Savannah Potter, a forth year Gryffindor, sat on her bed in the dorm room that she had been using since she was a first year. Before then she had slept in a room behind a portrait that no one, including those who knew of all of the secret passage ways and rooms in the school, knew of. She had pretty much been living at the school for the last ten years since her parents had died. She was only four at the time.
She pushed a piece of her dark hair behind her ear where a hearing aid rested. Savannah was a little hearing impaired which caused her to need hearing aids, but as long as she wore them she was just like any other kid at the school.
In fact there was one kid she was more like then even he was aware. This boy was her younger brother, Harry. He would be arriving at the school for his first year at any minute and the wait was killing Savannah. She hadn't seen him for ten years. He was only one the night her parents died and it was a miracle he was alive. He was with their parents, Savannah, however was spending the night at a friends house. After that night Harry was taken to live with their aunt and Savannah was taken to Hogwarts where they kept her hidden, teaching her the things she would need to know to study magic when she was old enough. Now she sat on her bed waiting for the other students to arrive.