A/N: Hey guys, this is my new story focusing on a character I've had in the works for a while, but a concept I just thought of today. Just so you all know, I'm not anti-Hufflepuff. This story is told from Avery's point of view, in an awareness that she is telling a story to an audience. There will be many instances of her revealing information that would've been useful to know before, or just things that she doesn't say until its too late - but that is intentional and part of her character! Just want to clear that up now :) I'll usually do my authors notes at the end, and usually sparingly! Enjoy the story. I try to stick to events that are canonical to the story, but obviously since the books were told from Harry's general world perception, there will be deviating events.

Disclaimer! I do not own, did not create the characters/places/events in this story, except for those characters that do not exist in the Harry Potter world!

Prologue

I don't know where to start my story. It's long, there's humor, tragedy, war, etc. First tragedy is that despite not being born into the Black family, my parents, Emilia Greengrass and Rabastan Lestrange decided to continue a weird tradition and name my twin sister and I after constellations. Carina Emilia Lestrange and Capella Avery Lestrange. I'm Capella. I usually go by the name Avery because I hate my name.

Another tragedy is that despite growing up together with a close relationship with our mother (because father was in Azkaban), Carina and I lost our closeness when she was sorted into Hufflepuff in first year. I was sorted into Slytherin naturally, and she stopped talking to me – just like that. Is there humor anywhere in this? That, I don't know.

What I do know is that a third tragedy occurred, the summer before we went into our fifth year at Hogwarts – when Carina was found dead in her bedroom, one beautiful summer day. And a part of me died with her, as we were identical twins and all.

It's only been three weeks. Three weeks since Carina died, and I haven't left my room. I wish she'd come and talked to me – it killed me knowing that even though we'd barely talked the previous four years, I'd never pass her in the hallway – laughing and looking beautiful as ever, her eyes lighting up when the sun hit her face.

I really didn't want to face my friends, who I'd been avoiding, or my family, who have been so concerned, but it's just an act put on – Carina was a disappointment to them.

So here's where the story begins I guess. On the Hogwarts Express, going into my fifth year. Otherwise known as the year after Umbridge, and the first year without Carina.