  "My parents were fawning over the Potter's, Black and Lupin children," Ron sighed. They had found a compartment and both were sitting down. Harry knew how it felt to be invisible, sometimes it was a blessing and other times it was a curse. A small part of his mind, one that he refused to acknowledge, wanted his parent to see him. To notice him. But they didn't, they didn't spare Ron or Harry a single glance.