Peter
Pureblood
Gryffindor 6th year
I am invisible, and I don't need a cloak. No, really, I'd might as well not exist for all the difference it would make. Somedays, when I walk through the school with my friends, I can't help but wonder why they'd want to be seen with me. I mean, they're just so…cool. Girls bat their eyelashes at them before giggling amongst each other. Then they toss their cloaks at me to hold. Behold the invisible man.
My family is almost embarrassed to claim me. "He's practically a squib, how can he be in Hogwarts?" Your guess is as good as mine. After years of pitying looks and embarrassed smiles, you start to believe what they say. That you're weak, that you're talentless, that you'll never amount to anything. But guess what. Last summer, I did something. It was big. It was amazing. It was illegal. Nobody will ever know about it, nobody but my friends. So to everyone else, I will always be the invisible man.