Invisible
Prologue
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I suppress the urge to giggle. My best friend Ginny, who's sitting across
from me, is staring at Harry Potter again.

It's commonly known that Ginny has been very taken with Harry since her first
year. I feel sorry for her, I really do, because she's always seen by people
as 'the youngest Weasley,' which is not fair. She's smart, bright, and
pretty, but of course Potter doesn't see that. Nope, he's just off staring at
that Cho Chang.

Too blind to see what's in front of him. Now he looks up and sees Ginny
staring at him. And he smiles, just smiles. It makes me sick that he toys
with her heart so much.

Who am I? Well, I'm invisible for one thing. My name's Ella Mayer. I transferred
from a little school in Salem, USA , during Ginny's second year.

When I came here I just sat down at the Gryffindor table the day after the
sorting; everyone was too caught up in the news then to notice me. But Ginny
did--she's a lot like me, ignored by most. Not really invisible, everyone
knew who she was. She was one of the Weasleys. But she was ignored.

I've learned a lot from Ginny. People don't realize how much she is like Bill
and George. She loves Quidditch, though she'd never play it since her family
would have a fit. She comes up with great pranks and is extremely funny. She
doesn't get top marks, but that's only because Ginny doesn't spend all her time in the
library like I do.

She's blushing dramatically now. Colin thinks she's cute when she does that, but
he made me promise never to tell her.

She looks depressed--and I know why. Because of Potter. The thing is, now we're
entering are fourth year and the Dark Lord is back to power, I wonder what will
happen to us all.

Already the school is divided. Some Slytherin seventh years were taken away by
the Ministry two days ago; seems they were torturing a Muggle-Born, 3rd year witch during the last Hogsmeade trip.

Three weeks ago a Ravenclaw sixth year was tried for the torture of a Muggle-born
outside the school. She's in Azkaban now.

Even some Hufflepuffs are Death Eaters, one or two Gryffindors, too. We have
are suspicions of who exactly, but the only way for them to be confirmed is
when an innocent person gets hurt.

People are scared, no use in hiding that fact. The depression is already starting to
gulp the castle. Even Fred and George Weasley haven't been as wild as usual.

But I haven't changed, I knew inside it was coming. Besides, my point of
view doesn't matter.

I'm invisible, remember?