Unknown Girl

I pulled up my hair into a ponytail; it was just another day. Nothing exciting happened to me anyways, only to them. I despise them so, but when I look over at him I feel a jolt of happiness. This stupid hair always in my way, no one knows I'm alive. Everything is about Harry, Ron, and Hermione; they're the ones with all the attention. I'm just the girl hidden in my hair. It's always in my face, and it never stays up. I sit in the back of the class unless they take my seat. I have no friends; I'm alone. I'm not shy I just don't like people. I dyed my blonde hair black a long time ago; I'm like one of those muggle witches but depressed and not evil.

The Weasley's all get on my nerves, Ginny and her preppiness, Fred and George seem all funny but they just get on my nerves, Percy the up-tight jerk off, and Ron. He's just so temperamental and he's in love with that little miss thang Hermione. My black eyeliner freaks out those stupid girls who live in my dormitory and all Hermione does is scold me. I read more than her; I maybe only second in the class but that am just because I don't try. I call them the Terrible Trio. I think too much, I'm deep and not shallow but no one seems to notice or even care. I swear, I think no one here is like me. No one has hidden behind their hair or their books or their mind. Luna is pretty wicked, but she's not my friend, she's just some girl who says hi to me. I think she's trying to be my friend, but it's not working. No one can ever be my friend, I just run away too much.

I still remember the Yule Ball, no one asked me to go, and I didn't ask anyone to go. So guess what, I didn't go. I hate the idea of getting all dressed up just for people that I don't even care about. The only person I ever had feelings for was Lee Jordan. He was the only one who knew I was alive, or boy I should say. He smiled and waved at me and one time hugged me. Fred and George maybe his friends but he is nowhere near as big of a git as they are. He's funny, sweet, nice, and he can actually see through this mess of hair.

I pull my hair out of a ponytail, what's the use. Lee isn't coming back; he's gone off for older women, not a stupid 16 year-old. No one else is going to notice me, no one knew me anyways. I start putting on my eyeliner. Brown and Patil are sitting on someone's bed gossiping about, what else, boys. Tarry is just like them. I can see them in the corner of the mirror, I also can see the window, and I stare at it with out realizing that it was just the mirror not the window.

"Sarah, are you ok?" Miss Thang had walked in carrying her backpack, which is full of books, but still fewer full than mine is.

"Yeah, fine," I grunt flipping my head to face her. My dark hair falls over my face covering my crystal blue eyes.

"You've just been standing there since I left. That was, like, an hour ago."

"So- your point being?" I stare at her blankly, moving my thick, frizzy hair out of my face. I started pulling my hair into a quick bun, which made me look almost like Professor McGonagall.

"It's just... never mind."

"Thought so." Why was I being hostile? Why was I being such a prat? I picked up my bag, which probably weighed a hundred or so pounds but it seemed light to me, and walked off to the common room having trouble with the door handle before I could walk out. Why can't I ever make a smooth exit?! Just as I pulled my hair out of its look-alike bun some tapped me on the shoulder. "What do you want?" I'm the most enthusiastic person, aren't I?

"I just wanted to say hi..." Neville, sweet, sweet Neville, I feel empathy for him, both of us being so clumsy yet, his are slightly bigger mistakes. He's just so sweet, poor him, having his heart broken by Hermione, but still being strong and his parents...

"I'm sorry Neville; little Miss Thang is just making me mad." Ok, so maybe I have one friend. But, one, that's pathetic for a girl my age. I'm supposed to have fifty million! Oh well-

"I'm sorry."

"Honestly, Neville, I've told you a million times stop saying sorry for things that isn't your fault." We start walking down the rest of the stairs to the common room. There he was, Mr. Perfect, Mr. Save-the-world-and-then-some, Mr. My-god-father-is-dead-so-feel-sorry-for-me, Mr. Harry James Potter, just sitting there playing a chess game against Ronald, his green eyes gleaming in the roaring fire. It was December and you can see through the window the snow slowly falling, the feel of Christmas coming nearer. I hated Christmas, I only got a present from Neville and my older brother, and I have no parents, so I live with Shawn. I know it sounds selfish, and I love both of them to death. I wish I could just have them give me something that's not so girly-girlish, because I'm not a girly-girl, and you know guys how they just buy what they think is the girlyist thing and call it a present.

