking yourself, "Who is this girl? Why do I care about her and her dorm? Where are Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco Malfoy, my beloved people?" The answers are these: my name is Sarah Elizabeth Fletcher and before you ask, no, I'm not new, I've been here, but you've not heard of me before, you care about me and my dorm because this is my story, and that is what I care to tell you. As for those famous people, they're here. Just not with me. See, I don't know them. Oh, I know of them well enough, but do I know them? No.
See, I'm just a fifth year, one year below them, and I'm not even in their house. Nope, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I'm no one special, just a half-blood who's attending Hogwarts and learning to control my magic. I guess the only special thing about my life is that I go to the same school as the most famous wizard under seventeen, and probably alive, not counting You-Know-Who.
I'm often asked by my parents what it's like to go to school with someone so famous. The answer is… well, it's different, I'll give you that much. It's not so much that going to school with a famous person is odd, especially when they don't know you exist, but that going to school with someone who gets in so much trouble is odd. Every year he ends up in the hospital wing, usually with at least one of his friends. Sometimes I'd like to know what exactly they're doing to get hurt so much, but then I realize that if I know, I'll probably not be able to sleep for a month.
Sometimes I pity him, Harry that is. He's gotten the short end of the stick, but then, he does rather seem to enjoy certain aspects of it sometimes. But then, what do I know? I've never met the guy!
I sometimes wonder why I find him so fascinating. It's not as though I'm in love with him or anything! No, to have that would be horrible, but his life is so tragic, so filled with loss, and yet so meaningful, so important, that if he lives or dies could spell the same for the wizarding world as we know it.
Ah well, I'll end this story now, for it seems the proper place.