Author's note:

Hello again! The first chapter to my Sequel is now being posted. Hooray! and i apologize in advance for the long a/n, there are many things to say. Important things at that!

So the first four chapters of the story will contain Asteria's last two years at Hogwarts. One term for each chapter. it's not a long sum-up of what happens, but more like scenes of importance throughout those years. AND THEN THE FUN BEGINS! I'm so looking forward to writing the fifth chapter, which will be the grand reunion. I'm not giving anything away, but it will be veeery interesting ;)

On another note. I'm hoping that a lot of the readers from The Letter will continue to follow and review this story. And by the way if you haven't read The Letter, then you are bound to be confused. So go do that! Anyway it will mean so much to me, if you tell me what you think as always, and I'm looking forward to seeing you on the follow's list :D

The next chapter is on it's way, and now read, read, read, and review! :D

First Term.

It was interesting. Being back.

Asteria moved through the crowds gathered on the platform in Hogsmeade. The loud voice of Hagrid could be heard, calling for the first years, but everyone else seemed to turn their heads when she came into their line of sight.

Not surprising. She was a Death-Eater after all. Or so she had been.

Asteria found a carriage that was unoccupied and took a deep breath. She absently rubbed the sleeve over her left forearm, where the Dark Mark had once been, and thought about how she'd like to have shown some of the idiots giving her dirty looks. They wouldn't have cared though.

Asteria sighed heavily as the carriage set into motion. She was alone in it, amazingly enough. Two years of this and she'd go mad, two years and she would probably be wishing she went to Azkaban. She already was really. But then again. . . she was the only one, of those who mattered, that felt that way.

Draco. He was there, and the letter she had received from him not long ago, was safe in her pocket. It was funny how he might very well be a reason for her to be hated, and a reason for her to be able to handle it.

Asteria felt the urge to smile slightly, but it quickly vanished, when one of the boy's in the carriage in front of her pointed her out to a girl who couldn't be more than a second-year. The girl looked at her with a terrified expression and then turned back around.

It was going to be two very long year.

Asteria sat in the Great-hall and watched McGonagall speak. The castle had been completely reconstructed since she was last there, and at first sight you wouldn't have known anything had ever happened to it. Except Asteria very clearly remembered seeing Draco in this room. She remembered the battle in uncomfortable detail. And she wished she didn't.

Asteria refocused on McGonagall and tried to keep her concentration on her. There were two new teachers, McGonagall would continue to teach her transfiguration class, because they hadn't been able to find a replacement.

"There will be no second-years these next to terms. And no third, and forth, and so on in the years to come." Asteria raised her eyebrows. It made sense, but she'd still have to go through her owls this year and newts next year. Oh dear. This was going to be two very, very long years.

Slughorn was doing his very best not to look at her. All students had been scheduled for a 'consultation' aka, 'what the hell do you want to do now'. It was only two weeks into the term and Asteria's head was pounding from all the information they were trying to beat into their sculls to get them to the proper level.

Generally what the whole idea had been, was to put the second-years down to first-years, and have everyone else repeat all they needed to learn in the first term. And then all they were actually supposed to learn was pushed to the second term. For Asteria that meant, that she would have at best two months after her owls. (which were set directly after Christmas) to learn all she was supposed to learn this entire year.

Clearly they hadn't thought everything through properly.

And to top it off. All pupils above fourth year had a consultation with their head of house, to let them know if they could handle it.

So that's why Asteria was sitting opposite a very uncomfortable Professor Slughorn.

"So Miss Greengrass." He started in a vague attempt at his usual jovial tone of voice.

"Yes Sir." Asteria said casually and leaned back in her seat.

"Have you given any thought to what your plans would be after Hogwarts?" Slughorn said while he nervously fiddled with a sugared pineapple.

"No Sir." Asteria said calmly and Slughorn made a high-pitched 'Hmm' noise.

"Well, you will have very little time to decide once your owls have been concluded, so I suggest you choose what subjects you'll be taking soon." Slughorn said uncomfortably.

