A/N – Wow! Three reviews in the first chapter? That's a first for me! I'm so glad you like it! I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I have more planned out and ready to be added, so I hope that makes up for it.

HumanyWumany: I know, I'm sorry. Just imagine she apparated just outside the anti-apparation boundaries, and then walked the rest of the way.


The rest of the night was a blur. A stressful, surreal blur. I got in trouble for the most random things. Like when I got up after the feast to go to the loo.

'Where are you going?' It was one of the Professors asking me, in the midst of the crowd heading off to their dormitories.

'Oh, I-I have to go to the loo.'

'You need special permission from a professor then,' the teacher replied. He was abnormally short, and came up to my thigh.

'Okay. Can I have special permission?'

'Haha. Nice try. Now follow your house prefects up to your dormitory like the rest of the new students.'

I did what I was told. I had never lived in a world where adults didn't trust me, where they were always yelling at me.

'Don't be noisy in the Common Room at this hour!'

'No sneaking off at night!'

No eating meals in the dormitories!'

'Stay in the Common Room after 8 o'clock!'

At breakfast the next day, no one seemed to want me to sit with them. At the first empty space I found, the girl next to it put her bag on it so I couldn't sit there. I moved to the next table, but quickly decided I didn't want to sit with my cousin Ron ('Did you see a nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple!). I had a few friends in Ottery St Catchpole, but so far, none at Hogwarts.

'Hey!' I said brightly to a group of girls in the middle of the table.

'What?' they replied, looking at me like I was some sort of freak.

I ended up eating lunch in the kitchens, after accidently finding the way in through the portrait of the fruit bowl, and I was allowed by the house elves in there to eat a couple of sandwiches and some pumpkin juice if I kept quiet while they worked. And since I had no one to talk to, and nothing to talk about, I was fine.

I got back to the dormitories just after six, and discovered a letter on my pillow. I opened it half-heartedly, knowing there was only one person who it could be from.

Dear Ginny darling, the letter started.

How was your first day? Are people nice? Did you make any friends? Please let me know!

Love, Mum xxxxxxx

I huffed. This was going to be a long year.