Once she found the girls bathroom, she went to the mirror and looked at herself. She saw a skinny, black, seventeen-year-old with a lame past and no future. Suddenly she spotted a transparent girl with pigtails in her hair and glasses stairing at her. She jumped, falling to the ground an smacking her head on the side of the sink, and look up at the girl who was floating right in front of her, laughing.

"Did I frighten you?" she asked.

"Y-yes," stammered Sarah.

"Good." she said, throwing her pigtails over her shoulder. "At least I can scare someone." Sarah stared at her for a minute.

"Who are you?" The girl frowned.

"Moaning Myrtle. Of coarse you wouldn't know me. No one ever talks about Moaning Myrtle." Sarah nodded, knowing almost immediatly why no one seemed to go in this place.

"Join the club." muttered Sarah. "Well, people do talk about me, but it's always, 'Little Sarah Muggle,' or 'the stupid girl who's father left her because she was so ugly'."

"Life was always like that for me. And now that I'm dead, nothing's changed."

"Dead?" gasped Sarah. "You- you're a ghost!"

"Well what else would you expect me to be?"

"Sorry, but I've never seen a ghost before. You don't see a lot of that when you're a muggle."

"You're a muggle? Poor thing," she muttered.

"What is it with you people and muggles? I mean, being a muggle isn't that bad, but I hate it when people here rub it in. Maybe I'd be better off like you." Myrtle cringed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, I'd be better off dead, because then maybe people would leave me alone." She sighed and looked around. "I'd better go." Sarah felt a hand land on her shoulder and she jumped and turned around.

"Myrtle can be a little sensitive," said Hermione.

"Hermione, you startled me." said Sarah.

"Come on, we'll be late to lunch!"

Sarah sat there talking to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Aren't you going to eat?" asked Ron. Sarah looked at her food.

"I'm not really hungry right now. Want it?" Ron made a move to scoop up her food, but Hermione stopped him.

"You have to eat, Sarah." said Hermione firmly. "You didn't eat much of anything last night, and you missed breakfast this morning." Sarah stared at her food. She was starving, and just looking at it made her stomach howl. But then she forced herself to remember her father, and she lost her appetite. She had to lie though to shake off Hermione.

"I... I had some snacks packed with me in my suitcase and I ate a lot of them last night. Don't worry though. I'll eat supper tonight. I promise." Hermione raised an eyebrow, and shrugged.

"Whatever you say." she muttered. Ron grabbed Sarah's plate and began eating her food. Harry would not stop staring at Sarah. Sarah, though she didn't look at him, was and began to feel uneasy. She eventually looked up.

"What?" she asked a little annoyed.

"Nothing," he muttered. Sarah had a feeling that he had seen right through her lie. After a while she left quietly to her room and pulled out her old journal that she had been keeping for a while. She made entries in it every morning and night, but had forgotten to last night so she started scribbling down some things that had happened so far, including her talk with Snape. After she was done she went to the common room and found Harry sitting there in front of the fire. He heard her comming and looked at her.

"Hi," she said, taking a seat next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I had some left over time to kill." he muttered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why don't you eat anything?" Sarah shrugged like it was no big deal.

"I do eat. Trust me I do. I just wasn't hungry today." Harry shook his head.

"I don't believe you. I saw your face light up when that plate of food appeared in front of you."

"I was facinated by that little magic trick. Really Harry, I'm fine. And I already promised I'd eat tonight. Okay?" Harry sighed, but nodded.

"Alright." he muttered. "Well, I have Divination next. Want to come with and see one of the biggest fortune telling frauds in the world?" Sarah laughed.

"I see enough of them on TV, but sure." She stood up and walked with him. They started down the hall, when a group of Slytherins walked by. Harry grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her out of the way. Sarah gasped in pain and pulled up her sleeve. "Careful," she muttered. Harry looked at all the large cuts and bruises on her arm.

"Where did you get those?" he asked.

"New cat," she muttered. "He can't tell the difference between me and the scratching post." Harry laughed and she was relieved to see that he fell for that one. He lead her down the halls and to the trap door that lead to the divination room. On the way they passed by Snape. Sarah shuddered and moved far from him when they passed.

"You two still don't get along?" asked Harry.

"No."

"Better than me," he muttered. "You're dad hates me. Last year, I had to take an extra class with him." Sarah laughed.

"Man, I bet that was interesting." Harry remembered the memory he had seen last year.

"Yeah, actually it was."

"So what happened?" she asked teasingly.

"Well, just to give you a taste, by the end he was throwing jars at me and I was running for my life." Sarah laughed.

"Well, that's more attention than he pays to me in a year." Harry nodded and then became serious.

"I know he isn't the best person, but is it ever hard without him?" he asked as they neared the trap door. Sarah nodded.

"He may be a jerk sometimes, but I can tell you that I'd rather have that than growing up never even knowing what he's like. When I was little my mom used to always tell me that my daddy was never around because he was on vacation and might come home soon. When I got older, I started to figure it out on my own, even before mom sat down and told me the truth. After I knew, it didn't hurt as much since I was already figuring it out. I cry sometimes, but life goes on with or without Dad." Harry nodded. Sarah smiled and looked at him. "I guess that sounds insane to you doesn't it?" she said softly.

"No, not really. Your family is your family. No matter how stupid they can be, I think you always love them. It's just sometimes you don't realize it." he muttered. They both climbed into the Divination room, Harry going through the door first. He forgot to hold it for Sarah though, and it came down on her head with a loud thud.

"Ow!" she hissed, and Harry turned immediatly. He helped her up, apologizing over and over again until she told him to shut up. For the next forty-five minutes, Sarah began to see what Harry meant about the teacher. She was nice, but very inaccurate with her readings. Sarah was laughing on the inside because all she could think of was Madam Cleo from tv going, "Call me now for your free reading!" After class she went back to the common room and wrote some more down in her journal.

(Sorry this was so short! I post these right before school starts so I gotta rush! The second chapter should be up in a few hours...)