RECAP: You were fighting with your parents all day the day before leaving that night they died. Now an orphan and feeling awfull about the mean things you thought about them you take a taxi to the train where you begin crying in your own little section. A girl named Hermione Granger helps you feel better and asks if you want to meet her friends. You feel shy at first but she talks you into it and you don't feel shy anymore. You leave the section...when the chapter ended.
Hermione and you arrive to the room-section. Behind the door you hear deep voices into conversation. You can make out the sentence, "Hermione has been gone for almost 30 minutes! Where is she?" Then Hermione slid the door opened. She entered, you suddenly felt shy again. There sitting were two boys. A firered head and a jet black head. The one with black hair had glasses. They were both staring at you! "This is Sarah, guys. Sarah, this is Harry and Ron." Hermione introduced. "Hi." both of the boys said. "Hi" you muttered. "Sarah and I just now met. And I invited her to stay with us since she was by herself." Hermione explained.
You and Hermione go and sit accross from the two boys. "So, Sarah. What house do you belong in? Ravenclaw? Hufflepuff?" "Griffendor, actually." You replied. Harry and Ron's eyes went wide. "Well, I'll be!" Ron said. "We are in that house, too! How come we haven't see you around yet?"
"I don't know." You confessed, starting to smile. You DID find that funny. "So...this might sound stupid...but. Who's Harry and who's Ron?" You asked. Hermione and Ron both giggled. "You can't actually be serious!" Ron said. "You don't recognise Harry at all?" Hermione asked. "No. Why?" You replied, feeling embarrased. "He's Harry Potter!" Ron said. Harry just felt awkward. He didn't like people talking about how famous he was. 'Here we go again, with the famous gogoling.' he thought. "Who?" You asked. "Sorry. But are you famous or something?" You asked Ron. Ron laughed out loud. "I'm not Harry! He's Harry!" Ron pointed at Harry. 'Wow.' Harry thought. 'A witch actually doesn't know who I am! That's funny and a relief!'. Hermione gave Ron a sharp look. "You aren't joking?" She asked. "No." You said. "Yeah...I guess I can be stupid at times." You laughed.
Before Ron or Hermione got to explain who Harry Potter was, they heard the lady walking down the aisle announcing beverages and food. "Would you like anything, Sarah?" Harry asked, digging into his pocket. "Oh, no thank you." You replied. "You sure?" Hermione asked. "We still have a long way to go." "It's okay. I packed a sandwich in my-..." you ended softly. "Well...I thought I had packed one...I guess I forgot." You didn't remember packing one. "Why would you do something like that?" Ron asked. You felt tears form in your eyes, remembering the guilt and shock you felt that morning. You tried to blink them back. "I-...I've had a rough day." A tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly. "Sarah?" Hermione said, worried. "I'll be okay. You guys don't need to buy anything for me." You said.
After dinner and recieving your class scedule you went to the common room to find some privacy. You were surprised because the common room was empty. You saw the fire and sat by it. You held your hands out feeling the warmth. "Mother...Father..." You said quietly. "Can you hear me? I'm sorry." tears formed once more. "I'm sorry. Mama. I'm sorry papa." Tears streamed down your face. "I want to see you both again. To say I'm sorry in person!" You wailed. You hid your face in you knees and began sobbing. After a few minutes you heard a voice. "Sarah? Is that you?" You looked up.
There, standing, was Harry at the door. You rubbed her tears off with your sleeve. "Yes." You admitted, ashamed. Harry sat by you. "This has something to do with today doesn't it?" You nodded, not looking at him but at your feet. "What happened? What's wrong?" Harry asked. You burst into tears. You told him about you and your parents, and how you promised yourself that you would never speak to them again, and how you woke to a letter about their death, and how you regretted your hard feelings, and felt guilt and sadness. How you were now an orphan, how you were worried about where you would stay during summer. How awefull you felt.
Harry sat quietly for a little bit before answering. "I know how you feel." You looked into his face. He was staring into your eyes. "You do?" you asked. "I lost my parents when I was young. And the family I stay with is horrible. I know how you feel about not knowing where to go and all." You smiled, knowing someone shared your pain, or at least, most of it. You smiled at Harry. "It's a little better knowing that I'm not the only one." You said.