It has been nearly seven years since the four of us first met. I can distinctly remember every detail of that cold September day when I first stepped onto the train station platform. I was alone; I had been alone for as long as I could remember. The orphanage I had lived in was a cold and horrible place and this, and this right now was my salvation, I couldn't wait! Wandering along the corridor of the train I found an empty carriage while people were saying goodbye to their families. A few minutes later a boy had walked in looking as scared as I felt,
"Hi," he said "Is there space in here?"
"Err, yes there's loads, everyone's saying goodbye to their families so they haven't started looking for places to sit yet," I smiled at him shyly and he smiled back.
"You not saying goodbye to anyone?" he asked as he sat opposite me.
"No, don't have anyone, their dead," I said bluntly, without really thinking about it no-one had ever shown me pity before or any interest whatsoever so I just carried on fiddling with my broken bag.
"Mine too," he said and I looked at him startled, not even noticing that another boy and girl had entered the carriage too.
"Really, how?" I asked curiously, it sounds so callous thinking about it now but we were children then, and I had never met anyone really who was the same. I never spoke to the other kids at the home, they were too scared to talk to me in case they got the same treatment I did; no-one wanted that. Besides I think they all still had at least one parent alive just not able to look after them.
"You don't know?" came an incredulous voice next to me, I turned and saw a red headed boy sitting there looking at me strangely. I shook my head and he stared harder "But… but that's Harry Potter" he stated pointing at the boy sitting opposite me.
"Oh, right" I said uncertainly, "Nice to meet you Harry, my names JJ," I smile he smiles back briefly before remembering my question.
"Oh apparently I'm famous in the wizarding world because this powerful dark lord called Voldemort murdered my parents and tried to kill me but couldn't," he summarises before asking "What about yours?"
"I always imagined that they died in some romantic and painless way,"
"Imagined?" said the bushy haired girl before introducing herself and the red haired boy, "I'm Hermione by the way and this is Ron,"
"Nice to meet you" I said "And yeah imagined no one ever told me what happened, they just told me at the orphanage where I live that their dead and there's no point in moping about it and they probably wouldn't have wanted me anyway," I smile bitterly to myself as I remembered this particular conversation.
"Would you like me to fix that?" she said pointing at my bag before tapping it with her wand, "you should get a new one really." I laughed at that,
"I've never had anything new in my life and I have no money," I smile,
"Oh, I'm..."
"It's okay, it doesn't matter I'll make do,"
And well that was that as they say, the rest is history. We were friends, inseparable, we did everything together; fought evil together, spent Christmas together, went shopping together, studied together and ate together. But I guess things always change in the end.
It's the summer before our last year at school and I've never felt so alone, Ron is going out with Hermione and Ginny is with Harry now which is great I'm really happy for them all even though Hermione, Ginny and I have had our difficulties, they sometimes seem to think I'm not quite trustworthy. I think they believe that the boys spend too much money on me, which they do, and give me too much attention which I can't do anything about. But it means that they have been too pre occupied to write or invite me to stay and my pride won't allow me to ask them. To make matters worse I am stuck here at the orphanage and there's a new boy who's staying in a room down the corridor he's nearly 18 so it's only temporary but he's mean and he seems to have taken quite a shine to me. When I say mean, I don't mean Draco Malfoy mean (because although I've never told anyone this I don't really think Draco is a bad person at all I think he's actually kind of beautiful, just messed up by his stupid family, and he wouldn't be the first). No I mean this guy is like scary, violent, rape and beat you kind of mean. And that's exactly the problem. I've been alone all summer avoiding him but things have caught up with me. For weeks he has been trying to touch me at meals grabbing me under the table and whispering what he will do to me if I tell anyone. I can't use magic to get him away or I'll be stuck here forever because I'll be expelled, I have no-one to tell so what was I supposed to do. I've been locking my door at night but tonight I must have forgotten to do it quickly enough and before I could do anything it's too late he is in my room standing in front of me.