A/N-Hey! OMG! Thank you to all reviewers! I love you all! Now I need to thank you all:D

Fainus-:D I am so glad you like it! You're wondering who the boy is? You have read my other stories right? I thought it would be obvious… Well if you catch my drift please do not say anything in a review! I want people to figure it out on their own :D

Daftlime-:D Oh I plan to! Thank you so much for a review!

Legit-:D What makes you think it's a HPDM? (Smirks evilly) moo ha, ha… Ummm sorry that's my version of muahahahahaha… Yah but you'll find out who the boy is eventually.

Kirei Baka Kasumi- Hey:D Thanks for your review! Yes they will be another in the day of Ginny… That would be why I'm updating :D

Waytoevil-:D Grouse? Does anyone even say that anymore? Other than you I mean :D

Anyway, on with the story!

No one around here know the real me. I was invisible, remember?

I'm always the first to wake up. I'm usually the first to the Great hall and I'm usually the first to leave. I'm always the first one to class and I'm always the last one to go. I don't think anyone notices, nor do I think they care. I'm just the one that fills in the hole in the background. I only know one person who sees me. But you already know about him.

There is another one like me. But everyone sees him. I guess just because they see him doesn't mean they see him. They know him but they don't know him. They talk to him but they don't talk to him. I see him, I know him… I guess no one's really talked to him. I don't think anyone ever will, the way he behaves.

I know him, just like Snape knows me. I know the way his eyes light up when someone talks about Quidditch. I know the way they darken when someone insults him, or someone he knows very well and even possible likes. I know the way his eyes look like it's the end of the world and he's the only one left when he gets scared. I know his nervous habits. There not the usual ones like biting your nails or pacing. His jaw clenches and the corner of his eye twitches ever so slightly. He leans on his right foot casually and his pupils dilate a little. No one notices he only does this when people talk about death eaters, his father or Voldemort. Especially Voldemort. I know what angers him and what he does and what makes him Happy and how he decides to show it. He never shows much emotion so it's hard to tell but when you live your life in the shadows you learn a thing or two.

Like Golden Boy, Harry Potter. He's learned to hide behind a translucent mask. He's obvious. People see him and talk and know him. They know he runs his hand threw his hair when he's nervous, they know he can't stand being the one who everyone relies on to save the world. They know he ducks his face when a girl he likes walks past or looks at him. They know all that and more but only I know the little things. Like how he picks at his nail when he's thinking (a bit of a girly habit if you ask me) or how he always crosses his arms when he's forced to talk to Snape. Or how his scar gets darker the stronger Voldemort gets. But I think the one thing that he hides best is the fact that he's afraid of the dark. You wouldn't expect him to be afraid, maybe a little, but not as much as he is. He always twitches a bit when ever someone mentions that it's getting dark or comment on how it must have been really dark in the night when this that or the other thing happened. I don't think they realize it because they don't take time to actually sit back and observe him, or anyone else for that matter.

Then there's me. I'm the one no one sees or talks to or knows. No one knows my nervous habits like biting the inside of my cheek or my upper lip. No one knows what it's like for me when I get angry. I get angry a lot but I bottle it all up with the rest of my emotions, just like him. I guess in some ways, we're really alike… And whether he likes it or not, something happened.

I was walking out of potions (go figure) when I saw him leaning against a wall and looking at a piece of parchment, I could see the reflection of it through the paper and I realised that it was my picture. I would have smiled, had I actually remembered how. I just nodded slightly as he looked up at me in shock, not that it was obvious… and I continued on my way to class. I could hear him walking after me.

"What is this?" He asked me softly when he caught up with me. He knew I didn't want to talk about it.

"A picture," I said obviously.

"I got that far, but why did you leave it there?"

I didn't answer. Why did I leave it there? I dropped it, then I picked it up, then I dropped it, then… I left it there. I just left it on the floor. I knew I did but… but what?

There must have been a look on my face because he said, "You don't know." I said nothing. I kept looking forward. I said nothing. "You have a look, a look that says you don't know. Your jaw witches and you narrow your eyes a little bit." I looked at him in shock. Not that it was obvious.

"You know me?" I asked in my usual slightly monotone voice.

"Excuse me?"

I shook my head and walked into Professor McGonagall's class. As I figured she didn't even notice I was late. I took my usual spot in the only dark corner the sun couldn't reach and took my books out. She never once glanced at me, she didn't give me a turtle to turn into a pillow and she never asked me how far I had gotten that lesson. I had expected as much, I'm invisible remember?