"Hey, Neville!" Harry called to my only friend, looking at me trying to remember my name even though I'd known him for the past 6 years.

"Sarah," I heard Ron say under his breath, he seems like a complete git, but he's rather smart when he actually tries.

"Hello, Sarah!" Harry said this time to me.

"Hi," I grunt not smiling feeling my hair fall out from behind my ears. I stare at my feet as if I find something so incredibly interesting about them. My brown, fake leather shoes not polished, with scratches all over them.

"Hello, mate!" Neville waves back at them with a big grin on his chubby face.

"Want to play a match when we're-"

"Checkmate!" Ron yelled with glee standing up and starting to do some goofy dance.

"Well, want to play a match?" Harry said laughter in his eyes. I smiled a little at Ron. What a goofy child...

"No, sorry I have to go get tutoring from Professor McGonagall, Sarah will though."

"What?" I glared at him, there was no way I was going to play chess, and, with all people, the person I hate the most!

"You want to play a match, Sarah?" Ron asked this time, his sweet blue eyes looking at me.

"Sure," I said in a high squeaky voice. "What an idiot!" I thought to myself. I started pulling on my ear, which started to bother my cartilage piercing so I left it alone. Neville pushed me towards the chessboard.

"Here, you can take my spot." Ron got up from his side of the chessboard.

"Ron, you won," Harry said.

"I know, but I'm going to go find Hermione. You know where she is?" Ron looked at me with his innocent eyes.

"Yeah, she's upstairs with some other girls."

"Right, well, humph. I'll talk to her later. I'm going to go get some food then."

"Ok, see you later, mate," Harry said, I sat down on Ron's side. We played one game of chess I lost; I wanted to beat him so we played again and again and again. I didn't notice but the common room was slowly emptying to where it was just I and Harry left playing chess. Finally:

"CHECKMATE, I WON!" I stood up and started dancing.

"Wait, that's not fair, I let you."

"You did not, Harry James Potter if you did-"

"I didn't, I didn't," and he said holding up his hands defensively. "Hey, how did you know my middle name was James?"

"Come on, Harry. Are you that big of an idiot? Everyone and their owls know your full name, and then some."

"Apparently everyone and their owls seem to not know who you are." I froze; my face fell to a frown.

"So, I'm good at being invisible. You barely know my name."

"Sarah, you really should be more open. You might actually get more friends that way."

"What do you know? You've had a million friends."

"Because I actually talk to people."

"I'm going to bed, night Potter."

" Sarah, please, I was just saying-"

"Harry, you don't know me, you don't know how much I cry, you don't know why I hate people, and you don't even know the color of my eyes! So, I don't think you even have the right to say, I was just saying!" I ran half way up the stairs until I heard a:

"Blue."

"What?" I turn around to face him.

"Your eyes are crystal blues." My hand started shaking. "You have a crush on Lee Jordan, or you did before tonight, most think you like Ron, but he only reminds you off Lee. You've never had a boyfriend, you're parents were killed during Voldemort's rise to power. You aren't a girly-girl because your brother has raised you since you were only a year old and he was ten. You've both made it some how, but you've always wanted some other life, any other life than yours. You hate people because you're scared that anyone who comes to close to you will be killed. I think I know more about you then you think I do." I stared at him. He stared back all serious like.

"Yeah, well, night." I started to run up the stairs.

"No, please don't go." His voice sounded different, more deep and playful.

"What?"

"Sarah?" I turned around slowly to face some one that I knew this time wasn't Harry. I heard the fire pop and gasps coming from somewhere.

"You-" I stared down from the staircase, I wanted to run, "but, how?"

"Polyjuice Potion silly child."

"Lee," I said running to him, I tripped on my way down and he caught me. He was here, he had come back, and he was taller than I was, and he was holding me so tight I could barely breath. The only one I ever loved was finally holding me. I didn't care about anything.

"I'm never letting go of you again." I know I sound like a Hallmark card but still, I looked up into his eyes, his face seemed to be getting closer to mine and then -