I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue
Some days I think I see things out of the corner of my eye. Just a flash of something, a glint from a corner where nothing can shine. Every time I am wrong – I whip my head around to the offending area, but it is, as always, vacant. Or so it seemed.
Until one day the space wasn't empty. One day the space was filled by four teenagers, about my age, visions of what I wanted to be – smiling, happy, and, most importantly, dressed as I had always wished to be – in the Hogwarts uniform which had been denied to me.
