It was one of those late August days that you wait for all summer. The sky was a rich shade of blue and there was not a cloud in sight. The sun shone, but not in an oppressive way as it had for much of the summer, but in a warm and inviting way.

I was feeling very nostalgic for summer even though it wasn't technically over yet. I loved summer though. Many of my favorite memories happen between June and August when it is just me and Clemence and Della and Tristan.

It was one of our last days altogether and we were outside in the backyard.

Della was busy sorting through her chocolate frog cards. We had just been to Diagon Alley buying our books, and she had convinced our father to buy her eight chocolate frogs. She lay nearby on the grass and hummed to herself, keeping herself busy. We were all just fortunate that her sugar high was over.

Clemence and Tristan and I sat on a blanket under the willow tree. We had just had a little picnic and now as Clemence and Tristan were playing a game of exploding snap while I read a book in the sun, enjoying my last few days of freedom.

"I can't believe it's almost over," I mused looking up from my book, To The Core: A Modern Study of Wand Cores.

"What?" Clemence questioned.

"Summer," I explained and then motioning around I added, "This!"

"Always so dramatic Willa," Clemence shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Oh come on, aren't you going to miss this?" I asked her, sitting up on my elbows and looking over at her.

"Of course I will, but it's not like we are never going to see each other again. I'll still be around!"

"But everything is changing!" I exclaimed, "You are done with Hogwarts and starting a new life without us. And I still have two whole years left at Hogwarts while you are off galavanting around the world making new friends and replacing us."

"Willa I'll never be able to replace you and Della! You are my sisters! I'm stuck with you no matter what," She assured me, closing her book and adding, "And I'll be home for Christmas. And I'll write you all the time! Don't worry!"

"And we'll still be together Wills. I have a feeling this is going to be your year at Hogwarts." Tristan commented winking at me, flashing his perfect smile. My heart skipped a beat and even though I'd known Tristan for years now, was amazed that he can still make my heart skip a beat.

Tristan Davies was perfect in our eyes.

Our families had been friends since they'd moved next door eleven years ago. I was five, he was six, and Clemence was seven. Della had only been a baby so she didn't play with us very much back then.

At first, his parents had forced him to come over. The adults would sit on the back porch and talk while we played in the back yard. Our Mum's had gone to school together at Hogwarts and our Dad's got along really well. Clemence, as the oldest, was always in charge and picked what games we would play. She was still in charge most of the time. She would boss Tristan around and tell him to pretend to be a dragon and chase us around. The adults would laugh in amusement at Clemence's antics and how Tristan and I would follow her around, listening closely to her every instruction.

After a while, Tristan started coming over without his parents telling him too. We would play chess or my Mum would help us bake in the kitchen or we would go see local Quidditch games with our Dad's.

And then Clemence turned eleven and went to Hogwarts and it was just Tristan, Della and I left. I missed Clemence a lot but I didn't mind it being just the three of us that much. Things quickly fell back into place when Clemence came home for Christmas, Easter, and summer though.

Then the next year Clemence and Tristan had gone to Hogwarts. I had felt so left out when they'd come home and talked all about everything they were learning. I felt so much younger than them and left out of their special club. I couldn't wait to start at Hogwarts and had been thrilled when I'd received Hogwarts' letter on my eleventh birthday.

Clemence had let me sit with her friends on the train to school and she'd paraded me around and introduced me to practically everyone in her year.

I'd been so sure that I was going to be sorted into Gryffindor and be with Clemence or Hufflepuff and be with Tristan. But then I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Clemence had said that she knew I would be a Ravenclaw because I was open minded and always so eager to learn. I had never been particularly competitive about grades and while I certainly always got solid good marks I never got the best marks in my year, however, I had always been a voracious reader and when I found something that interested me, I would become obsessed and study it from every aspect and angle. I had at first been disappointed about being put in Ravenclaw, however, over the years I had my place within my house and had grown to love it.

Tristan, Clemence and I all had our own friends and we were all in different classes but that was okay because everything would pick up in the summer and we would be the same as we always were.

In my first year at Hogwarts, I came to realize that Clemence was one of the most popular and beautiful girls at Hogwarts. I had always seen her as perfect and gorgeous, but it turned out that was how the entire school saw her. She was always surrounded by friends. She was always invited to parties and boys watched her as she walked down the hall.

