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Chapter two
Hermione and Ron had already boarded the train so, after Harry had his trunk loaded, he offered Sara a hand with hers. Relieved, Sara gladly excepted the help. She had been pulling on it for a while but had only been able to move it about an inch. Together, the two of them managed to lug it onto the train just before the whistle blew.
They hurried to find seats, and to Harry's disappointment, she disappeared in the crowd of students who were still standing around.
He found the compartment where Ron and Hermione were sitting, and sat down next to Ron.
"Did Sara make it through alright?" asked Hermione with concern.
"Yes, but she has disappeared" replied Harry.
Ron, had been curious about her too, "Was she a first year? I have never seen her before but she looks to old to be a first year."
Hermione, not one to miss an opportunity to correct Ron said
"Ron, why did she not know how to get on the platform if she isn't a first year?"
Harry didn't want them to have an argument so he answered Ron's question.
"I didn't have time to ask her. I think she looks too old also." He said. When he said the last part he threw a meaningful glance at Hermione.
"Humph" snorted Hermione.
A few minutes later, to Ron's surprise and Harry's delight Sara opened the door to the compartment.
"Would you mind if I sat here?" she asked meekly. "Everywhere else is either full, or the people don't want someone new with them."
Hermione was the first to answer, which may have only been out of curiosity to see if she was correct about the girl's age.
"Of course you can. Sit by me, there is plenty of room." Sara breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down. She knew that they all were staring at her but she took no notice of it. Finally, Ron could not stand it anymore,
"Sara, how old are you?" he tried to sound casual, but when you are bursting with a question, that is hardly ever possible.
Sara acted as though it had been a casual question
"I am sixteen Ron, how old are you all?" They all shared a look; Hermione's was more shocked than surprised. Sara's answer made them all curious.
Harry, recovering the fastest, replied
"I am sixteen too, and so are Ron and Hermione. What year are you." He slipped in the question a bit more casually than Ron would have managed.
She answered them simply
"I am a sixth year, are you?"
She thought she knew the answer, but wanted to find out for sure. These three were the nicest people she had ever met and she couldn't help thinking that they might let her be their friend. She had never had a friend before, at least, not one she had trusted. She wanted to be normal for just one year. She didn't think she was asking too much.
The looks on their faces were humorous. They would have made anyone laugh, but not Sara. She had been through too much. She knew to always keep a straight face.
She had laughed before, and had been punished for it. She hated being punished. It was almost as bad as dying; in fact; it was dying for most people. Sara didn't want to think about it.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked like they had just been told a riddle that they couldn't solve.
Hermione was the one who finally asked the question that was inside them all, she just did it a little differently than was expected
"Sara, what house are you in?" Hermione had found a way to find out if Sara really was a sixth year, and they had just, somehow, never seen her.
Sara, used to anything, answered
"I am not in a house yet. I will be sorted into one directly after the first years have been sorted into theirs." Sara saw that her explanation had just made them wonder all the more.
"Professor Dumbledore is letting me into Hogwarts because," she hesitated, "because of, well, of special circumstances." Sara knew she had come close to giving everything away. Giving away her whole past, with just a few words.
Hermione sensed that Sara was hiding something, but knew better than to accuse her of it. At least not then.
Ron hadn't noticed and Harry just dismissed it as because Sara was shy.
Sara knew they would still have questions, but at least now she could say she didn't want to talk about it. If that was rude and they didn't want to be her friends after that, well, some things are worth more than others. To Sara, having friends didn't mean as much as keeping her secrets. If she ever did have friends, and they ever found out her secrets, they wouldn't want to be her friends any longer.
"No" she thought. It is best to not have friends to begin with, than to get close to them and to lose them.
Again, Sara had found herself thinking of the past, and the past was something going to Hogwarts was supposed to help her forget.
She gave a convincing fake smile to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They smiled back, still confused, but not as much so.
They sat in silence for a while, then decided to change into their robes. Harry was coming back from changing when he ran into Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Potter." Said Draco spitefully.
Hermione heard, grabbed Ron, and went to help prevent a problem. She was too late.
"Hello Malfoy." Harry retorted with an equal amount of hatred.
"Did you learn anything over the summer Potter? Like maybe how to fight?" Draco was practically challenging Harry to a wizard's duel right there on the train.
