A.N: So this is my first story on FanFiction; so I hope everyone who gives it time enjoys it as much as I did writing it. It is based on a girl named Melissa Maguire who just like anyone is just trying to live life to the fullest. But there is a lot of things against her, and sometime she can be blind to what is so obviously in front of her. And as the story is based after the War, I'm trying to keep to J.K's books on pretty much everything. (As much as I would love to have Snape, Dumbledore, Tonks, Dobby, Crabbe, Bellatrix, Fred, Mad-Eye, Remus, Sirius and Cedric in the story somewhere) So if you spot anything; be it plot wise, grammar or just something you enjoyed/hated please just review and let me know.

Not everything in life is set in stone, nothing can be decided and practised completely as someone would announce it to be. This is my logic; my world. For example; I would chose to go shopping and end up in the ministry of magic for 'purposely making the street lights to explode.' I could announce that I was going to study for my N.E.W.T's and end up in Ravenclaw Common room for no apparent reason. Nothing, NOTHING, someone decided to do is going to do happen as they say it- And well especially for me; Melissa Maguire. So you'd be one to wonder why I was sitting in the back of Divination hanging on every word our crazy teacher says; Sybill Patricia Trelawney was a woman(I think) who is certain that what is seen to happen in the future is set and nothing can change that. And sure, somehow I suppose it could be true in a sense; everyone is going to die. But how? that can be debated on so many different levels.

"Now I want you to remember that you have a test next week, but what day is undecided and what it is going in it is uncertain so prepare for anything" she whispered threw the room; then dismissed us. Glad to breath in some fresh air I took the spiral stairs down to planet earth.

I took my time walking through the castle's many corridors. I had nowhere to go and no one to see. Strolling through the new building I had flashes of the terrible war float into my mind. I was in my seventh year of Hogwarts. I shouldn't be; but most of the students from my year such as, Theodore Nott, Terry Boot, Neville Longbottem and Zacharias Smith who did come back to Hogwarts after the ministry was taken by the dark side still had to come back and redo our 7th year along with the year behind our so now we shared classes with the likes of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Which wasn't as troubling as it seemed at first; all I had worried about was crowded class rooms and attitude problems. It took me all of three seconds in the Great Hall at the welcome feast back in September to remember that some people would never be coming back to Hogwarts ever again.

Walking past the new bricks in the Hogwarts wall I knew the school was never going to end nothing could take down this school and if it did, we'd just build it back up again; it was, after all, 'the best school of witch craft and wizardry' ever. Gazing out the tall gridded windows of the school I didn't realise someone was walking towards me their attention so deeply in a book that neither of us had time to stop both of us tumbling to the floor in a great mess. My shoulder bag ripped open and my parchment was ruined with blue ink while his book got splattered on.

"Oh shit" I muttered trying to save some of my paper, while the person who I believed to be a boy now,(or a girl with extremely long fingers and wide manly hands) was picking up his book and rubbing it on his school trousers. I started to pick up the pieces of my favourite ink bottle while he stood up.

"Just use your wand" He muttered, then it hit me that I was a on my hands and knees trying to pick up a ink bottle, dropping the glass I frowned at my stained hands. Standing up I sighed. "What you don't know the spell yet?" He sounded almost annoyed but he was being oddly polite, pulling out his wand it cleaned up the ink while I glanced up at him. It was Draco Malfoy; everyone was shocked when he returned back to Hogwarts, a known Death eater- even if it was forced upon him. But he had Harry Potter on his side defending him. When he had fixed the mess on the stone floor he smiled a tiny smile "Don't worry you'll learn it eventually kid" and then he left. He and his book just walked away not caring that he had just insulted a seventh year student by calling her dim and slow indirectly of course and not to mention child looking.

Glaring at my hands I went to the closest bathroom I could to wash them. There was a reason I did everything manually these days I frowned at my reflexion; my dull brownish blond hair was a mass of big curls, my green eyes were tired looking, my skin was freckly and sun tanned. I didn't look like a fourteen year old did I? Frowning I dried my hands and glanced over my body; sure I wasn't a super model, nowhere near it really. Standing at five foot three inches(roughly) my heavy school jumper and black/grey school pants covering up all my skin. I wasn't skinny, but I liked to think I wasn't fat. Maybe if I stood beside the toothpick that was Pansy Parkinson I would be classed as fat but in my eyes I was average.

