She stepped into the corridor with an angry scowl on her face. Of course Professor McGonagall (sp?) had to give us homework on the weekend and right before quidditch (sp?) tryouts too. Now how am I supposed to concentrate on my game? She walked sullenly toward the Fat Lady and mumbled the password. The picture swung open to reveal the inviting common room of Gryffindor House. Ahhh it's good to be home. She thought to herself spying her friends sitting by the nearest fireplace chatting. She walked over and joined the group.

Harry sat at the table contemplating his potions homework. A brush of silky hair caught his eye as a young girl swept past his table to join her friends. He did a double take because this girl looked a lot like his own mother had when she was younger. He stared at her for a long time until he realized that Ron was waving a hand in front of his face.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked incredulously.

"Huh? Oh, hi Ron." Harry replied still staring at the girl longingly.

"Whatcha looking at? Oh, I get it. Those girls over there are pretty cute."

"No, Ron. See the one with the long red hair. She looks a lot like my mother when she was young. She's even got the same green eyes. Look."

"Oh that one, that's just Nicole. She's a friend of the family. I've known her since I was little. She's in seventh year and head girl. You have no chance buddy."

"How…? But how come I've never noticed her before? You think I would have noticed someone who looks like my mother, right."

"Not necessarily mate. I mean you'd be surprised how many times I've walked past her in the halls and not realized it was her until she was around the corner."

"Oh. Well I guess we better get started on all this homework we have. You remember we have tryouts tomorrow night."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get going then."

The two continued to plow through all their work and Hermione came over and joined them later on. Still, Harry couldn't help but look over at Nicole's table every once in awhile not believing that she was not his mother.

The three headed up to bed around eleven. Harry pulled open the curtains of his four-poster and jumped in feeling the warmth of sleep overtake him.

Morning:

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down to breakfast and sat in their usual spot. The post owls flew down delivering the students' mail to them. A large tawny owl landed in front of Hermione carrying The Daily Prophet in its mouth. Hedwig landed in front of Harry carrying a letter from Hagrid asking them to tea. He took out his quill and scribbled that they would be there at three o'clock. He grabbed a piece of toast and let Hedwig have a little nibble before she flew off again. A tiny fluttered in through the hall and landed rather clumsily in front of Ron spattering his eggs down his front.

"Pig, you stupid bird! Why can't you ever land like the rest of your kind?" he grimaced down at the poor creature.

"Oh, Ron don't be mean just open the letter. Who's it from anyway?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's from my brother Charlie. Wants to know how we're all doing, usual stuff, oh Hermione have you seen Nicole today?"

"No. Why?"

"He wants to send his love." he replied dryly and started to pretend throw up.

"What's his problem?" Harry asked.

Well there's my first chapter of this weirdly weird story (Well at least I hope so) any way please review I will add more soon aren't you just dying to know what happens and find out who Nicole is and what's up with Ron and how does Charlie fit in with all of this

Until next time –FallenWOT

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS EXCEPT NICOLE AND SHE CAME OUT OF MY OWN IMAGINATION AND IS RIGHTFULLY MINE :P