Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of JKR writing or characters. I own all original characters in this writing.

Rating: PG – PG-13

Chapter One – The Poem

"And last, but not least, Sarah Black!" the teachers voice rang out. A young girl of 13 walked to the front of the classroom. She had mid-back length, black hair. Smooth pale skin, and dark blue eyes. When she reached the front of the classroom, she sat gracefully upon the stool placed in the center front. She opened her mouth and recited her poem, as was the assignment.

"Use me, abuse me
I'll come back for more
Hit me, then kiss me
See how much I can endure

Take a bat and swing
Smash my self-esteem
Haunt me when I wake
Haunt my every dream

Reach inside and steal my heart
Bleed it good and dry
Squeeze the patience out of me
Make me want to die

Throw me down, lie to me
Say how it's ok
Beat me down with blameless words
Each and everyday

Replace the good with all the bad
The truth with all your lies
Sake the worth out of me
Make me see through your evil eyes

Slap the smile off my face
Keep my tears sustaining
Take a good look at me now
For in my world, it's raining."

Everyone stared at Sarah as she stepped down from the stool, and walked back to her seat. No one clapped for her. Sarah hated any attention she got, but didn't let it show as she opened her journal and started to write in it.

"Well, that's all of the, erm, presentations. So, I guess the rest of the period will be free." Everyone stopped staring at Sarah and stared packing up. Sarah went slowly, knowing the teacher would call her behind.

"Miss Black, please stay behind." 'So predictable', Sarah thought, as she nodded in agreement. When the class was empty, she approached the front of the room.

"Miss Black, Sarah, your poem is very… worrisome. Are there any problems at home?"

"No, Professor." She lied easily.

"Never the less, a copy of your poem will be sent to the Headmaster, and your Head of House. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Now, off you go. The rest of the period is free." The Professor shooed Sarah out of the classroom

Sarah headed to her next class, deep down into the dungeons. She knew that Professor Snape would already be there and wouldn't mind her being there either. He didn't even look up when she came in, but still knew it was her.

"Miss Black, may I inquire as to what you are doing here so early?" he only looked up when she answered.

"Well, my Muggle studies Professor excused class early and asked me to stay behind. He was 'concerned' with the poem I wrote for our assignment. He said that a copy would be sent to the headmaster and my Head of House. So you should be getting a copy soon. And most likely the whole school will know about my poem by lunch or dinner tonight. So I came here for a little quiet time before all that happens."

Professor Snape knew that Sarah didn't talk much, and was surprised by how much she said just now. That was the most she's ever spoken to anyone else besides Draco from first year to know. He decided to press his luck and asked,

"Even though I'm going to get a copy of your poem later, would you recite it for me?" Sarah quietly recited it, and waited for his thoughts.

"Well, I can very well see how someone that doesn't know you would get the wrong idea. But, if I may ask, was it about Him?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, it was." Professor Snape looked like he wanted to ask more, but decided not to, as Sarah walked to a seat in the back. She opened her Potions book, and began to read.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Black?"

"Is this class all Slytherins again?"

"…yes."

"Then may we do what we did last time?"

"If the class at large wants to, then yes, I suppose we could."

"Ok, Professor." Sarah went back to reading. The room was silent for the next 10 minuets, the turning of the pages in Sarah's book breaking the silence every now and then. When the bell rang, signaling the end of 1st period, Sarah marked her place and closed her book, and waited for the class to arrive along with Professor Snape.

The class came in nosily, and settled down as the bell rang again, signaling the start of 2nd period.

"Now class, we have all Slytherins again today, so we have a choice, like last time. You can either do the potion assigned, or write a 12in essay on the potion. What'll it be?"

"Essay!" the class answered as a whole.

"Alright, do as you wish, and enjoy the music." With a flick of his wand, music started playing, and the class grouped together and started talking. Sarah started on her essay, the few students around her, glared at her as she wrote.

Halfway through the period, Sarah finished her essay. She sighed and walked to the front of the class.

"Professor? I finished my essay, and was wandering if I may turn it in now." Professor Snape looked up.

"Of course, Miss Black. Put it in that-" he pointed to a stack of papers on his desk "- stack and I'll get to it later. Alright?"

"Thank you, Professor." Sarah set her paper in the stack and headed back to her seat. Some of the students, who even bothered to pay attention to her, started to whisper to her friends about 'Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes'. Because the other Slytherins of her year just loved to torment her, tease her and start rumors about her. Even though Slytherins were mostly accepting of their housemates, Sarah was the one person who seemed to slip past that little rule of theirs.

So Sarah is basically the outcast of Slytherin. No friends, just the books she reads to rely on. People usually called her a bookworm. But, when Sarah thought about it, she didn't really care. She didn't have friends, so there was nothing that was to be expected of her, no emotional attachments to her year mates. Only the teachers, and of course Draco. How could she have survived with out him? With out him, she probably would have killed her self already. But she hung in there for Draco.

Sarah was so deep in her thoughts, that the bell for the end of 2nd period startled her. She quickly gathered her things, and rushed to her next class, Care Of Magical Creatures.

CoMC was Sarah's favorite class. She just loved animals. Excited as to what they would be learning about today, she moved to the front.

"Gather 'round now! I've go' a great lesson for yeh today!" Hagrid's voice boomed out. Sarah inched closer.

"Now, class, today we go' Squijums! (Sqi-jum)" the class looked at Hagrid confused.

"Now, a Squijum, is a cot like creature tha' jus' loves to comfert abused chil'ren. They can tell who has an' hasn't been abused. Now, wha' I wan' yeh to do today is-"

"Mreow!" a loud yowl interrupted Hagrid. The class looked behind Hagrid to the cage that held five Squijums in it. They were clawing at the door, wanting to be let out. Now.

"It looks like they wan'no be let ou'!" Hagrid boomed over the noise they were making. He unlocked the door, and the Squijums shot out the door so fast, Hagrid had to look twice to make sure they actually came out. They started sniffing through the students. Starting on the left, and making their way over to the right.

It looked as if they were looking for something. Something that they just had to help. That just called out to them. Something that they couldn't resist searching for.

TBC…

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