'Ron, Ron, RON!'

'WHAT?!'

'Get out of bed already,' said Hermione impatiently.

Harry sat up and put on his glasses. No, Hermione hadn't slept that night. Perhaps visiting Samantha had only made it worse.

She left the room and the boys got dressed.

'Do you think Samantha will ever- you know?' Harry asked Ron.

Ron thought for a moment.

'I don't know,' he replied slowly. 'I hope so. I mean, she's the only girl who makes Malfoy look bad.'

'You better not let Hermione hear you,' advised Harry.

'Yeah, she'll probably put me in a coma,' said Ron.

Harry half-smiled but regretted not remembering Samantha. He had heard Hermione mention her a few times, as did Blaise Zabini and Neville Longbottom. But why couldn't he remember?

'Boys, hurry up,' called Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen.

Samantha's P.O.V.

She looked up and down and then recognized a familiar group of red haired.

'The Weasleys,' whispered Samantha. 'Hermione should be with them.'

But when she looked again they were gone.

She'd just have to make it to 9 ¾ and she'd be fine.

Soon she was in Hogwarts Express and on her way to Hogwarts. She sat in the compartment with Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ginny but still none of them could see her.

When she called Neville the first time, it seemed as if he had hesitated but it could have been her hope pulling tricks on her.

'So, have you told Ron?' asked Dean.

'Told him what?' asked Ginny.

'You know…' he gestured to himself.

'Oh, yeah, the day we went on summer holidays,' she replied.

'Yeah, and from what Hermione said, he really took it well,' said Samantha rolling her eyes.

She had found a good point of being invisible to people. Whatever she said didn't have consequences.

Neville revealed his presence by taking a deep breath. Samantha's best friends were Neville, Hermione, Luna, Teddy and Blaise.

She at once focused on Neville. He had been quite all trip but other than that he seemed normal.

'Neville, you alright, mate,' asked Seamus.

Neville jerked his head towards the Irish boy and then just nodded slowly.

'You know,' said Ginny slowly 'you can tell us.'

'Yeah, come on, mate,' insisted Dean.

Neville considered for a moment.

'Er, I better go find Luna,' he decided and rose to his feet. 'See you later.'

Samantha didn't want to stay behind so she followed Neville.

Neville soon found Luna and the two decided to look for a compartment.

'Luna,' called Neville 'have- have you heard abou- about-'

'Yes,' said Luna sadly 'her father owled me.'



And now Samantha understood. Neville was down because she – Samantha – was in a coma.

'Please don't be sad,' she pleaded but they couldn't hear her. 'Urg! Where the hell is Blaise? Maybe he'll hear me.'

And just then Blaise appeared with Draco and Pansy.

Harry's P.O.V.

Hermione and Ron had gone to their Prefect meeting leaving Harry alone to find a compartment. Ginny had run off to meet Dean, who was probably with Seamus.

Well, Harry would just have to go alone.

Just as all hope was gone Harry recognized Neville and Luna's voices. And then he saw the Slytherin's Trio (Blaise, Draco and Pansy) moving towards them.

'Get out of the way Longbottom,' ordered Blaise.

'Don't you yell at him,' snapped a girl Harry had never seen before.

She had brown hair and big warm brown eyes. She was his height and slim.

Blaise didn't take any notice of the girl nor did anyone else.

'Didn't you hear him?' repeated Draco Malfoy. 'He said out of the way.'

'Now, Draco, stop it! Stop bulling, Neville,' pleaded the girl. 'You promised!'

'Yeah, like Malfoy's one to keep a promise,' murmured Harry but they all heard and turned to him.

'My, my, if it isn't – what do they call you – The Chosen One…' said Draco.

'Draco, stop it! Leave him alone,' asked the girl.

Harry was starting to feel confused. The girl was there but no one looked at her once.

'I still don't understand why Samantha takes after them,' murmured Pansy.

'Pansy, stop it!' shouted the girl everyone but Harry ignored. 'All of you. Just leave them all be!'

'What are you looking at, Potter?' snapped Draco since Harry seemed to be looking at thin air.

'Not your business,' snapped Harry.

The girl with brown locks turned quickly to Harry. For seconds all they did was stare at each other and then she walked closer to him.

'Can- Can you see me?' she asked.

