I own nothing but Rita! My apologies if I mix up the schedules on accident. Oh, and I know that Harry isn't supposed to know that Sirius helped kill his father till the third book, but I forgot. So he knows now!

Iwoke before anyone else, and silently started to get dressed. It's a good thing I'll have to talk in the classes, or I would probably loose my voice! I walked down the stairs from my dormitory, and out into the common room. I took my comic book out from under my arm. Shopping at some muggle stores kind of made me realize they can't be that bad, I mean, they gave me The Walking Dead! I sat down in one of the chairs far away from the other tables and seats, and opened my comic. I've read so many of them, and yet there is still more I have to read! I don't know how much time has passed, maybe minutes, maybe hours... before I give a quiet gasp, and look up from my comic. I was not expecting that... I close up my comic book, and head for the great hall. Almost everyone is already in here. I look for a spot at the Gryffindor table. Oh, look! They saved me a spot at the end of the table, away from everyone else. This is going to be a long year... I sit down at the end of the table, and start on my breakfast, I don't eat much; I'm too trapped in my book. Professor McGonagall came around and handed out schedules to everyone. It looks like we have Charms right after this, so I quickly finished my breakfast, grabbed my comic book, and ran out of the Great Hall, and towards the Gryffindor tower. I met Peeves on the way. I didn't realize he was floating directly above me, till a wastepaper basket landed on my head.

"Hey! What the bloody hell was that for?" I asked, looking up only to see Peeves the Poltergeist, laughing at me. I raised a hand and pulled bits of paper out of my already untidy hair. Peeves cackles and floats away down the corridor. Ok, that was pretty funny! I continue to run to the Gryffindor tower. As I ran towards the dorms, I wasn't exactly paying attention; I rounded the corner and smacked right into something. More like someone.

"Oh! My goodness! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying atentio- is that Hogwarts: A History ?" I say quickly.

"It's fine, it's fine! I uh- Oh! Yes! Yes it is! Have you read it?" The girl with bushy brown hair asks.

"Only a million times!" I say excitedly.

"Really? Me too!" She says, jumping up and down slightly.

"Isn't it crazy how they enchanted the ceiling to look like the outside sky?!"

"Yes! And isn't it amazing tha-!" my sentence gets cut off by a loud shout.

"Oi! Hermione! What are you doing, talking to her?!" I turn around to see Ron Weasley and Harry Potter looking straight at us, well, Ron is more like glaring, but you can't really blame him.

"I am allowed to talk to whomever I wish, Ron Weasley!" Hermione says, holding her head high. She's got guts...!

"Don't you know who that is?! That's Rita Black!" Ron yells, looking at Hermione as if she just grew two heads.

"Why does it matter if her last name is Black? She is just as normal as the rest of us, Ron! You should be ashamed for treating her so poorly!" I put my hand on her shoulder.

"No Hermione, it's-it's okay..." I say, as I turn around and walk towards the girls dorms, willing my tears to just leak right back whee they came from. I can still hear Ron shouting at Hermione. Any second now...

"Do you not know who her father is?! Her father is a murderer!" There it is. Just keep walking forward, don't turn around! I quickly grab my things for Charms class, and make my way towards my first class ever at Hogwarts.

I got to the room so quickly, that I had to wait almost a half hour before any of the other students arrived. It's a good thing I brought my comic book along, I would have died of boardom without it. I put the book inside my bag as the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, walks up and unlocks the door. I make sure to not look at Hermione as we walk into the class. I take a seat in the back row, all the way over in the corner, away from everyone else. Everyone fills up the front seats, and a few students have to sit within two rows of me. They really aren't trying to cover up their displeasure at having to sit so close to me. I don't see why no one likes me, I didn't do anything... It's been this way my whole life. Professor Flitwick goes through the list of names, and excitedly squeaks as he falls out of his chair when he reaches Harry's name. My name is a different story. When he reaches my name, he gasps and his head shoots up, his eyes scanning the room and falling on me. That's sooo reassuring... I think as I mentally role my eyes.

The months went by quickly, and I found myself getting angrier with all the behavior of the other kids. I'm starting to realize why Peeves torments us so. It seems quite fun actually... Maybe I could help him pull pranks on the kids, I'm kinda good at pranking... I haven't talked to a single student since that day when I ran into Hermione. And I always find myself the last person standing when we do group projects. It's fine with me, I don't mind working by myself, I don't want anyone to drag me down. I have to get top of the class grades, it's the only thing I can do. I wrote to Tonks a few times, and she sent me a very pretty black ribbon for my hair on Christmas. It hasn't left my hair since I got it, except for when I have to bathe of course. I haven't cut my hair once, so my hair reaches about mid back, and it's nice to get it up once in a while. It's almost exam time when the shocking event happens. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, ran into You-Know-Who once again, but the worst part of it is... Is that he was here. Here, in our school! I almost passed out when we found out. I thought there was something odd about Professor Quirrell. So time went by, I passed every exam with flying colors, and was soon packing up for the train trip home. I was still hated by every one, most of all from Ron. Maybe next year will be better...

Yeah right.

Sorry about the time skip, I suck at writing XT

~ MB