Harry and Sarah were now sitting on the couch, talking, when Hermione and Ron walked in. "Hey guys." Ron said. "Hi!" You said. "I've been looking for you Sarah." Hermione said. "I've been here since dinner," you announced. Hermione nodded. "Well, it looks like we all share the same scedule almost, so that's good to know." You nodded. "Yeah." Ron looked anoyed. "I heard that damn Malfoy is sharing a lot of our classes too!" "Who?" You asked. "Wow...you really don't get around do you?" Ron said, surprised. You giggled. "Nope, I guess not!" "Well, he's not a thrill to know so be glad you haven't met him yet." Hermione said. You all chated and stuff until 10. "I guess I'll go to bed." You finally said. You bid everyone a good night and walked into your room.

The next day you woke up early and met everyone at breakfast. You felt much better than the day before but deep inside still felt a empty spot that made you want to cry if you thought about it. You were glad that the only one who knew about it was an orphan as well and understood you.

First class was potions'. You had seen Malfoy before, but he hadn't seen you. Hermione pointed him out, whispering as you sat next to her. "Oh, that ugly rat is Malfoy!" You joked. Hermione choked, wanting to laugh. Snape entered the room and you were glad she didn't. The class quietened down. After class you met the rat. He approached you, Hermione, Ron, and Harry. "Looks like the squad has a new member," he said nastily. You made a face.

He looked you up and down. You could tell in his eyes he liked what he saw, causing you to feel sick to your stomach. "Let's see now. The nerd, poor dooche, mudblood, and..." he said, trying to think of a nickname. Before he said anything you snapped. "Well, let's see. You could call me a mudblood. And I'll call you a fag." Snape overheard. "What was that Ms. Wilson?" he asked. "Nothing." you replied. "Detention, Ms. Wilson." You got angry. "I wasn't the one who started it!" You said. "Detention. And 10 points from Griffendor for talking back to your teacher." You groaned.

You and your friends turned and walked. As you walked you looked back at Malfoy, staring at you. You shook your head at him like you thought he was stupid. Then you turned away and stormed off with everyone else. When you got outside you said, worried. "What do I do? I've never gotten detention before!" Harry and Ron looked at each other. 'Never gotten detention before?' they both thought. "Well, now you know not to insult the 'fag' in front of Snape." Ron said. "Fag." Hermione said. "That is a good one!" You all started to laugh.

You felt your happiest in awhile. You had nice caring friends. You felt cared for and loved.

At lunch you could feel his eyes on you. It made you feel scared and creeped out. 'Malfoy is so gross! It's like an insult for him to like me!' you thought to yourself.

Suddenly owls started flocking in. Letters dropped on what seemed to be everyone's meals. It made you feel left out. But you looked across the table. Harry didn't have any either. It made you feel bad. For him.

In September when you started going to Hogsmede you began to go everyday. You would often take books with you and just sit in town at a table and read with a drink next to you. You enjoyed being on town, enjoyed being in fresh air, enjoyed reading a good non-educational book.

You had learned to deal with your parent's death and stopped feeling always sad.

As you read today at Hogsmede, you heard someone approach you. You looked over your shoulder. "Hi! Hungry?" Harry said, handing you a bar of chocolate. You closed your book and took it. "A little, thanks!" You replied. Harry sat down next to you. Harry sat down next to you and started opening another bar of chocolate. You layed your book down. You began opening it. You bit into it, and after swallowing, said. "Hey, this is really good!" Harry grinned. "I know! It's my favorite!" You looked at the sky. "I feel weird eating it...happy but somewhat sad, calm, and peacefull." Harry nodded. "It's really a nice feeling."

"You coming to the quiddich match tomorrow?" Harry asked. "Sure!" you replied. "I haven't seen you play." Harry looked puzzled. "So you don't know what a quiddich match is?" You laughed. "You would think so, but no. I know what Quiddich is, I just haven't even been to one of the school's matches." You laughed again. "It is funny. I suppose you are famous and I haven't heard of you. And I had no clue who Malfoy was. He's like Snape's favorite student!" Harry smiled at you. "Yeah...I'm a little famous. Not much." Harry didn't want to make himself look too selfcentered. "Why are you famous?" You asked, leaning closer to hear better. "Well...when I was a baby a man named, YOU-KNOW-WHO killed my parents. He used one of the forbidden spells. But I was the boy who lived." He raised his bangs. "The only thing to show from being hit is this scar." You looked at it. "A lightening bolt..." you whispered. "I'm sorry about your parents." You added.

"It's okay," Harry said. "I'm used to being gawked at. But I guess you can say that being reminded doesn't bother me too much because I was too young to remember." You nodded. "Yeah," You felt awkward now. You looked around. You looked back at Harry to see him staring into your eyes. You stared into his for a small moment, he looked away. "Well, I guess I'll be going." Harry said. He got up and waved. Then he walked off.

You watched him leave. You sighed. You were beginning to feel something for him.