Harry looked at her lost.

'They can't,' she explained. 'Don't say anything,' she added quickly before he could reply. 'They'll think you're mad.'

'As if they don't already,' said Harry.

'What?' asked Draco.

'Nothing,' said Harry with a glare.

'Thought so' replied Draco. 'Let's go, Blaise. Sam must be looking for us.'

Harry noticed that at that moment Neville's hands formed fists and Luna's breath quickened.

'You won't find her here, Malfoy,' said Neville.

The three Slytherins stopped walking and turned around.

'What do you mean with that, Longbottom,' demanded Blaise.

'She had an accident,' said Neville slowly. 'A muggle, he didn't see her in the street…' Neville was chocking, tears were raising his eyes. 'And- And he ran over her with- with a muggle machine.'

Blaise slowly moved closer to Neville.

'She- She didn't-'



'She's in a coma,' said Neville slowly. 'They- They think she won't- ever…'

Blaise was so close to Neville their noses were nearly touching.

'You're lying,' said Blaise. 'You're lying,' he said louder.

'No, he's not,' said the brunette with curls.

She quickly turned to Harry.

'Tell Blaise that Hermione went to see me! Tell him that the muggle was drunk and that it was all too fast for him to stop.'

'Why can't you tell them?'

Luna looked at Harry curiously but he ignored her.

'I told you not to reply,' said Samantha. 'They can't see me. And I don't know how you can but just make sure Blaise doesn't kill Neville!'

'He's not lying,' said Harry.

'What?' asked Blaise.

'Hermione,' said Harry. 'She's been down all summer because of Samantha. She went to visit her at St. Mungus. A Muggle was drunk and didn't manage to stop the car so it hit against her.'

'No,' said Blaise more pale then Harry had ever seen him. 'I- I don't believe you. LIARS! YOU'RE ALL LIARS!'

And he ran down the hall.

'Wait, Blaise!' Draco and Pansy went off running after him.

'Come, Neville,' called Luna calmly putting a hand on his shoulder.

Neville relaxed his hands and followed Luna to wherever she took him.

'Coming, Harry?' asked Luna.

'Yeah, I just have to talk to-'

But the brunette was no longer there. Maybe she was his imagination. But she had told him she was Samantha. Well, she hadn't told him exactually but she had said that Hermione had gone to see her and the only person Hermione went to see was Samantha.

Harry soon found a compartment and shared it with Luna and Neville. Some fourth years ask if Harry wanted to join them but he – politely – refused the invitation.

'Er, Neville,' called Harry 'how was Samantha, physically?'

'Oh, she had brown curls,' he said thoughtfully.

'Yeah, long ones,' added Luna. 'And big round brown eyes, like her mother's.'

'She was always quit pale,' said Neville. 'She liked smiling a lot.'

'Yeah,' agreed Luna with a smile. 'And she liked having normal conversations.'

'Normal conversations,' repeated Harry.

'Pavarti and Lavender only gossip and talk about boys,' explained Luna. 'Samantha wasn't like that.'

'She was the only Gryffindor Snape ever tolerated. And McGonagall let her stay with me in every group work so that I could get an E,' added Neville.

'She always hexed Zabini and Malfoy when they called me Loony,' said Luna. 'And they're her friends.'

'But you remember her, right?' asked Neville.

'Er, well, I- no, I don't,' said Harry.

For a moment no one spoke and then Neville asked:

'You don't remember her?'

'No,' replied Harry.

'Harry, everyone knows her how come-'

'I don't know, Neville,' replied Harry. 'I don't know. Everyone talks about how great she was and I don't remember.'

'Well, she never liked the spotlight,' said Luna.



'No, she didn't,' agreed Neville. 'She liked peace and quiet.'

'Pity you didn't meet her,' said Luna. 'But I'm sure she'll be thrilled to meet you once this nightmare's over.'

'Do you think she- she'll wake up?' Neville asked Luna.

The blond took his hand and nodded.

'We just have to believe,' she told him.

Harry was now more shocked than ever. They way they had described Samantha matched the way the girl he saw looked. Could he have seen Samantha?

Then why didn't anyone else see and hear her? Why didn't anyone see her?

Something was wrong? Was Harry losing it? Was he going mad?