A/n: Second fan fiction! I've been working on this for a while and hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it won't fail!

I throw little things I didn't pack before. I have some music playing on my iPhone, trying to distract myself from the impending loneliness in the next school year. Every I somehow know what's going and no one believes me. First year: " Quirl is trying to steal something!" Your crazy was the response. Second year: " Harry is not the heir of slythrin" yes he is. Thrid year : "Sirius Black is innocent " don't argue about what you don't understand. Last year: " Voldemort is returning! Moody isn't what he seems!" You are wrong. Furiously I slammed my trunk. I grab my tote bag with my 'carry ons'- my wand, my book, my phone. I put my gryffindor-crest bag on my door handle. I am a 7th generation gryffindor from my mom's side. My muggle-born dad is a ravenclaw and I am pround as merlin to be a half blood! Finally all my packing is done. I climb in to bed and drift in to an uneasy sleep.