I am quiet, or at least I am now. I'm keep my head low and don't cause any trouble, I am a perfect student, although I never raise my hand in class, and if I do happen to be called on in class I mumble a quick reply without drawing too much attention. People are afraid of me, not that I have done as much as threaten a person. Every time someone tries to get close to me there eyes quickly dart across the hall, or room. It's always to the same group of people, no one dare talk to me. It used to be that they just wouldn't talk to me if a family or friend of Albus' was in the room, but eventually people decided not to try at all.

Needless to say I'm alone. The compartment on the train ride was empty; the carriage that pulls students up towards the castle was empty. I sat at the end of the Gryffindor table and in previous two years I rarely opened the curtains around my four-poster bed unless it was to crawl out of bed or back in it. My weekends and spare time was spent in the library.

So you can imagine how shocked when someone decided to sit across from as everyone began to take their seats in the great hall, all waiting anxiously for the feast to begin. I looked up from the empty golden plate sitting in front of me.

Sitting on the bench opposite of me was a tall dark brown haired, blue eyed boy smiling. I had never seen him before in my life, and I know everyone in this school.

"Hello, my names Donavan Jackson, Donny is much preferred though." He greeted reaching his hand out expecting a handshake in return.

"And why are you sitting here?" I asked bluntly. I was never one for beating around the bush.

For a second hurt registered across his face, quickly masked by a smile, as he retracted his hand. "You look like you were lonely and needed a friend."

"And you decided that you wanted the position." I asked, raising my eyebrows in return.

"Well . . . yeah?" He said, more of a question at first. "Yes, I'm new here, so I could also use a friend. We can be new students together."

I laughed in return, not a happy laugh, almost sarcastically if I was to be honest. "I'm not new here, far from it actually, I just prefer to be left alone. "

The smile slipped from his face, "Can I sit here anyway?" He asked after a few moments where the noise in the great hall increasingly became louder and louder. I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by an immediate silence. The doors swung open and following Professor Longbottom into the middle of the dining area was a crowd of first years, all looking nervous and scared. I silently nodded my head, giving Donny permission to stay.

When dinner was over I took up my duties as Head Girl and directed first years to the pre-determined prefect who was going to lead them to their dorm. I had a meeting after dinner in the Headmaster's office, and quiet honestly if it didn't concern my living arrangements I probably would have skipped it to go to sleep. I entered the room silently; Albus was talking to Severus Snape's and Albus Dumbledore's portraits. One of them must have tipped Al off because he faded into silence. I sat in the chair farthest from Al while still remaining in front of the desk. The awkward moment lasted forever. I looked around the room in amazement, I had only been here once before and the time had been filled with such horrible memories that I forced myself to focus on the details of the office. The desk was neat, everything organized into stacks off to the side, an open bottle of ink and a quill lay across a blank piece of paper in the middle of the desk. The bookshelves were lined from wall to wall with no open space, in front of the pictures was a few pictures here and there mainly of the professor receiving awards and such.

In an empty corner almost covered by the bookshelves was a wall of pictures, before Alisha could make a move to get a closer look the door was opened and in walking the ever stern, tall and proud Minerva McGonagall. Although she may walk a little slower than she use to and she looks more fragile than she did before the war, she still had the ability to strike fear in any student and never needed to speak a word to be able to silence a hall. Many stories have been told, but out of all the stories that circulat among this generation, one thing if for certain, no adult is truly willing to relive the past, some more than others but their past haunts them all.

McGonagall took the headmaster's seat and looked both of us up and down; a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Well, I must say I wasn't surprised when you two were the most voted for amongst the teachers. I do wonder how you two have managed to captivate and enchant teachers of whose subjects neither of you had studied, but never the less there wasn't a doubt in who was to be the next Head Boy and Girl. So congratulations." She paused and registered my shocked expression while Albus' face remained clear of any reaction. "Now, as for your living arrangements, I would like to say that I can't control the portrait that guards your dorm. His portrait was installed specifically for this task of broadening the minds of the school's leaders. I have been told that he will ask you personal questions, academic questions pertaining to wizard and muggle education, as well as asking you to find meaning behind a poem or quote from famous or not so famous Wizards and Muggles from throughout history. I can't help you, at the end of the year, the portrait will ask you questions about what you should have learned over the year, the only help you are allowed, is the ability to help each other. Think carefully, chose wisely and open your mind." She took one last look at us before standing. "You two may go, I wish you the best of luck, and now I must send a letter to the ministry regarding the first years and where they have been sorted. Good night."

As soon as we were allowed to leave I was out the door. I hadn't been in such close proximity with Al in a long time. I miss him, he has changed. He is tall and well muscled. He was amazingly tan skin, no doubt from hours of playing in the sun with his family all summer. His green eyes were still the same, though and that is what I miss the most.

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