A short nothing stuck in my mind. Might have sequel. I don’t know.

Clinging

A lot of people are left alone in the cruel with no one else to stand by. Without anyone to help shield the terror: will they sink or swim? It's human nature to rely on one another, and we've gotten used to this concept; to reach out. Like in every society, Hogwarts had her "untouchables". Hardly noticed, hardly seen.

The first time he saw her, a fellow untouchable, was during the second year. He remembered thinking it was odd. Looks like the same age, yet it was the first time he saw her. Little stands of hair covered her depressed face, she stood there and leaned on the wall with a far out look on her face. Something was troubling her. Draco didn't care. To prove this he shrugged as he kept on walking to eat lunch. His goons quickly followed suite. When he stepped into the distance, she burst out in tears.

"No..." she whispered hoarsely into the air.

"Kisa?" A young woman older than her appeared behind her. Soft brown hair was held up by two ribbons, showing off her angelic smile. "What's wrong?"

"H-hey Tohru-nii-chan," She sniffed and whiped away the tears. "Momiji-kun...H-his mother..."

Tohru lifted the girl up to hold her close. "It's okay. Everything will be okay." Gentle wisdom. It seemed Kisa’s angel was made out of it.

"She's dead."

For the next few days, a cheerful boy spent his time in a dim lit library. Searching for a solution, finding none. Hopeless. Deserted. Alone. Momiji shook his head, he wasn't alone or deserted. He didn't know why he was looking for spell to bring back the dead, not like she'd remember him. For Momo, he thought. For his dearest little sister that spent her time playing violen and following their mother around like a baby chick. "Momo..."

Hermione began noticing that she had company late at night in the library. He must've been a third year. "Hi, I'm Hermione," she greeted while smiling shyly.

"Momiji." They shook hands before he want back to his research.

"Are you Japanese like the rest of the exchange students? You look like it, but also something else." She asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

He looked up happily from his book, thankful for the distraction. "Yep, I’m also German," the blonde stated proudly."

A young girl and a touchable talked on for hours.

During her third year, Hermione rushed to the library to greet her friend before working on her studies. She often wondered what he was looking for in the dusty old books, but never questioned it. Would've snooped around, but he never left before her.

Today, another girl was in the library. Hermione froze by the doorway with a hurtful look on her face. Momiji and the girl were conversing in Japanese.

The young German swallowed down some painful information. His cousin, Kisa, delivered the newspaper to him. Lord Voldemort's minions finished their job by getting rid of his father and sister. Tears flowed down as Kisa embraced him.

A soft whisper. "You was once told me and Nii-chan, that we must remember. All the good times. All the bad times. We must hold on dearly to those memories that can one day make us whole again." He relished in her comfort.

"Thank you." Momiji looked up at Hermione, "Um..." Should he tell her. What he's been researching for.

Flabergasted. With that, she left. Hermione had no idea what took place. Nor has she seen that petie Japanese girl before. Mistook a zodiac bond for a love one. It was pity, Momiji had hopes.

He continued to hold the young Sohma in his arms. "Everything will be okay." Kisa repeated the wisdom Tohru passed on to her a year ago.

Back then, she didn't fully believe what her idol taught her that day. Neither did Momiji now. His family, his loved ones, dead. And for what? He couldn't imagine why some physcopath wanted to murder them. It made no sense. Wasn't fair. Then again, that was the story of his life. He had to put up a brave front. A mature front. For Kisa. For Tohru. For Hermione.

And most importantly, his family.

Momiji. The untouchable. Not by choice, by nature. Such is the life of a cursed one. Even the untouchables aren't alone. They cling on to one another, survive together. As time pass, they become touchable. Free like everyone else. A sad little boy hoped his time would come soon.

But it's okay. He didn't mind clinging to others.

Fin.

DracoxKisa is kinda stuck in my head now. If I write a sequel it might include that. A Momiji love interest. Or his parent’s death. I don’t know. You pick.