Ginny was always a great friend to me. She accepted all my quirks and I accepted hers. We talked and hung out all the time, and then we got to school and that slowly changed.

First of all we were put in different houses, so friend time became very difficult. Then she made friends with a bunch of people that I didn't much like. They were very mean to me, yet Ginny didn't seem fazed when they hurt my feelings. She spent so much more time with them then me, we hung out less and less until she just stopped acknowledging completely.

That was the last straw. I went to her and told her flat out that she was being a horrible friend and how she had hurt me. But of coarse she was a completely different person then she use to be. She left and didn't say a word to me. Later that day, I over heard a group of people talking about me. So I hid myself and listened.

"So Ginny was just walking through the halls when that Luna girl just ran at her and started yelling at her about god knows what. Poor Ginny was cornered by that freak for about ten minutes before she could finally get away," said Pavarti Patil. She is such a gossip. "But any how, she came strait to me and told me all about it. Told me all about how they use to be good friends, but how Luna had gotten all weird and they drifted apart. "

"Oh that's so sad," said a bushy haired girl.

"But that's not even the half of it," raved Pavarti. "Well even though they haven't been friendly for a while, Ginny has continued to defend her from bullies. Like she got them to promise to leave her alone and everything. You know try to make Luna's time a bit easier. Then Luna go's off and tells Ginny that she is a crappy friend. Ginny was just lost for words."

"It's a shame when people drift apart, but to completely blow up at them for trying to help is just crazy," sighed the bush haired girl. "I don't normally like to judge people until I've met them, but this Luna girl really does sound Loony." Pavarti nodded with a somber look on her face, but a pleased look in her eyes about

They walked off in separate directions after a few more minutes off talking but I didn't hear what they said because I was so completely outraged at what I had over heard.

That bitch! She had gone around and told a lie to the biggest gossip in the school that would get me hated by every one.

The following day was the worst day of my life, and it spread on forever. I didn't look at people because they were all glaring at me. People teased me worse than ever before. It got so bad that I ended up in the Hospital wing quite a few times when students had pushed me on the stairs or else cursed me when my back was to them.

Professor Dumbledore couldn't change the students minds about me, try as he did, and couldn't excuse me from my lessons so I wouldn't have to be near them, but he was kind enough to transfer me our of Ravenclaw Tower and into a small apartment room on the 5th floor and he told me where the kitchens were so I didn't have to endure my fellow classmates wrath during meal time.

It was a very lonely time for me. I spent most of my free time in my room. I did my homework so quickly though that I ha to find other ways of entertaining myself. With in a month, I had read so much from the school library, that I had self-taught myself everything I would be learning in my next three years at Hogwarts.

All of my teachers were extremely impressed. I became Professor Snape's favorite student, even above the students from Slytherin. After a while he started giving me private lessons once a week in order to further my skill in potions. In fact, by the time I graduated from Hogwarts, I had become the youngest witch (or wizard) ever to successfully brew the Wolfsbane Potion, beating the previous youngest by twenty years. The headmaster transferred me into some of the more advanced classes with the older students. And some of the other teachers began to give me private lessons, so as to teach me things outside the curriculum, after they heard such shockingly positive feedback from Snape.

And best of all I made some new friends. The older students didn't listen to the petty gossip of the younger students. They thought I was perfectly likeable and treated me no different than someone their own age. Life was looking up again for me.