It had been a month, nearly two, since Samantha had discovered what she was. Well, she still didn't know what she was. But she had made a decision.

Through that last month she had done her best for someone to notice her but no one did. And she was positive that everyone could see the Hogwarts ghosts. Perhaps it was because they were at Hogwarts. So tomorrow, on the first of September, she'd go to Hogwarts and hopefully someone would see her.

But… what if they didn't?

'No, no, no, no,' Samantha told herself. 'They'll see me once I'm at Hogwarts. If they can see Nick, and all the other ghosts, they'll see me.'

Hermione's P.O.V.

'Hermione, where are you going?' asked Ron as he saw his bushy haired friend put on her backpack.

Hermione didn't look like Hermione at all this summer. Ever since she had received Mr. Summer's letter about Sam she hadn't been herself.

Harry was sure he had heard her cry every night or so, positive she didn't sleep, because she had big lines under her eyes.

'I- I'm going to St. Mungus,' she replied in a weak voice.

Harry lifted his face from the chess table and faced her.

'Why?' asked Ron.

Hermione glared so hard it was fearful.

'Ron,' called Harry in an urgent voice.

'What?'

'I am going to see Sam,' said Hermione and at once Ron felt bad for asking. 'Oh, I- I'm sorry, I didn't remember-'

'Oh, easy for you, isn't it,' snapped Hermione. 'Who cares about Hermione's best friend and about how Hermione feels about it?'

Ron dropped his head in shame.

'Hermione,' called Harry not willing to witness another one o their arguments 'we do care-'

'You do, because it doesn't seem like it,' she said. 'All you do is play chess and play around. You have not once asked how Samantha's doing, how I'm doing! All you care about is how Percy's being an arse, how Ginny's dating Dean, how well the twin's shop is doing, how good Lavender Brown looks when she smiles,' at that Ron turned more red then a tomato.

'Look, we know how bad things are,' said Harry. 'We just didn't want to make you talk. We wanted you to tell us when you were ready to.'

Hermione took a deep breath and opened her mouth to talk but at that moment Lupin came in.

'Hermione,' he called 'me and Tonks are taking you to St. Mungus.'

Hermione nodded.

'We can go with you,' offered Ron.

'No, it's alright,' said Hermione. 'Mr. Summer's is only expecting me, anyways.'

Both Harry and Ron knew Hermione was bad and wanted to help out but didn't know what to do or say so they just gave her an encouraging smile, which she returned with a weak one.

Samantha's P.O.V.



She kept walking around the hospital room. She looked down at her pale body. How she wished she could be back in it.

She missed Hermione though. Samantha never did like Pavarti and Lavender much. Well, they were alright but all they did was gossip. Hermione had smart topics – not the book and school but other stuff.

She and Hermione had had their girly talks. Like, when Hermione had had a crush on Vicktor Krum and Samantha had only admitted to Hermione her crush on Harry. No one else knew that she had a crush on Harry and she knew, even though he was her best friend, that Hermione would never tell Harry unless Samantha told her she could.

How she missed Hermione.

'Mr. Summers,' called the nurse 'a girl is here. She says her name is-'

'Hermione Granger,' finished Mr. Summers. 'Yes, let her in.'

Samantha, who had been sitting on the floor, jumped to her feet.

When she saw Hermione she felt bad.

Hermione looked as if she hadn't slept in days.

'Oh, Hermione,' said Samantha.

Hermione moved towards the Samantha in the bed and took her hand.

'Thanks for coming, Hermione,' said John from his seat.

'It's alright, Mr. Summers,' said Hermione. 'I would have come earlier but all the members of the-'

'I know, Remus explained,' said Mr. Summers.

Samantha moved towards Hermione.

'Hermione,' she called. 'Hermione, I'm right here. Can you hear me?'

But Hermione couldn't which made Sam's hope die slowly. Maybe once she was at Hogwarts Hermione would see her.

For the three hours Hermione was there she said nothing. All she did was hold not Samantha's hand (the one in the bed).

Finally, Samantha saw Professor Lupin come in. And for the first time, she was thankful no one could hear her. She couldn't hold the gasp that escaped her mouth when she saw the teacher.

She hadn't seen him in two years but he had aged loads. Perhaps it had been his fury little problem…

'Hermione,' he called softly and at that moment Hermione quickly dried her tears 'we have to go.'

Hermione nodded but didn't move.

'Hermione,' insisted Lupin 'Tonks is waiting.'

Hermione nodded again and then looked at Mr. Summers.

'You'll- you will-'

'I'll owl you,' promised John.

Hermione nodded and took one last glance before leaving.

Samantha tried again, but Hermione – just like her father, the doctors and nurses – didn't notice Samantha's presence.

Samantha just had to accept it: until tomorrow she would just have to hold on another night without being noticed by anyone.

'Ah well,' said Samantha signing 'another night can't harm.'