I made my way to the great hall with stained blue hands and a mind frustrated with my height – the only reason I could possibly have been thought of being younger. "Mel!" I heard a deep voice call, glancing over at my table I spotted Blaise; Sitting near the quiddage team, looking as neat and posh as ever. I made my way over to the stunning dark man. "I thought that you got lost again"

I frowned at him while pouring some soup by the ladle into my silver bowl "I don't get lost Blaise, I get pulled into some unfortunate luck due to the obvious reasons" I explained seriously, taking some bread and buttering it lightly.

"I see your wand is still confiscated" he teased pointing to my head. I glared at him, sure my hair was simply impossible to tame with just a brush and my 'Philip B' conditioner but how was I supposed to prepare for this without any previous warning- how was I supposed to know my wand would be taken. "You don't even look like yourself anymore" he teased "Maybe you should go sit with the Gryffindor's" He grinned his bright white teeth at me "might fit in over there"

I let the soup which I had just swallowed slide down my throat before I glared at Blaise, his smile flattered for a second; no matter who you are you can always tell a true Slytherin from their glare "Why would that be Blaise?" I announced a little laugh in my voice betrayed my glare "I doubt they need me as their Lion mascot" Blaise grinned at me cheekily.

"Doubt you could beat Potter, Granger and Weasley for the spot light" he teased. I laughed lightly before continuing eating. Lunch went by, Blaise when to Care of Magical Creatures and I went to Ancient Ruins. It was my last class, but it was a long class starting after lunch and finished at the end of the school day. A class where I sit in the middle row at the back, a class which I had never not once missed, a class where sitting three seats to my right(in the back corner) sat Draco Malfoy. A boy who had changed like many, after the battle, but a boy who didn't recognise a housemate after roughly seven years of living in the same castle. Fuming I sat in Ancient Ruins glaring at my notes.

The class came and went, having borrowed ink from my current bench partner Lovegood, and parchment from Blaise. I left heading straight or the Slytherin common room but while passing the painting of 'the screaming face' – a painting that should be locked in a tower away from anyone with ears. Professor Vector, my Arithmancy professor called me over.

"Yes, professor" I greeted when I was nearer to him, Draco Malfoy glanced at the two of us as he walked passed us heading towards the Common room. "Was there something wrong with my paper? Because I know that some of my charts may have seemed a little rough but my other paper caught fire while I was in potions"

"no no" He smiled knowingly at me, "If that was a rough paper than I can't wait to read a polished one" He complimented, I felt my lips turn upwards " now, would you please find your way to the Headmistresses office I believe she is holding a package for you" He smiled knowingly. The smile that had started to grow formed a grin.

"Thank you professor see you in class on Monday" I explained turning and walking away when he waved at me laughing; knowing well that I was about to get my wand back. Running up stairs and walking around corners I found the gargoyle entrance (after three wrong turned and a crash with a fourth year Hufflepuff).

"Tadpole" I half shouted, but the statue just slide out of the way and I made my way up(two steps at a time) to the office. I didn't even let my mind wander to what possessed Professor McGonagall to pick 'tadpole' from all the words in the world as her password. I had been here already- a little over a month ago to explain to my teacher that I wouldn't be capable of using a wand until the ministry of magic finalise their punishment for me.

Because while visiting their cold, boring building, I found my way into a very very restricted floor and found to pass some time I myself some light reading in the gigantic bookcases that smothered the tall walls. It was the caption that caught my attention. 'What, Where, When and Why- the answers to the questions of everything' When I saw that I thought surely that was impossible but after flicking threw what really happened in Paris , October 1628 during a historical witch burning. I decided that obviously the book did know the truth.

I had spent no more than 3 hour sitting around reading when a very large (muscle wide) security person found me, bound me with chains and dragged me to my father; the Head of the department of Law & Order. To be honest that the one person, father or not, you don't want to be dragged to on a Friday evening just before home-time was Johnny Maguire. The Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, decided after previewing my file (which my father commented one night on being oddly thick for a seventeen year old witch) that my wand was to be taken until further notice. But the time had ticked along and they've had more than enough time to re-read my file four times over. I sighed trying to calm down knowing behind a few walls on McGonagall's desk was my wand.

A.N:
I will be updating every weekend. But if I get 5+ reviews per chapter, I might have time upload an extra chapter during the week.

*^Knightsky94^*