Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling is a genius and if it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't be writing HP fan fiction right now. I do own Sarah though.

In Sarah's POV.

"Don't wake her up."

"Why shouldn't we? She needs to see. Besides, we're going to be late for breakfast."

I stirred before rolling onto my back and opening my eyes. The girls were surrounding me in their pajamas. Katie and Hermione's mouths were gaped, Angelina's eyes were wide, Alicia had both of her hands covering her mouth, and all of their eyes were locked solely on me.

I touched my face, "Oh God, I have a pimple don't I?"

"No," Katie placed a hand to her forehead. "Besides, a pimple is the least of your problems."

"Is my hair still straight from yesterday?" I asked.

Hermione shook her head, "Sarah, it's…well…maybe you should take a look in the mirror."

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe us even if we told you," Angelina blinked.

Without hesitation, I jumped out of bed and ran straight for the mirror. Whatever was wrong with me was with my hair. The girls followed behind me, calling out various things from 'it's not that bad' to 'you really shouldn't fret about it'. It's a good thing that I didn't listen to them, because they were lying. Once I got to the mirror and saw my reflection, the color drained from my face. I had straightened my hair the morning before and wore it that way for the entire day. When I had settled into bed that night, my hair was still straight. Now, not only was my hair back to its originally curly state, but it was also orange juice orange and Weasley red. As if that weren't enough, my hair was standing on its ends! It was almost as if I were touching one of those static spheres.

My mouth grew into a wide 'o' and my breath caught in my throat, "Oh…bollocks!"

"Sarah," Alicia rubbed my shoulder. "It's not-"

"Ugh!" I squeaked.

"That bad-"

"Ugh!" I pointed at my hair.

Katie agreed, "Honestly-"

"Ugh!"

"Not that awful," Hermione reasoned. "We can…fix it.…"

I couldn't take it any longer. I closed my eyes and screamed as loud as I could. I'm sure the entire girl's dormitory could hear me but I didn't care. I was shocked and I was confused. I stopped screaming and looked around our room. A few other girls had popped their heads into the door, caught a glimpse of my hair, and ran off. Angelina quickly closed the door and became the first to speak up.

"Sarah, are you all right?"

I shook my head. All I could say was, "I look like my first cousin."

"You shouldn't compare yourself to her," Katie frowned.

"I do. I look like Bellatrix."

"Oh, come off it," Hermione grabbed her hairbrush. "It's not so bad. Like I said, we can fix it. Besides, if you looked like Bellatrix, you would be a hundred times less pretty than you are right now."

I stared at her for a few minutes before nodding in agreement and taking the hairbrush from her hands. "You're right. Does anyone have any bloody idea how I can fix this?"

When everyone began to blurt out their ideas, I decided to allow the girls to one by one try their hand at fixing my electric locks. Hermione tried it first, brushing my hair into a ponytail which she then pinned into a bun. My hair did not cooperate, to say the least. It actually sent the pins flying across the room. Katie and Alicia worked together to place my hair in a half up half down style which only seemed to make it worse as the hair in the ponytail stood on end as well. Finally, Angelina was the last to have a go at my hair. She managed to braid my hair into two frizzy, armpit-length pigtails, and it was unanimously decided that this was the best looking hairstyle out of the four.

"I love you Angelina!" I smiled. "Now let's get a move on, we'll be late for breakfast."

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