"I don't need to learn Malfoy, I have already beaten you before, and if I have to I will do it again." Harry watched Draco's expression, but instead of flinching at the memory, Draco smiled. Harry didn't like the feeling he was getting.
Sara had just finished changing and was trying to find the compartment she had been sitting in. She saw Ron first and walked over. She stared at Draco for a second, then, recovering, said,
"Hello, I am Sara Simmons. Have I met you before? You look familiar." She hoped she hadn't seemed rude, the boy seemed upset that she had interrupted, but he smiled when he looked at her.
"I am Draco Malfoy. I would have remembered meeting you." He looked a bit confused. Sara gasped when he said his last name.
"I know why, I know your father." Immediately after she said it, she wished she hadn't.
Malfoy had forgotten Harry by this time. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all trying to make sense of what Sara had just said.
"How do you know my father? Do you live near us?" Malfoy wished he had met her before. If she lived close to him, he would be angry with his father for not telling him. Sara looked uncomfortable.
"No, I don't live by you, but my mom is friends with your father and he comes over sometimes."
"Well," thought Sara, "it's the truth. Just not all of it."
Draco smiled,
"Who is your mother?"
Sara knew he would ask that.
"Her name is Sadie," she paused, obviously thinking, "Sadie Simmons."
Draco wondered how stupid this girl had to be to forget her own last name. "At least she is pretty," he thought.
Sara wished she hadn't hesitated. She knew what her mother's last name was; she just hadn't wanted them to ask why her mother had a different last name than hers. So she had lied. Lied like she always did when she had to.
"Simmons isn't even my real last name, so why should I have to tell them my mother's?" she tried to make herself feel less guilty. "Sara, you have lied to many people in your life, this is exactly the same."
"No, its not. These are good people, people who I want to be friends with. I shouldn't start a friendship by lying."
Sara argued with herself a lot, it was natural for her.
Thanks for reading and please review! This is my first fan-fiction so I apologize for being so slow with it. I am trying to have at least one new chapter a week, but I have a lot of homework. I hope you enjoy my story! Please Review! Thanks! Also, sorry about the short chapter. The next one will be longer. I have also started a new Fan-Fiction, so you can check that one out too! Thanks again! God Bless You All!
I hope you like my OC! Please read and review!
Chapter two
Hermione and Ron had already boarded the train so, after Harry had his trunk loaded, he offered Sara a hand with hers. Relieved, Sara gladly excepted the help. She had been pulling on it for a while but had only been able to move it about an inch. Together, the two of them managed to lug it onto the train just before the whistle blew.
They hurried to find seats, and to Harry's disappointment, she disappeared in the crowd of students who were still standing around.
He found the compartment where Ron and Hermione were sitting, and sat down next to Ron.
"Did Sara make it through alright?" asked Hermione with concern.
"Yes, but she has disappeared" replied Harry.
Ron, had been curious about her too, "Was she a first year? I have never seen her before but she looks to old to be a first year."
Hermione, not one to miss an opportunity to correct Ron said
"Ron, why did she not know how to get on the platform if she isn't a first year?"
Harry didn't want them to have an argument so he answered Ron's question.
"I didn't have time to ask her. I think she looks too old also." He said. When he said the last part he threw a meaningful glance at Hermione.
"Humph" snorted Hermione.
A few minutes later, to Ron's surprise and Harry's delight Sara opened the door to the compartment.
"Would you mind if I sat here?" she asked meekly. "Everywhere else is either full, or the people don't want someone new with them."
Hermione was the first to answer, which may have only been out of curiosity to see if she was correct about the girl's age.
"Of course you can. Sit by me, there is plenty of room." Sara breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down. She knew that they all were staring at her but she took no notice of it. Finally, Ron could not stand it anymore,
"Sara, how old are you?" he tried to sound casual, but when you are bursting with a question, that is hardly ever possible.
Sara acted as though it had been a casual question
"I am sixteen Ron, how old are you all?" They all shared a look; Hermione's was more shocked than surprised. Sara's answer made them all curious.
Harry, recovering the fastest, replied
"I am sixteen too, and so are Ron and Hermione. What year are you." He slipped in the question a bit more casually than Ron would have managed.
She answered them simply
"I am a sixth year, are you?"
She thought she knew the answer, but wanted to find out for sure. These three were the nicest people she had ever met and she couldn't help thinking that they might let her be their friend. She had never had a friend before, at least, not one she had trusted. She wanted to be normal for just one year. She didn't think she was asking too much.