Clemence was incredibly lovely with her long chestnut brown hair and beautiful glowing brown eyes and faultless smooth skin. She was tall, but not too tall, and had a willowy build. She had thick black eyelashes, high cheekbones, and naturally pink lips. She looked the most like our mother of the three of us, something I was always jealous of her for. People told me that I looked like Clemence and I saw the resemblance. We did look similar. However, I had a rounder face and blue eyes. I was also significantly shorter than her, which I apparently took after my grandmother. My hair was a shade darker and was always wavy as opposed to Clemence's silky hair.

Della looked the most like our dad. She was wiry and had honey blonde hair and wild blue eyes. She smiled the brightest of the three of us. She was almost as tall as me, even though was only twelve and was on a track to being taller than Clemence.

Clemence made everything look easy and it wasn't easy having everyone call me "Clemence Beasley's sister." I was constantly being compared to her and I knew that I couldn't live up to her standards. But I loved her dearly and never blamed her for it. I was glad that everyone saw Clemence the way I saw her.

Everybody, students, and teachers alike loved Clemence. And Tristan was no exception.

They had gotten together two summers ago. I had always seen the way that Tristan looked at Clemence. A look full of admiration and amazement. I had always wanted him to look at me like that. They had gone for a walk one day and when they came back Clemence was smiling and she told us that she and Tristan were now dating.

I had been surprised at first. Not that Tristan liked Clemence, because everyone liked Clemence, but that Clemence liked him back. She had always said that she did not want a boyfriend at Hogwarts, but she and Tristan worked together.

Tristan had he been there for us when our Mum had died when I was twelve. He played chess with Della for hours and never got bored or took her to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes when she was running up the walls and driving Clemence and me crazy. He was good to Clemence and brought her flowers every Tuesday. He was going to become a healer to care for magical creatures. He had been selected as Head Boy and all of the teachers loved him. He was the type of guy that opened doors for girls and helped elderly people cross the street.

Tristan was perfect.

But I didn't love him because he was perfect. I think I loved him because everyone loved him and he had always been a constant in my life.

At first, it had hurt when he'd chosen Clemence, but if it wasn't going to be me, I was glad that it was Clemence.

Later that night, after Tristan had gone home and Della and Dad were asleep, it was just me and Clemence. Clemence was sitting in the cozy arm chair in the living room making a packing list of things she needed to get before she left for Hungary and I was in the kitchen baking treacle tarts, Dad's favorite. I always missed baking at Hogwarts and so I tried to bake as much as possible over the summer.

I had just finishing stirring the batter when Clemence suddenly looked up and said, "I broke up with Tristan." She didn't even look up from her book.

I almost dropped the batter I was so surprised by this revelation, "What? Why?" I wondered in alarm, my voice tight as I tried to stay calm.

"It was time Willa. You and Tristan and Della are all going back to school in a week and the distance would be too difficult," She explained simply. I examined her face, trying to find a trace of emotion but her eyes were not red or puffy. She had not been crying. Her voice was calm and calculated.

"Just because you're done with Hogwarts doesn't mean you have to break up!" I informed her as I poured the batter into a tin to bake, "This is Tristan we are talking about after all, not just some random guy."

"Hogwarts is a whole nother world, Willa. And while you guys are in that secluded world, I'm going to be in Hungary and it just… What would be the point?" She sighed.

The point? The point is that it's Tristan Davies. Perfect Tristan. Tristan, the boy that loves you and would do anything for you! I wanted to scream out to her, but I didn't. I kept my mouth closed and nodded because it was my duty to be on Clemence's side no matter what.

"I don't want to hold him back from enjoying seventh year. And I want to experience everything without having to think of anyone before myself. I know it's selfish but I think it's for the best."

"I guess." I shrugged, trailing off as if it wasn't a big deal, even though it totally was. I knew she was right but Tristan and Clemence had been the Hogwarts couple. I had watched them go from family friends whose parents forced them to hang out to being real friends to them being a serious relationship. I had been there to see their story unfold and it just didn't seem right that the story should end like this. "But if you change your mind..."

Her face fell and I finally saw that she was struggling with her decision at least a little bit, however, she quickly shook her head and declared in a very final voice, "I'm not going to change my mind," she closed her notebook which she had been writing in.

"If you say so," I commented hesitantly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clemence furrowed her eyebrows, seeming slightly frustrated.

"I just don't think you two are done, Clem. You two are going to be back together in no time. You love him and he loves you and that is all that matters!" I finished triumphantly but Clemence just shook her head and tutted like I was a child instead of me being just two years younger than her.

Her expression softened, "You are too romantic for your own good Wills," She smiled sadly and then walked over to me and gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I love you," to me before heading up to bed.

