AN: Hello again lovely readers! Here's one more fic for the Hogwarts School forum. Assignment 9 is coming your way, and I choose the Astronomy subject. It had two choices, so I chose the task, "write about something invisble" This can be anything, assumedly, so I'm doing this fic! Hope you all enjoy it! Extra note, I'm working on the next chapter of Honour Bound, it should be coming any time within the next week or two, along with District 7 and maybe 8 because I don't want to put only one chapter out at a time.

Word Count: 715

My day started out pretty much as normal. At least, as normally as being a witch and going to a magic school during my school term, returning home during summers and holidays and having to pretend that I am a normal teenage girl, with all the normal problems of a high school sophomore makes me.

I woke up to my mother calling to me from downstairs to "Wake up or we'll be late for the Hogwarts Express!" My parents were Muggles, which made me Muggle-born. Mom and I didn't have the advantages of everyday magic, and we didn't know anything about my dad, since he left a few weeks after Mom had me. I groaned sleepily and sat up, grabbing my glasses off the bedside table and putting them on so I can see. I looked at the clock on my wall, and nearly had a heart attack- it read 10:00! I almost never sleep that late!

I jump out of bed and go to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and bounding down the stairs, scooping up my Siamese cat on the way and sliding her into her carrier. My trunk waited by the door, next to it my broomstick and schoolbag.

"The dead rises," my mother laughs as I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a donut from the fridge and a glass of milk from the fridge. "We need to leave in ten minutes."

True to her word, we left the house ten minutes later. Traffic wasn't heavy, so we made it to the station in fifteen minutes. Mom and I lugged my things to the trolleys and loaded it, pushing it through the station to the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten. I remember I'd had so much trouble with it the first year, until another girl had come by who knew and we went through together.

It was invisible to Muggles, of course, so Mom couldn't see it at all. She was unable to pass through it with me.

I was just about to leave, to pass through the barrier for the semester of magic, when someone caught my eye through the crowd. Any other time, a man like him wouldn't have made me notice him. This man was looking right at me, almost seeming to know me. The thing was, I knew him too.

It was my father.

"Mom…" I said slowly, nodding towards the man. Mom turned, and when she saw him, she barely stopped a strangled sob. She tried to hide it, but I always could tell that she missed him.

Noticing that we'd seen him, my father begins to approach. "I have to go," Mom said, attempting to breathe normally, and failing. She turned away, heading towards the bathrooms. "Rosie, have a great term. Owl me soon!"

I was now alone, facing the man who had had no part of my life for fifteen years.

"Hey, Rosie." He didn't seem to know what to say. "How have you been?"

I didn't fall for the small talk. "Why? Why are you here after fifteen years? There's got to be a reason, or you would have stayed gone." I am not going to give him any slack for leaving us.

"I want to know you, Rosie," he says. His voice is pleading now, placating. It makes me more angry than his previous calm nonchalance. "I'm a wizard, that's why I knew you'd be here. I knew you'd be going to Hogwarts today, and I wanted to see you before you left."

That explained why he knew where to look for me, but I wasn't any less upset. Done with his words, I rounded on him.

"That's bull, and you know it!" I exclaimed. "If you did, you would have stayed. You weren't there when I got my teeth, when I started walking, when I talked. Mom was. You weren't there all the times I showed magic, you weren't there to explain it. I learned from a letter four years ago. That's wrong, and you better know it."

I turned away from him, not wanting to speak to him again. He was invisible to me now, and he would remain that way. But I had one last thing to say as I turned back again.

"Don't call me Rosie."