If you dare: 510, Hope.

Written for the Matchmaker game challenge by NeonDomino, the awesome Wolfstar writer.

Also written for the Hangman Challenge by APhoenixRising, one of the awesome hosts of the QL competition.


Oh also, this isn't my view of the houses, it's Terry's ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K Rowling. Even Sirius Black is hers!

-cue hysterical sobbing-


Invisible. He was invisible to her. She never spared him a sideway glance. She never even knew he existed. He knew. He knew he could never have a chance with her, a man could still hope though, right?

He could still hope that one day she would suddenly realize he was there and greet him cheerfully, like she would with any other boy. Correction, any other handsome boy.

He could still dream about her when the moon rose to the sky, casting a beautiful glow akin to her soft, silvery hair.

He could still wish with all his heart, (and galleons he may add) that one day she would realize the one person that truly loves her was him.

Him. Terry Boot. Pureblood son of Simon and Maia Boot. Smartest student in Ravenclaw. (In his own opinion anyway)

He is the only one who sees more than her looks. He could see past the silvery strands of platinum blonde hair. He could see past those glimmering baby blue eyes. He could see past those rose-red lips that are just oh so kissable.

He could see the way she disliked Hogwarts, how she would always raise a disdainful eyebrow whenever someone would speak highly of it. He could tell she loved her little sister, she'd proven that when she'd willing jump into the lake for her. He could tell that her beauty was inhuman, simply because nobody that perfect could ever be a mere human. (Eavesdropping helped him find out she was part Veela.)

In the end, he was still invisible though. No matter how hard he tried, she never saw him. Her blue eyes would always pass right over him, like he was just another part of the wall in the background.

Invisible. He was beginning to hate that word. It describe her option on him perfectly, which is why he hated it so much. Was it really that hard to be noticed? Was that such a bad thing?

He wasn't one of those showy Gryffindors that could express their love for her, he didn't have their reckless bravery that they prized so much. He wasn't one of those cunning Slytherins either, he couldn't lie and cheat his way to her heart. He certainly wasn't a Hufflepuff, he wasn't that meek and useless.

He may not have the looks she desired, nor does he have any talent in which he can mesmerize her with, but he does have love, and that should be all that matters.

He loves her, and one day, one day, she will realize this and love him back.