September

Invisible. People really underestimate that word. Invisible is when three quarters of the Hogwarts population don't know you.

To say that I was average would be an understatement if I'm honest. Average name; Average body, normal boobs, normal bum, stick like figure; average grades; average personality- actually no, scrap that, my personality is most defiantly not normal.

The only thing remotely different about me is the fact I have slightly larger boobs because I'm kinda chubby… and I have pink hair… but you know it wasn't one of those like desperate attempts to get attention, its not like I though one day 'Oooooh lets die my hair pink! That's a good idea!' No. It was a lovely prank I never bothered to fix… I mean come on, have you seen how far away the nurses place thingy is? I'm not gonna go there… in my own free time! Who would? Ok I'm sure most people would but I don't really care it's not like its hot pink, its bubblegum pink and my hair was blonde to begin with anyway so there's no problemo. Oh and my eyes are blue. How cliché, I know. But in this story there's defiantly no prince charming. Only four Slytherin boys I like to call my best friends. This is a profile of myself I've just drawn if you want all the info…

Name: Elizabeth Morgan

Age: 15, 16 in four months time.

Hair: Blonde, well pink but you know…

Eyes: Blue

House: Gryffindor

Best mates: Scorpius Malfoy, Evan Nichols, Tom Peterson and Johnny Peterson.

Tom and Jonny are twins, un-identical though so all's good. I met them and Evan in my first year on the boat to Hogwarts and I met Scorp in second year when he befriended the others. I was a bit cold to him at first. I didn't like newbies especially as he was hanging around with Rose Weasley but y'know then James Potter came and forbad her from seeing him again. Of course he was heartbroken but he got over it.

I'm on the train to Hogwarts; I forbid my friends to talk to me each train ride... They didn't think I was being serious… I was. ATM I'm riding into my fifth year. Now I'm alone with one of the best books in the world. Romeo and Juliet. Now, now don't judge me, it would be true to say I'm a complete hopeless romantic but that does not mean I like to wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a naturally cold person, rejecting friendship and warmth. Fun… I know. Anyway that's why my friends and I get along so well. They're babes. Total 100% babes.

But my peace is interrupted by the door opening. In the doorway stands the one person I actually hate. Ok not hate but dislike a lot. Basically every time I see him I want to claw my skin of with my nails and poke myself in the eyes with a red hot blunt metal pole… ok yeah I do hate him.

"Hey." He said winking. I didn't respond. I was proud of myself. I didn't raise my eyebrows or scoff which is what I normally would've done. He didn't look deterred and just came in and sat down. I didn't invite him in. He will pay. "Whats your name?"

"None of your business." I told him with a sarcastic smile, whipping over to the next page, ignoring his arrogant grin.

"That's a strange name. Mine's James-"

"Potter, yeah I know." I finished for him.

"Oh I can see you're an admirer." He teased.

"Oh? Of what?" I asked with polite interest. He grinned wider.

"Me, sexy Quidditch extraordinaire." He told me arrogantly.

"Gosh you have a bigger head than… the place that everything vanishes to!" I finished lamely. Oh well, didn't care what he thought.

"Wow, well that one blew me away."

"You're such a bastard." I muttered under my breath. He leaned back, putting his feet on the seat. I put my book down loosing my place. Oh well its funner that way, then I have to read it all again until I get to my spot again… oh Merlin it depresses me how sad I am…

"I don't think that's true." He scoffed. I did raise my eyebrows this time, cursing myself afterwards.

"Potter! I've sat next to you in Transfig, DADA and Herbology for five years and you don't know my name! That's some arrogance there Potter!"

"No! Really? Oh my Merlin how have I never noticed someone as pretty as you?" He complimented winking again.

"Have the rest of the girls at Hogwarts rejected you or something?" I asked. He looked offended.

"No! As if they would ever reject me!"

"Merlin, you think your all it don't you Potter? Sexy Quidditch player with a head so big it blocks the sun and puts the whole world in depression! You are not your father James Sirius Potter so stop acting like you are!" I shouted angrily standing up and getting my trunk, knowing he wouldn't leave unless I did first. I dragged it down from the top and it thumped on the floor loudly.

"You think I'm sexy?" He asked grinning. I groaned loudly, slamming the door open and storming out, down to the Slytherins end.