"I'll consider my options." Asteria said serenely, and stood up.

"Thank you for your time Professor." She said with finality. Slughorn stood up with an expression of relief, and shook her hand briefly.

What the hell am I doing here? Asteria thought with a grown as she stood on the Quidditch pitch with her broom, and received glares and stares from everyone in attendance.

She remembered the odd, and short conversation that had led to her trying out for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Asteria was sitting in the library, trying her best to finish her homework for the next day. There was just too much of it!

So because of boredom, and as a result short attention span, she was watching the Griffindor Quidditch team try-outs through a window. She could easily spot Ginny's red hair even from so far.

She would like to be flying instead of studying. Hell she would like to be anything other than studying.

"Asteria." Said a dreamy voice. Asteria turned to look at Luna Lovegood in confusion.

"Lovegood." she said hesitantly.

"I think it's funny how people use last names and think it less personal." Luna said with an absent smile as she sat down across from Asteria. Asteria felt a little uneasy at the interested look Luna was giving her.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked a little rudely.

"No." Luna said simply, and turned to look at the Griffindor team as Asteria had been before. Asteria herself was rather confused and didn't know what to make of the company. Everyone had been avoiding her, and she wasn't really used to company any more to be honest.

"I've never understood sports." Luna said suddenly. She turned her big, unnerving, blue eyes towards Asteria who nodded confusedly. "Do you play?" Luna asked with a smile.

"Not really, but I like flying." Asteria said slowly. What was going on?

"Maybe you should try out. You could make some friends." Luna said with a wider smile, a knowing look, and a wave goodbye as she got up to leave.

Leaving Asteria very confused, but, if only slightly, motivated.

And that's how she ended up on the Quidditch field. Why on earth did she listen to Loony Lovegood of all people?

"Alright, lets get started shall we?" The new captain yelled, ending the small conversations taking place. He was a big broad-shouldered sixth-year who seemed to lack quite a few braincells, but he didn't look like a troll, remarkably enough. Now if only she could remember his name.

"So who'll be trying out for Chasers?" Half a dozen hands shot up. The captain nodded, and pointed them towards where the quaffle was laying.

"All right, beaters." He exclaimed and pointed them towards another area. There were five, and they did resemble trolls more then actual humans.

"Seekers!" Everyone remaining other than one boy with a long pointed face, and a permanent frown went over to yet another part of the field.

"And you two are for keepers?" The captain said, without looking up from a clipboard.

They both nodded, and the captain looked up with an evaluating look.

"Names?" He asked.

"Erasmus Flintwood."

"Asteria Greengrass." The captain looked at her with a bit wider eyes, and nodded once. The lack of braincells must have made him forget her name too for a moment. Erasmus looked at her too, with the same frown as before. And she shot him a glare.

They had been spilt up into temporary teams, and Asteria was watching the chasers like a hawk as they progressed towards Erasmus. They'd been playing for about thirty minutes, and he'd saved three out of six attempts. So far Asteria had saved five out of seven. Putting her in the lead, but still making her determined to do better than that.

The chasers on her 'team' lost the quaffle and she grumbled lowly, as the captain flew towards her middle hoop. She still couldn't remember his stupid name.

He looked determinedly at the middle hoop, but as Asteria glanced she could see he was leaning slightly to the left. As he tossed it she went for the left, and caught the quaffle with the tips of her fingers. She tossed it at the nearest idiot on her team and caught the captain's eye as he nodded. She could feel the sides of her mouth pull a bit, and thought how odd it was that she was actually smiling.

As she landed, the captain came over to her and stuck out a big hand.

"Welcome to the team keeper." He said with a grin, and Asteria shook his hand with a small smile.

"Thanks captain." She said hesitantly. He laughed slightly.

"Marius Thornton." He said and she nodded with raised eyebrows. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as she'd thought.

Ginny Weasley was flying towards her, with the quaffle under her arm. Asteria was watching the girl's expression carefully. She was watching the right hook, alternating between it and the middle hoop. But just then she barely looked at the left hoop, but Asteria caught it. She tossed the quaffle and Asteria kicked it before it could hit it's target.

