A/N: Idea came to me and I had to write it. No, it has not been spell checked, yes Hermione may seem a bit OOC and yes, at this point it is a one shot I might continue if I get lots of reviews begging me to. I should be doing my RS paper on My Faith History… it's not happening.

Basic summary of events: supposed to be doing rs... hit w/ random incessantly jumping plot bunny and got side tracked with fanfiction

Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't spend so much time messing with them.

THE FORGOTTEN ONES

What's the point in going on? No one here really needs me. No one needs me to look after them. No one needs help. I'm just a use less extra, I have been for years. It would be better for all of them if I just went away. It always would have been. I'm leaving now; you don't have to put up with me any longer.

Minerva McGonagall

There was a knock on the door and it slowly creaked open. "Professor McGonagall?" a timid voice called out.

I look up from the letter. In the door way was a student. I recognize her from the sorting earlier this evening. Hermione Granger, I think her name is. "Yes, Miss. Granger is it?" I said with a bit of uncertainty.

"Yes, Professor. Ummm, I was wondering," she said, not sounding very sure of herself. "I, I was wondering if you could explain the owl post system to me. My mum asked me to write home and," she looked as if she was approaching tears. "and, I don't know how." Looking down on the girl, my heart filled with pity. She looked so sad, so lost. "I, I don't mean to bother you, its just, when I asked one of the older students, they, they laughed at me." She seemed to look down even further at this. "I know I should know it's just…" she trailed off, the tears that had been threatening to fall did.

I got up and walked around my desk to comfort the girl. In doing so, my robe brushed across my desk, knocking the parchment from it off. I reaching out to the girl I pulled her into a hug, I myself am unsure of why I did this. However, it seemed to be working and her tears were quickly stopping.

Pulling away form me, she began apologizing for being in the way when I was clearly in the middle of something. "Nonsense." I said, "now, shall we go see about that letter?" Nodding, she got up and together we headed out in the direction of the owlery.

Lying there, in the middle of the wastebasket where it had landed after I knocked it off of the desk was my letter.