I got there in record time… probably… and when they saw my face clouded over with anger at their window, Scorp came and opened the door for me.

"Merlin, I'm angry not handicapped!" I said angrily. They all grinned at each other as I shoved the trunk onto the top of the rack and sat down near the window, draping my legs onto Evan's.

"Whats go your panties in a twist?"

"I don't wear panties thank you very much. And Potter if you wanted to know." And they did.

"1, 2 or 3?" Tom asked grinning devilishly or I think he was because he was behind me.

"1, the bloody idiot. I have actually sat next to him for five years and he's yet to know my name, or even recognize me!" I ranted angrily. They were still finding this all comical so I reached across and slapped Johnny over the head. He pouted sadly like a puppy, drawing 0% sympathy out of me. "You need to learn not to laugh at me. Scorp's learnt and you lot have known me for a whole year more!" I told them matter-of-fatly. I sighed for a very long time, closing my eyes and lying back against Tom who put an arm around my chest, not my boobs, a bit higher.

"Don't worry Tammy; we'll get him back for it you want." Evan suggested using the annoying nickname that had nothing to do with my actual name. They had started to call me that since they found out I was going to be called Tamara but instead was called Elizabeth, they said it was a nicer name. I know… they're such gentlemen.

"No, no it's ok E." I said closing my eyes again. Evan was by far the biggest out of the boys. Big muscles and very burly with brown hair and grey eyes; he was the keeper for Slytherin. Tommy and Johnny didn't look the same as each other but they did both have black hair and blue eyes and were Slytherins beaters. Scorpy had blonde hair and grey eyes and rivalled Potter 1 as Seeker. I rooted for Slytherin each match and sat with them at Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner, all the Slytherins liked me which was always a plus especially as the other houses didn't know who I was or what my name was. It seems impossible but its true, I've never stood out so no one knows me.

James' POV

"I've got a new challenge guys!" I hollered as I jumped inside the compartment and sat down.

"Oh who this time?" Dom asked, filing her nails, bitchiness radiating off her. She was overly protective over me which I always found weird.

"I dunno what her name is, she wouldn't tell me."

"What does she look like?" Fred asked me.

"Pink hair-"

"Oh, I know her!" Dom replied grinning evilly. "Elizabeth Morgan. What a desperate whore. After that ridiculous prank you played on everyone, she kept her hair the same. You shouldn't mix with her Jamie," She advised standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. "You know, she hangs around with the complete wrong crowd." She sat down again as I did, in her original place next to Rose by the window, next to Dom was Fred. I sat down on the other side nearest the door next to Louis and Al and Roxanne.

"Who does she hang with?" I asked, wanting to know more.

"The Slytherins." She whispered dramatically leaning forwards slightly to watch my reaction. I was completely shocked.

"But-but she's a Gryffindor!"

"Yeah well she also sleeps in the Slytherin boy's dorm as well!"

"Ahh this has gone too far! That a load of bull Dom!" Roxanne butted in.

"No it's not Roxy! I got it out of Malfoy!" Rose looked up slightly at the mention of his name and I decided not to comment.

"Who cares if she does?" I asked defending her.

"Jamie don't defend her! She also cheers for the Slytherin team and sits with them at lunch! Like I said, she's a fucking desperate whore!" Dom said with finality in her voice.

"It's true you know James, she does. They give her all these weird pet names like Tammy and Babe, she thinks people don't know who she is but it's not like she looks! There was a rumour going round last year that they were in a five way relationship which is bull," Rose informed me looking at Roxy. She turned back to me. "But I set those rumours straight." She told me sitting back and looking back out of the window. I decided not to comment and just sat back while more conversations started around me, Dom still talking to Rose about Elizabeth, occasionally flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Roxanne, Louis, Fred and I were in fifth year; Dom was in sixth; Rose and Al were in third. Hugo and Lily were in second but they weren't sitting next to us, they were sitting next to their own friends. I sat in my own little world thinking about Elizabeth Morgan and what fun we would have in the next few years.

Came to me in a dream… well not really but I was in bed when I thought about it so I do count that as…. Yeah you get me. PLEASE REVIEW OR I WILL THINK IT'S NO GOOD which I hope it isn't…. yeah- love ya xoxo