The following is a story based on the Harry Potter series. It does not involve Harry, Hermione or any of JK Rowling's original characters. Though the setting and places are the same. Different witches same school. Hope you enjoy!

Dedicated to "Blondrillon" for being my think tank!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the harry potter series. Such as places, characters or spells.

Along the Lines

"Hogwarts Hogwarts Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts!" Chynae's blonde hair was bouncing as she sang loudly down the street.

The sun was setting slowly on the horizon. There was two more nights till the two friends went back to Hogwarts for their fifth time. The muggle world was always boring over the summer which made Hogwarts twice as exciting when they got back.

"Chynae?" Clarke asked absent-mindedly.

"Yes?" she turned to Clarke happily.

"Shut up."

"Fine," She shoved her hands in her pockets. "I don't understand why you're not as excited to go back to Hogwarts as I am." Chynae pouted as the bounce in her step slowly faded to a shuffle. The two had been best friends since they were toddlers and not much had changed. Other than the fact that they were 15-year-old witches.

"I can understand perfectly." Clarke raised her eyebrows at Chynae and brushed her streaked bangs out of her eyes.

"Oh really? What is it then?"

"You have a boyfriend to go back to." Clarke told her. Silence drooped over the two but thoughts were running madly in their heads.

"Oh not this rubbish again." Chynae sighed heavily with frustration. "You think its rubbish?" Clarke questioned truly surprised. "Errr… no" she replied quickly.

The two lived in the south end of Birmingham, England. Chynae lived in a large house on White House Way while Clarke lived in a quaint house on Poolfield Dr. They had many memories playing hide and go seek with the children who lived on their block or going for the strolls in the forest just behind Clarkes home.

The girls continued to chat merrily until they arrived at the end of Clarke's driveway. "All right. I'll see you at the station then?" Clarke asked.

"Platform 9 and ¾, eleven sharp! See you there!" Chynae exclaimed as she waved and started to run down the street. Her parents would murder her if she were late.

Clarke smiled as she watched Chynae hurry away. She tended to always be in a hurry. When she turned around she heard a popping noise and suddenly her brother was standing in front of her. He was in his seventh year and had just turned seventeen.

"You scared me out my wits!" Clarke exclaimed and her brother, Carey, grinned. He was supposed to drive when he was in the muggle world but he never had since he passed his apparition test.

The two siblings headed inside where their parents were sitting on the living room couch watching a sitcom.

"Are you both packed?" there mom asked as soon as they were about to head to their rooms.

"Getting their mom!" Clarke exclaimed as she ran down the hallway to her room. She took in a deep breath and her eyes shifted over to the half empty trunk that was on her bed.

She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Freckles covered most of her face but were barely noticeable usually. Her angled bangs usually fell in front of her face covering her green eyes. She would have to sweep her bands out of her eyes half of the time. The rest of her hair was a dark brown with blonde streaks that she had done a couple of months ago and needed to be touched up. She wasn't bad looking but she couldn't compare to the beauty that Chynae possessed.

Her attention moved to her trunk, on the top of the pile of junk that she had thrown in there was a picture. It had a wooden frame that she had stolen from her mother's bedroom. Inside the frame was a picture of herself, Chynae, Dylan, Derek and Julie standing in Hogsmede. They were bundled up in winter clothing and shivering but they were holding onto eachother tightly. Trying there best to keep eachother warm. Clarke smiled as she stared at the picture she still remembered that winter day of their fourth year perfectly.

She moved over to her closet and started to pull shirts and pants from their hangers and throw them into her trunk. Underneath her pile of laundry she found her 11-inch dragon scale core wand. She hesitated and shoved it in her jeans pocket. She also found her Mika CD under her laundry and she shoved it into her boom box. Music usually helped her work. Unless, if it was a terribly good song and she just couldn't keep focus on her work because it was too good.

Her feet moved to the rhythm as she threw anything she could find that looked useful into her trunk. Though she was excited to go back to Hogwarts she was also nervous. After all they had OWL's this year. If she studied and got some of the Ravenclaw's that she knew to help her she'd probably be fine. Probably.

Her digital clock read 9:23pm when she was done packing. She pushed her trunk off her bed. Since she had nothing else to do she had better get a good sleep. She set her alarm and fell asleep fully clothed and Mika's voice blaring.