Your name is Sarah and you are a 15 year old 5th year student of Hogwart's witchcraft and wizardry. Well, actually, you aren't a 5th year YET. Tomorrow is the day that you are setting off.

And you have had a rather rough day, and have been fighting with both of your parents non-stop. They both seem to be short fused. Since it is the day before you leave, you want to be extra nice to your parents. But they make that incredibly hard for you. You ask you mother, looking for clothes, if she has seen another pair of clean socks lying around. She snaps "NO!" at you, leaving you biting your lip. When, to be generous, after you are done packing, you ask if she can think of any chores she would like you to do before you go. Cursing and swearing is replied, leaving you so angry you curse back. Your mother and you are hollering at each other, you mother saying how selfish you are, and you saying you are trying to do something nice and she could treat you with more respect. Your father, walks in and takes your mother's side of the fight not even knowing what the argument is about. You are sent to your room. At 10 P.M. your parents went out to eat, leaving you behind. You fell asleep at 10:30 promising yourself that you would never speek with them again...

You wake up to a pecking sound at your window. You look over at your clock. It's 11 A.M. "Oh, my gosh! I had SERIOUSLY overslept!" You should jumping out of bed. Only then do you realise that an owl pecking at your window has woken you up. You walk to your window and open it. The owl flies inside. You take the letter attached to it's leg. You open it and your eyes widen.

Dear Ms. Sarah Wilson,

It is in depest regret that The Ministry of Magic must inform you that your muggle parents were

killed in a car wreck last night at 11 P.M. We are extremely sorry, but if it helps with the pain, you might want to know they did not die in pain, but quickly and fast.

We have taken care of your transportation, and a muggle taxi will be at your house at 12 O' clock sharp. Be ready, take care, and have a happy year at Hogwarts.

You want to cry but have no time. You must quickly take a shower. But, wait. First you put out food and water for the owl. Now you hop in, scrubbing yourself clean and washing you hair. By the time you are dressed it's 11:45! You take all of your luggage and leave it by the door, you start doing some extra straightening up around the living room and making sure all of the dishes are clean. Exactly at noon, you hear a car honk outside. You run upstairs, and let the owl go. Then you run downstairs and drag your big footlocker of clothes and such outside. The driver helps you load it into the trunk, and you are off. You still can't cry. Not now, you must make sure he drives correctly since you hear him mutter, "the one place I am not familiar with" under his breath. It's 12:30 when you get there. The train leaves in 5 minutes! You hurry down the sidewalks with your cart holding your foot locker. You get on the train as it slowly starts to move.

Your heart is pounding, but you made it. You feel sad, guilty, and relieved. Relieved that you made it, and sad and guilty because your final hours with your parents you and your parents were fighting non-stop. Thinking about your mom and dad made a lump appear in your throat. Walking quickly down the aisle you opened up a area in a train which didn't have anybody in it. You closed the door and sank into a seat. You covered your eyes with your hands, and started to sob, quietly, but you were sobbing hard.

You sobbed your heart out. You cried, and cried, and cried some more. After half an hour you felt a hand on your shoulder. And a soft tone saying, "Are you alright?" You look up, embarrased. You hate for people to see you cry. A girl was standing at you looking worried. You had never seen her before. She had bushy brown hair and was looking at you with sympathy. You wiped your eyes. "Y-yes, I am...I.I'm sorry." The girl sat by you. "That's okay. You were by yourself. I just heard you crying and felt bad. You looked lonely." "You could hear me? Was I that loud?" You asked, your face turning red. 'I wonder how many people heard me?' you thought to yourself.

"You weren't that loud, but could hear a quiet cry if you were standing next to the door..." The girl replied. You sat in silence for a moment, pulling yourself together. "Would you like to talk about it?" The girl asked, trying to sound cheerfull. You looked at her and smiled. You felt stupid and shy. "No...it's okay...it's kind of personal..." "Oh,...well that's fine! It's alright. I just thought it might help you to feel better." You smiled. "thank you...what is your name?" You asked. The girl held out her hand. "I am Hermione Granger, in house Griffonder." You laughed. "That's funny...I'm in Griffinder as well." Hermione laughed. "It's funny we've never even seen each other!" You shook her name, feeling better. "I'm Sarah...I know,...it's not exactly an unusual name,...a little too usual if you ask me." "Oh, I like Sarah! Let me guess, you have muggles as parents. Same with me!" You nodded. "Yes, Yes I do!" You could tell she would be a best friend...one of your only friends you have ever had.

"Well, I'm sorry to leave you, but I need to hurry and get to some other people, they thought I was just going to the bathroom. Will you be okay?" You nodded. "Yeah, I will. I feel better. Thank you for caring...to tell the truth...not a lot of people have really cared for me and tried to make me feel better." Hermione instantly felt bad. "Why don't you come with me? I'm sure my friends would like to meet you." Your face turned red. "No...I wouldn't want to be a fourth wheel..." you looked at your knees. "To be really honest...I'm...well I'm shy." Hermione put her hand on your shoulder. "That's okay! They are really nice." You looked at her. "Are you sure I wont be like a fourth wheel?" Hermione nodded. "Hey, I invited you didn't I?" You smiled. "Ok. I'll come. " You both got up and left the small room in the train.