Unknown

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are all made by J.K.'s Rowling genius. I just write stories based on her characters. A few characters I will make up, but you all know which one's are in the book or not.

Prologue

I guess you can say I am unknown. I have only one friend, my sister Luna. I have never had a boyfriend or been kissed. I am not extremely pretty or extremely ugly. I make average grades so I am no brain. I am not good at sports. I don't hang out with the popular kids or the geeks. I am not a friend with someone who saves the world just about every year of their life (Ron and Hermoine), I don't save the world (Harry Potter). I am just me. I am Cassandra; Sandy is what my family calls me. I am sixteen years old and I am unknown.

I don't think anyone notice I exist. I have gone to this school since my first year and somehow I ended up in Gryffindor. I have watched all the other kids grow into themselves, make friends and lose friends, but I haven't done anything. I just sit in the back of the classroom doing my work and reading. I write sometimes, but I am not good at that. I have no known talent so I can't get into a club or sport. I am just a boring-average person. There is nothing interesting about my life. I wish there were, but there just isn't. I seem like I am depressed, but I am not. I like life, I like watching other people live. It's just something I do. I wonder sometimes what my life would be like if I had friends, but then I stop wondering because it does no good. No reason to wonder about something that will never happen. But the whole trip on telling you about myself is to tell you that I want something that I can't have.

I mean I really want him. A lot. I want him more than anything in my life I never had a feeling like this until I listened to him talk. I have no idea how my love for Harry Potter started, but all I know that when you find someone attractive. You can fall for them only with slightest smile directed towards you.

Chapter 1

I sat in the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express watching everyone outside joyfully tell their parents good-bye. I stared at them with watchful eyes, just trying to figure out what they loved so much about going to school. I felt a presence near me. I could feel eyes on my back. I turned around to look at the person who saw me.