Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

I'm in the process of rewriting this story. Creating more detail, fixing errors, I'm not changing the story line; I'm just perfecting my writing. It's been four years since I've published this.

Thanks for the patience :)

I have never had so many people stare at me in all my life. From the moment I entered the Gryffindor common room, all eyes were on me and not in a good way. A couple of girls gasped, and a few boys snickered, but mostly everyone was shocked. I hurried out of the common room and towards the Great Hall. Not surprisingly, the staring and laughter continued and I couldn't help but to think about what would happen if I walked past a Slytherin. I could feel my cheeks burn red as I turned a corner. Before I realized what happened, I slammed right into someone's shoulder and fell backward, spilling the contents of my school bag.

"Watch it!"

I looked up. This day just got better and better. I avoided Malfoy's sneer by stuffing my quills, books, and parchment back into my bag.

"Hello? What about an apology half-blood?" Malfoy snapped.

This is just one of the main reasons why I hate being a part of the Black family. I have to be related to that git Malfoy and his whole lot. Sighing, I lifted my bag over my shoulder, "I'm sorry Draco, but I don't answer to derogatory names. Besides, my father is pure blood, and my mother was a half blood. So, if you had passed Arithmancy, you'd know I'm three-quarter blood you ass."

"You're still a filthy little half-blood in my eyes. Your father was a fool for marrying a blood traitor like Stone."

I resisted the urge to punch him, "At least I don't have to have my dad fight my battles for me."

"At least my father's alive."

My heart pounded in my chest and I could feel the blood race through my veins. Before I could reach for my wand to hex him, I felt my legs carrying me away. I saw the tears blurring my vision as I reached the Great Hall and let out a sob. Slowing to a walk, I reached up and wiped my eyes and headed for the only two people who would cheer me up.

Fred and George.

"Oi, there she is," Fred smiled.

"We were wondering where you were," George agreed.

I wiped my eyes and let out a sob. Fred and George's smiles faded as quickly as they had appeared.

Fred's eyebrows furrowed, "Princess?"

"Sarah-doll?" George's eyebrows did the same.

They slid away from each other and patted the space between them on the bench, "Sit down."

I did as I was told and immediately felt two sets of arms wrap around me. I sobbed again, resting my head on George's shoulder as I felt one pair of arms let go.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Fred asked.

George rubbed my back, "Why are you crying?"

"Is it your hair?" They questioned.

Moving my head from George's shoulder, I sat up straight and shook my head. I hated that I could cry so easily when it came to comments about my father. It was for that fact that I envied Harry so much. I wish I could be like him and take hits and jokes without crying.

Hermione looked over at me and, noticing my tears, spoke up, "What's wrong, Sarah? You're not upset about your hair are you?"

"That what we asked," Fred and George mentioned. "She said no."

I was beginning to cause a scene as Harry and part of Ron's attention was caught.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," I wiped my eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that rubbish. I've known you long enough to know that it's obviously something."

I started to shake my head again, when George touched my shoulder, "You can tell us Sarah."

"What's bothering you?" Ron shoved a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.

"Malfoy," I uttered. "I was on my way here. I was upset about my hair and I bumped into him. We exchanged words. He said…he said…"

Both Fred and George's full attention was on me, "What did he say?"

"He called me a 'filthy half-blood'."

Hermione's face turned red with anger, her eyes narrowing and her breath growing quick. When she opened her mouth, I held up my finger to let her know that it didn't stop there.

"He made jokes about dad, saying that he was a fool for marrying a blood traitor like my mom."

Harry looked offended as well, but said nothing, and Ron looked like he was going to be sick.

"I told him that I didn't have to have my dad fight my battles," I took a breath, "and then…"

"Sarah," frowned Fred.

George chimed in, "You don't have to say-"

"He said at least his father was alive," I finished.

I buried my head in Fred's shoulder this time, the sobs beginning all over again. I heard the clanking of silverware and the soft thud in front of me. Raising my head, I noticed a plate full of hash browns, waffles, and bacon.

"Thanks," I muttered.

George gave a small smile, "You're welcome."

"Don't listen to Malfoy," Hermione advised. "He only says those things because he's insecure about himself."

Harry shook his head, "He's a right foul git for saying that about Sirius. If I ever see him, I'm going to-"

"-Turn his face into a tea cozy," scowled Ron

Fred and George nodded in agreement and I took the time to imagine Malfoy's face as a tea cozy. As soon as the image entered my head, I couldn't help myself…I had to laugh.

"Sarah?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

I held my stomach and continued to laugh, "Malfoy."

"He just insulted you. What could possibly be funny about that?" Harry blinked.

"I was imagining his face as a tea cozy."

Everyone stared at me for a moment, I imagine because they were picturing Malfoy's new tea cozy face. Slowly, each one of them started laughing, starting with the twins and Ron. Harry laughed so hard I thought he was going to choke on his pumpkin juice. In an attempt to calm myself down I took a deep breath but, instead of stopping, I giggled. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth and hoped no one heard.

"Did you hear that Fred?" Fred stopped laughing.

George gasped between laughs, "Hear what?"

"Sarah, just now, she giggled."

"What?"

Before Fred could say anything more, Hermione shook her head and said 'tea cozy' causing me to giggle to myself once again.

"Sarah!" George hugged me. "You giggled!"

Fred grinned, "Not once, but twice!"

"Yeah," I calmed down, "so what?"

"'So what?' she says," Fred rolled his eyes.

"So," George noted, "you haven't giggled in months Sarah."

"Yeah, especially since…you know…Sirius."

My eyes widened a little at the mention of my father's name. He was right, I hadn't really laughed hard, let alone giggled, since I got the news that Bellatrix killed him.

George nudged his twin, "Fred, I guess this means that our little girl's finally out of mourning."

"I think you're right George," Fred agreed. "Our little Prank Princess is moving towards acceptance."

I smiled slightly and stared down at my waffles, "You know, even though it may show in my laugh...I don't think I'll ever fully accept that he's gone."

I know it's short. Please R&R