After I'd finished baking and cleaning up, I walked over to the kitchen window. Tristan's light was still on. What was supposed to happen now? Tristan and I were still friends, right? Was I allowed to talk to him now that he was my sister's ex?

I couldn't help but think too, I would have never let you go Tristan.

I quickly pushed that thought out of my head though and quickly run upstairs and go to bed and try to think about anything other than Tristan Davies.

Clemence had always been so good at taking care of us that it wasn't really a surprise to us when she announced that she wanted to be a healer. It made sense.

What was difficult was that Clemence had been accepted to a prestigious healing program in Hungary to study and learn more about healing. That meant that she would be thousands of miles away from us. I was so proud of her, but I was still a little sad. I wished that she could stay home close to Dad and always be in our little house, waiting for me to come home. But that wouldn't be fair of course. She needed to start her life.

Clemence was leaving for Hungary two days after we left for Hogwarts. I was going into my sixth year, Della was going into her second year and Tristan was going into his seventh year.

Clemence, Della and I spent every day before September first together. We spent our time packing and hanging out and talking about Hungary and the upcoming year at Hogwarts. Although I had always liked when Tristan was with us, it was kind of nice to have it just be the sisters.

Della had trouble understanding what it meant that Tristan and Clemence were broken up. She kept wondering why Tristan had stopped coming over and when he was going to come back. I would shoot her looks to try to tell her not to mention it but she didn't quite get it, so Clemence would patiently explain that Tristan probably wasn't going to be coming over quite as much anymore and that they weren't dating but that Della and I could still be friends with him.

The night before Della and I left for Hogwarts, we were in Della's room helping her finish packing. I had finished packing the night before but Della tended to procrastinate.

Dad knocked on the door and entered, "I'm going to start bringing some of the stuff downstairs. What can I take down?" He wondered.

"I can do it!" Clemence suggested, reaching for her wand but Dad shook his head.

"I've got it!" He assured her.

Dad was a Muggle, but he was incredibly supportive of our wizarding careers. He and my Mum had met on the beach. According to Dad, it was love at first sight. She waited five months to tell Dad she was a witch but my Dad had fully accepted her and Wizarding culture. He had kept his job as a banker as Muggles really couldn't have jobs in the Wizarding World. I knew it was sometimes difficult for him to understand everything about magic without Mum to walk him through everything. He was always trying to keep up with Wizarding World news or reading books about Magical history, but he couldn't help us with spells or give us advice about Hogwarts.

While I loved Hogwarts, I always felt bad leaving him alone for such long periods of time. Sometimes I wished I was going to an average Muggle school where I could stay home and keep Dad company.

"Everything in my room is good to go! Della's stuff should be finished soon" I told him, "Thanks, Dad!" He grabbed a couple of my bags and took them downstairs.

"I wish I could go to Hungary with you," Della pouted, looking at Celemcne as she finished closing her trunk, "You are nicer than Willa!"

"Hey!" I complained glaring at her.

"You guys have to behave alright? Take care of each other. For Dad, right?" Clemence made us promise.

We both nodded grudgingly. We had all had an unspoken agreement since Mum died to make life as easy as possible for Dad. Things were always easy with Clemence around though.

We all slept in Clemence's room that night.

I woke up in the middle of the night and found that Clemence was missing. Della was curled up in a ball next to me. She was a wild sleeper and often thrashed and tossed and turned but she looked pretty peaceful. Clemence was gone though. I walked over to the window where a soft light was pouring through.

Clemence and Tristan stood in the driveway. I could see that Tristan was crying. I had never seen him cry before. They were standing pretty far apart and I knew that Clemence hadn't changed her mind about the breakup.

Feeling like I was intruding on a personal moment, I quickly crawled back into bed, leaving enough room for Clemence when she got back. I tried and failed to fall back asleep as I thought about what it was like to have a boy be so in love with you that he would cry about the idea of not being with you. And not just any boy, Tristan Davies. Our Tristan. My Tristan. Guilt began to creep in. Of course, he wasn't My Tristan, but despite everything, I still wished he was and I didn't know what to do about it.

A/N: Hello! Hello! Hello! The first chapter is up and I'm very excited! Let me know if you like it!

James will be in the next chapter and will be a major character so if you've clicked on this story and are like "I came here for James Potter and he's not even in the first chapter!" calmly click the next chapter button to your right and read the next few chapters!

This story is heavily based on To All the Boy's I've Loved Before by Jenny Han. I in no way deny it but I hope you like the Hogwarts version of it!