A/N: don't own harry potter. i own nola and my twisting of the plot. everything else is jkr's. bless that woman.

She had awoken to the sounds of the door loudly opening followed by teenage females chatting. "I can't believe he doesn't have a girlfriend. It's not as if he's a hunchback. Every girl I've ever talked to says he absolutely handsome, especially with the heroism thing he has going on."
"I know! He's one of the most wanted guys in the school. But I guess he's waiting for the right girl, or something like that."
"That's just gonna make him even more wanted. But he's…" The girls stopped talking when they saw Nola asleep in the empty bed. Their voices dropped to whispers.
"Lavender, who is that?"
"Do you think I know? I've been with you all day, Parvati." Lavender responded.
"Maybe we should wake her up and ask her." Parvati suggested. Parvati walked towards Nola's bed and began to shake her. Nola almost immediately jumped up.
"What the hell?" Nola said rather loudly.
"What's your name?" Parvati asked bluntly.
"Nola" Nola responded. She sat up and removed the covers from atop of her. She stood up as Parvati asked her another question.
"Why are you here?" Parvati asked.
"My mother was murdered" Nola responded. She put her shoes back on, and grabbed the book that was on her nightstand and walked out of the room, back up the stairs to the common room.
Once she arrived in the common room, she looked for an open chair. She found one near the fireplace. It was an old and lumpy armchair. But it looked comfortable, and it was. She sat down and immediately pulled her legs up onto the chair and began to read. Not a half hour had passed until someone clearing their throat as they stood over her interrupted her. She stopped reading and looked up at the person.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a bit of annoyance in her voice.
"I saw you sitting over here alone and I thought I would come and keep you company." the male responded.
He then stuck out his hand and said "The name's Seamus Finnigan." She shook his hand and then continued to read where she had left off.
"You must be new. I would've remembered such a beautiful face." he said as he looked at her. She continued to read as if she hadn't heard him.
"Where'd you come from?" he asked her. Again, she continued to read.
"I said where did you come from?" he said as if he were talking to a person hard of hearing. This time she didn't continue to read. She was agitated now. "Do you mind I'm trying to read! Stop Bloody Staring At Me!" she nearly yelled. Her outburst had gotten the attention of the entire common room.
"I was just trying to be friendly." he said as his face turned beat red. He mumbled a sorry as he got up and walked away. She tried to continue reading but, couldn't. Shortly after Seamus departed, another male got up and walked over to Nola. "You shouldn't have been so rude to Seamus. He was just trying to be nice." the male said. "I've had a long day, and a bad week." Nola responded. "What could have been so bad about it that it caused you to outburst like that?" the male asked.
"You don't even want to know." she answered.
"Try me. I know plenty about things going bad." he said with a bit of confidence.
"I'm not about to tell my life to a stranger." she said.
"Would it help if we went somewhere else, preferably less crowded, and I told you a bit about myself?" he asked.
"Possibly." she said skeptically.
"Let's go then" he said as he offered his hand for her to take. She looked at his hand with more skepticism. "I'm not going to bite." he said trying to be reassuring. She placed her feet back on the floor and took his hand. He led her out of the common room and Gryffindor Tower. "Where are we going to go?" she asked him.
"The library." he responded. "Nearly no one is in there on a Friday night"
It was a rather long walk to the library. He never once let go of Nola's hand. He led her into the library, and into a corner with 4 armchairs. He then let go of her hand. Nola sat down in chair across from where he was standing. He sat down in the chair he was standing in front of.
"My name is Harry Potter. I'm an orphan. The same psycho that is now trying to kill me murdered my parents. Everyone I've ever met knows who I am. Everyone I ever hold dear is either dead or may be killed by Voldemort.," he said. He was about to apologize out of habit after saying Voldemort but when she didn't flinch it just became "Sor… you didn't flinch when I said Voldemort."
"I'm used to the name. My mother taught me that if you can't say someone's name due to fear, then you will live in fear." Nola responded.
"Where was I?" he asked.
"Something about people you hold dear dying or being killed. Are you sure that you have no problem sharing this with me?" Nola asked.
"It's nothing that hasn't been publicly said before." he responded.
"Then you're not really telling me about you." she commented, "I don't want to learn about the 'Famous Harry Potter"
"Sorry to waste your time" he said dejectedly. He slumped into his chair.
"Why did I have a feeling that you were going to take that the wrong way?" she asked herself out loud.
"How was I supposed to take it?" Harry asked angrily.
"You said you didn't want to learn about me. Point. Blank. Period."
"I said I didn't want to learn about the 'Famous Harry Potter'." she said beginning to get angry, "I never said that I didn't want to learn about Harry Potter. Don't jump to conclusions! That's why people bloody well stay alone!" She stood up quickly, so quickly that she knocked over the armchair that she was sitting in, and left the library in a huff. Harry was left there feeling bad, more so than he already was. With in the last half year, he had lost his godfather, found out why Voldemort was after him, faced Voldemort for the fifth time, and taken on the fate of the whole Wizarding World. Harry, had also, caught himself daydreaming about his own death, and how he could make it come true. He could sense something about this new girl, not with the inner eye that he didn't possess, but just from watching her sit and hearing her talk a bit, by her behavior, and her body language, she seemed to be in a similar place to Harry. At first he thought, she may just be that way by nature, but now, he believes that she has just recently gone through something traumatic, very traumatic.