The looks on their faces were humorous. They would have made anyone laugh, but not Sara. She had been through too much. She knew to always keep a straight face.
She had laughed before, and had been punished for it. She hated being punished. It was almost as bad as dying; in fact; it was dying for most people. Sara didn't want to think about it.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked like they had just been told a riddle that they couldn't solve.
Hermione was the one who finally asked the question that was inside them all, she just did it a little differently than was expected
"Sara, what house are you in?" Hermione had found a way to find out if Sara really was a sixth year, and they had just, somehow, never seen her.
Sara, used to anything, answered
"I am not in a house yet. I will be sorted into one directly after the first years have been sorted into theirs." Sara saw that her explanation had just made them wonder all the more.
"Professor Dumbledore is letting me into Hogwarts because," she hesitated, "because of, well, of special circumstances." Sara knew she had come close to giving everything away. Giving away her whole past, with just a few words.
Hermione sensed that Sara was hiding something, but knew better than to accuse her of it. At least not then.
Ron hadn't noticed and Harry just dismissed it as because Sara was shy.
Sara knew they would still have questions, but at least now she could say she didn't want to talk about it. If that was rude and they didn't want to be her friends after that, well, some things are worth more than others. To Sara, having friends didn't mean as much as keeping her secrets. If she ever did have friends, and they ever found out her secrets, they wouldn't want to be her friends any longer.
"No" she thought. It is best to not have friends to begin with, than to get close to them and to lose them.
Again, Sara had found herself thinking of the past, and the past was something going to Hogwarts was supposed to help her forget.
She gave a convincing fake smile to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They smiled back, still confused, but not as much so.
They sat in silence for a while, then decided to change into their robes. Harry was coming back from changing when he ran into Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Potter." Said Draco spitefully.
Hermione heard, grabbed Ron, and went to help prevent a problem. She was too late.
"Hello Malfoy." Harry retorted with an equal amount of hatred.
"Did you learn anything over the summer Potter? Like maybe how to fight?" Draco was practically challenging Harry to a wizard's duel right there on the train.
"I don't need to learn Malfoy, I have already beaten you before, and if I have to I will do it again." Harry watched Draco's expression, but instead of flinching at the memory, Draco smiled. Harry didn't like the feeling he was getting.
Sara had just finished changing and was trying to find the compartment she had been sitting in. She saw Ron first and walked over. She stared at Draco for a second, then, recovering, said,
"Hello, I am Sara Simmons. Have I met you before? You look familiar." She hoped she hadn't seemed rude, the boy seemed upset that she had interrupted, but he smiled when he looked at her.
"I am Draco Malfoy. I would have remembered meeting you." He looked a bit confused. Sara gasped when he said his last name.
"I know why, I know your father." Immediately after she said it, she wished she hadn't.
Malfoy had forgotten Harry by this time. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all trying to make sense of what Sara had just said.
"How do you know my father? Do you live near us?" Malfoy wished he had met her before. If she lived close to him, he would be angry with his father for not telling him. Sara looked uncomfortable.
"No, I don't live by you, but my mom is friends with your father and he comes over sometimes."
"Well," thought Sara, "it's the truth. Just not all of it."
Draco smiled,
"Who is your mother?"
Sara knew he would ask that.
"Her name is Sadie," she paused, obviously thinking, "Sadie Simmons."
Draco wondered how stupid this girl had to be to forget her own last name. "At least she is pretty," he thought.
Sara wished she hadn't hesitated. She knew what her mother's last name was; she just hadn't wanted them to ask why her mother had a different last name than hers. So she had lied. Lied like she always did when she had to.
"Simmons isn't even my real last name, so why should I have to tell them my mother's?" she tried to make herself feel less guilty. "Sara, you have lied to many people in your life, this is exactly the same."
"No, its not. These are good people, people who I want to be friends with. I shouldn't start a friendship by lying."
Sara argued with herself a lot, it was natural for her.
Thanks for reading and please review! This is my first fan-fiction so I apologize for being so slow with it. I am trying to have at least one new chapter a week, but I have a lot of homework. I hope you enjoy my story! Please Review! Thanks! Also, sorry about the short chapter. The next one will be longer. I have also started a new Fan-Fiction, so you can check that one out too! Thanks again! God Bless You All!