Diclamer: Don't own them. Never did. Never will. But Willa's mine. So there.
A/N: This is the (strange, but cool, don't 'cha think?) intro type thingy, for a whole, new line of storys from me!!!!! Please R&R!!!!!!!!!! I live off of 'em!!!
Willa Nash was a very lonely girl. She was 15 and went to a boarding school. Hogwarts to be exact. She was a VERY talented witch, but was un noticed by her teachers. Why? Because they couldn't see her. They usually asked Hermione Granger for the answers. Or, the object of her fascination, Harry Potter. Any one but her really.
Willa was born on Halloween ("Surly you are cursed, my dear," said the Divination teacher.) and so far at Hogwarts, her birthdays hadn't been very nice. First Year; Troll. Second Year; Mrs. Norris being petrified. Third Year; The Fat Lady being hurt by Sirius Black. Fourth Year; Harry was chosen for the Goblet of Fire. Now, Willa knew what to expect, tratige, not presents.
Willa often wondered what it would be like with her parents, alive. Well, they were better off dead. Willa pondered the thought for a while then focused her attention to the book in front of her. She too out some paper and her quill and ink, then started drawing.
"Miss Nash! Why are you not reading?" Willa looked up. Her face burned as she, for the first time, had attention. All the Ravenclaws and Griffendors were starring at her. "Why are you not reading, I ask again."
Willa felt even hotter. "I- well... I've read the whole book professor. And..." Her Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher leaned forward.
"What?"
"I read the whole book," she said so Umbridge could hear her.
"You lose fifty points," Umbridge said smiling, "for interrupting our reading for pointless, and silly things like that." 'Well,' Willa thought, 'this day is great.' The bell rang and Willa started to put her things away. A red head boy came walking by and knocked her things down. She frowned.
"Ron! Go help- er- what's your name?" A girl with bushy brown hair looked at her. "I've never seen you be fore. Er... you haven't said you name, have you?" Willa let out a frustrated cry.
"Yes! Lets all forget about me! This is so fun! I'm in your year for god sakes! I'm even in your house! But, no! Isn't it fun to forget about me? So much fun, huh? It's fun right? Admit it Granger. You love it. You love forgetting about me. I see the way you are in class. Making sure you came distract the professor so you can answer the question. Not me. I know you see me. I know. So lets have jolly good fun, forget the less fortunate. It's so much FUN!" Willa slammed her book down. Weasly, Granger, and Potter were staring at her. "Well, it's not for me! Even Myrtle gets better attention!"
At dinner the Golden Trio had forgotten about Nash. Until Moaning Myrtle came flying in.
"Headmaster! Headmaster! Willa! Willa Nash Headmaster!" Dumbledore looked at Myrtle confused. "Professor Dumbledore! It's Willa Nash! She- she-" Snape glared at Myrtle.
"Spit it out girl! You sound like a broken record!" Myrtle burst into gut retching sobs.
"Sir! Willa's- Oh God! Willa's DEAD!!!" There was an up roar, in the Great Hall. Some one was dead? Who was dead? Why?
Who was Willa?