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Anya Lewis was looking forward to her fourth year at Hogwarts. She was a petite girl with long, platinum blonde hair that hung in ringlets down her back. She had large, dark eyes and pale, almost luminescent skin. In first year she had been sorted into Hufflepuff, which she now realized was not the house she would have chosen for herself. If she had the opportunity to choose, she would be in Ravenclaw. Anya was a good student and excelled in nearly all of her classes, which is why she felt she would belong there. However, the sorting hat had placed her in Hufflepuff. It made sense though. Both her mother and father had been in Hufflepuff, as had her older brother. She was sitting in an empty compartment of the train, staring out the window, watching as the world flew by, when a voice startled her. "I'm Sirius Black. Do you mind if my mates and I join you? None of the other compartments have room." Anya turned to find a boy with raven hair standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, um, okay. I am Anya Lewis," she said as the boy sat down across from her. Her dark eyes studied his face. She scanned over his defined jaw line, high cheek bones and ivory skin that was veiled by his glossy black hair. His eyes were metal vaults; they sparkled with secrets that only he knew. They were the coldest eyes she had ever seen, but they glistened with life and mischief. "I have never seen you before…" she let her voice trail off and cocked her head to the side, trying to remember whether she had seen him around the castle.

Sirius laughed quietly. "I'm a fifth year, and I live in Gryffindor, that may have a bit to do with it," he suggested. Before he could ask any questions about her, James, Peter, and Remus found him. "Hey guys!" Sirius smiled. "Anya said she didn't mind sharing with us." Sirius introduced all of them, but by this time, Anya was staring out the window with a dazed look on her face. She didn't blink, didn't move. She had her legs folded underneath her, and her hands gently resting on the seat.

At many different times throughout the train ride, Sirius found himself captivated by the white haired girl. She had not moved since the others had joined them, all she had done was stare out the window. If she was asked a question, she would start to answer, but she always trailed before she could finish. She would not turn away from the window. He was hypnotized by the way her hair caught the sunlight and the way the shadows fell across her face. There were a few times where he was caught staring at her. It didn't seem like Anya noticed, but everyone else did.

When the train arrived at Hogwarts, Anya was out of the compartment before anyone had even noticed that she'd moved. "That girl is so peculiar," James commented once she was gone. "She didn't move at all, for the entire ride! But Sirius already knows that."

"Yeah," Remus laughed. "It was as though he was given a love potion!" Sirius pushed past them to the door so he could see which way she went, but she was out of sight. "Sirius, just look for her at the feast," Remus put his hand on Sirius's shoulder as he squeezed out the door. "Which house is she in?"

"Wha… oh, I'm not really sure," Sirius kept his eyes fixed on the crowd, hoping that she would somehow appear. "I didn't get the chance to ask her."

"Guys," James said and held up a black and yellow striped scarf. "I'm going to guess she's in Hufflepuff." Sirius snatched the scarf from James' hands and put it in his robe. "Now you have an excuse to talk to her again."

"You have to help me find her tonight, alright?" Sirius told his friends as they walked off of the train. After the three boys had promised to help him and moved on to another topic, Sirius drifted into his own world. All he could think about was this strange girl. Anya. Most of the girls he met paid a lot of attention to him, but she seemed like she just couldn't be bothered.

When he entered the Great Hall, his eyes immediately went to the Hufflepuff table. He was searching for her blonde hair, but he couldn't find it. Where was she? He sat facing the Hufflepuff table so that he could easily spot her when she came in. Sirius felt like his heart was going to burst. He had never felt this way before, especially not about someone he had not even known for a day. Anya walked in to the hall just as the Headmaster had begun his speech. She sat facing away from him so he couldn't try to get her attention.

Once everyone had been sorted and the feast had begun, Sirius went over to the Hufflepuff table. He didn't really know what he was going to say, but he knew that he wanted to hold her scarf hostage so she would come and meet him later. He leaned down so that his face was right next to her's and whispered in her ear, "Meet me outside the Great Hall tomorrow before your first class. I have your scarf to return to you." She nodded and Sirius walked away.

Even though he was sitting at his table again, Anya could still feel his hot breath on her ear. She turned around to look at him, and he was staring at her. She immediately turned her back to him again. She could feel her cheeks turning red, her lips curved into a smile. "What did Sirius Black say? How do you know him?" her friend Rosalind asked. "And why is he still staring at you?"

"Sirius and his mates sat with me on the train. I must have left my scarf there and he wants to return it to me. He is not staring at me," Anya turned around again to find that Rosalind was right, his eyes were still locked on her. "I do not know why he is staring at me."

"You're so lucky," Rosalind whined. "Almost every girl at this school is mad about Sirius, and you're acting as though you don't know who he is!"

"But, I do not know who he is…" Anya's voice trailed off. "The first time I met him was on the train today."

"Well, Anya," Rosalind said, her voice full of jealousy, "I don't know what it is that you did, but it seems like you've left quite an impression on him."

Anya craned her neck to look at him, and this time all of his mates were looking at her too. When her eyes met Sirius', he waved and smiled sheepishly. She waved and smiled back at him. Sirius Black, she thought to herself, Sirius Black…