"And Greengrass kicks the quaffle away. No need to catch it or anything." Zacharias Smith said as the commentator, as the Griffindors boo'ed and the Slytherins cheered.

"Nice save Greengrass!" Ginny shouted as Asteria's team-mates passed the quaffle between them.

"Shouldn't you be insulting me?" Asteria yelled back as the redhead zoomed a bit towards the other end.

"Yeah, but consider this a warning that you wont be so lucky next time!" Ginny yelled before turning and zooming towards the action.

"Keep Dreaming." Asteria said to herself with a grin.

Asteria was half buried under her homework when she felt someone sit down next to her on the couch.

"Hey." Marius said as Asteria looked up at him. He was holding to cupcakes in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

"Hi." Asteria said with a small frown. She hadn't really talked to Marius outside of Quidditch practise and during games, but he wasn't too bad then. Although that didn't explain why he was starting up a conversation now.

"Want a cupcake?" He asked and held up the two slightly squished ones in his hand.

"Uhm, why are you talking to me?" Asteria blurted out. She really had lost all of her social skills these past few months.

"You seem stressed, and you weren't at dinner." Marius said with a shrug. "Thought you might be hungry."

"Thanks." Asteria said lowly, and looked down to her book. She reached out and cautiously took the cupcake and nodded.

"Be careful Thornton, she bites if you get too close." Mathias Yaxley said as he emerged behind Marius.

"Yeah, but at least I don't drool." Asteria said pointedly which affectively shut up Yaxley, as a few other Slytherins snickered. Yaxley had been making comments for a few weeks, and Asteria had retaliated easily. She may have lost social skills, but her insult skills were still very advanced.

"Not that it's any of your business Yaxley, but I was just making sure my keeper is staying healthy. Wouldn't want to jeopardize or chances at winning." Marius said pointedly. Yaxley didn't respond and simply darted for the dormitories.

"Thanks for that." Asteria said and frowned slightly at Marius. Ignoring the curious looks from other students. Her house had been very attentive towards her these past few weeks.

"It's the truth." Marius shrugged. "And besides, I wanted to show you something." He said and put the paper on the table in front of her. She hesitantly took it and noticed that it was very thin paper. Like the daily prophet.

And sure enough as she opened it, she found that it was the article listing the imprisoned Death-Eaters. The list that she herself was on.

"Why are you showing me this?" She asked Marius rather harshly.

"This one." He said and pointed at a name a few spaces from the top. Marius Thornton II

"Your father?" Asteria asked monotonously.

"Yes."

"And why are you showing me this?" Asteria repeated.

"You're not the only one who's under some harsh treatment. And surveillance." Marius said cryptically.

"You were tried weren't you?" Asteria asked in understanding.

"And found guilty. They offered me to come back here, under strict observation." Marius said with a nod.

"Same deal I was offered." Asteria said calmly.

"Then what happened?" Marius asked. Asteria looked down the list and found her name listed with five years behind it.

"I didn't want to go back here. But Longbottom had other plans. I really don't want to specify." Asteria said uncomfortably.

"Fair enough." Marius said with a scoff. "not like anyone would."

"Will you tell me why you're showing me this now? I think you have another reason." Asteria drawled, and handed him back the list. Marius smirked slightly.

"Well us convicted Death-Eaters should stick together. And besides, war changes people. And it makes it easier to start fresh with new people." Marius said and raised his cupcake as if to toast. Asteria chuckled slightly.

"Here's to new people then." Asteria said mockingly, and Marius laughed slightly.

It was only after he left that Asteria let in the sting at the name not far from hers on the list. Draco. Still in Azkaban. And her. Still with mountains of homework to do.

A/N:

So, did i do good? What did you think about it? tell me, tell me! I'm dyyying to know :D

Next chapter will be up in about a week or so. . . hopefully ;D

Oh, and slightly more poetic title no?