Disclaimer: All of the characters, with the exception of Celia and Mick, are the creation of the amazing JK Rowling and are Harry Potter characters, or are characters from the amazing TV show LOST.

Chapter 1:

It's Not Like he's Harry Potter

Celia and Hannah were in their third year. Sirius Black had just been found in the castle, and all the students were in the Great Hall. Dumbledore finished his speech and Celia and Hannah began to chatter excitedly. They grabbed sleeping bags, and started dragging them off to find a place to sleep. They saw Cho and some of her 4th year friends and Celia waved; Cho waved back and led her small band over to them

"Kinda scary, I'nnit?" Cho remarked.

"Yeah, a bit, but its kind of exciting all the same," Celia replied.

The girls compared thoughts on how black might have gotten in, and set up their sleeping bags next to each other, and stayed up chatting until Percy told the hall to go to sleep. Celia said goodnight to Cho, and rolled over to face Hannah so they could discuss more intimate details.

"So you like Justin," Celia said, smiking and flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah," Hannah bashfully replied.

"So ask him to Hogsmeade!"

"He goes with us already."

"Well, go on a more private trip with him, Susan and Ernie and I will just not go with you guys."

"Well… I don't know," said Hannah hesitantly.

"You can do it," Celia coaxed.

"Well, why don't you ask out—"

"Ssshhhh!"

Celia was quick to hush her friend as a Ravenclaw prefect walked by. When she had passed, Celia began talking again in a harsh whisper.

"We've been over this."

"Well, he's a Hufflepuff, and its not like he's Harry Potter," Hannah said, chuckling a little at her joke.

"You know why I can't do anything. He's older than me, and if Aaron knew I liked one of his friends, he'd flip. Besides, why would he like me?"

"Because you're an amazing person, and you're really pretty."

"I am not," Celia remarked, her distaste in that thought evident.

"You are. I heard Ernie and Dean and Seamus talking in Herbology, and they were talking about the girls in our year, and Seamus said that you were one of the best looking girls in the year," Hannah told her.

"Really?" Celia said, blushing a little at the compliment paid her by Seamus.

"Really! I think he fancies you, Seamus."

"No, that... he doesn't like me," Celia responded, shaking her head.

"You need to gain a little self-confidence. You're pretty, and you need to realize it. But whatever the case may be, guys in our year are attracted to you. Why shouldn't older guys be?"

Celia remained silent, and Hannah persisted.

"And you said that he spent two weeks of this last summer with your family?" Hannah inquired.

"Well, yeah, but—"

Hannah cut across her statement.

"So he's spent loads of time with you!"

"Hannah, that just means he'll see me as his friend's little sister, maybe his friend, but nothing else."

"I still think you should talk to him—you never know. I mean, honestly, if you never talk to—"

She stopped talking immediately when another prefect approached. Celia stared after him for a few minutes with a longing look in her face and only when Cedric Diggory had long since passed by did they resume their conversation.

"Celia!"

Celia was shaken out of her trance-like state where she was recalling a night the previous year by a familiar voice saying her name. She looked from the spot where Cedric Diggory had been standing a moment ago, and turned to see her friend Hannah Abbot standing a few feet away, looking mildly concerned.

"Hannah!" Celia shrieked, and drew her friend into a hug. When they pulled apart, Hannah commented, "Are you alright, Celia? You looked a little out of it."

"Yeah, just thinking."

"Ok, then say good-bye and lets get a seat, you know how hard it is to find an empty compartment."

Cheering up slightly, Celia responded, "Yeah, ok."

Celia walked over to her parents, hugged them goodbye, then took her trunk and the basket that held her napping cat Hurley, and dragged it onto the Hogwarts Express to find a seat.