Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be the one making the money instead of J.K Rowling! All I own is the characters and plot. This is set some years after the War. Most of the characters are made up. I may use a couple of Rowling's here and there.

Chapter One:

Vivian Gremond didn't like the cold weather. She hated it, in fact. Loathed it with a fury that made her heart cringe away in fear and her soul take a vacation elsewhere. Her hatred for the snow-blanketed world around her just couldn't quite match up to the hatred she felt for the boy before her.

"Would you bugger off, already?" she screamed, her face contorting with anger.

"Of course not! That would please you, and Merlin knows I don't want that to happen," the boy sneered back.

The mentioned boy stood taller than the girl before him by a good eight inches. His muscular figure was a contrast by far to her slim frame. She was about average height for a female at the age of sixteen, but that was about it. Her curves were slightly defined, mostly hidden by the baggy clothes she wore. Her dark red hair whipped around her as the wind tried to batter her to death. The boy's stark black hair didn't seem to bother him as much, as it wasn't long enough to get into his eyes. Vi glared daggers at Damon Jokovich, hoping he would disintegrate into nothing from the intensity.

"You need to get a life," she spat as she tried to move past him.

Damon smirked, knowing it would irritate the Ravenclaw. "Oh, but I have one! My sole purpose for living is to make your life miserable!" he laughed mockingly, moving in her way to block her from going inside.

Vi pulled her scarf tighter around her and prayed to the Gods that this terrible git would just freaking die!

"Will you move already? I don't want to waste anymore of my time with the likes of you!" she yelled. She tried to walk past him once more, but he blocked that as well.

"Is the little girl getting cold?" he teased. There just wasn't anything better than this! Except, he was also cold. He wouldn't go in, though, as long as she was having a hard time.

Other students passed by the couple, staring and whispering as they walked into the safety of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It surely was a sight to see.

Vi was on her last straw. This pathetic excuse for a human being had been torturing her since their First Year! Hadn't he had enough? They stood in a tense silence for what seemed to Vi an eternity in Hell. Her glare didn't falter, and neither did his smirk.

"Do you like staring at my face? It is quite marvelous, isn't it? A model of perfection, I say," he stated arrogantly. It made Vi want to puke.

"It'd look better with an anvil smashing into it," she retorted.

Damon laughed, "Yours wouldn't look good no matter what happened to it!"

Vi had had enough. Before she knew it, her fist slammed right into that "perfect" nose and a sickening crunch could be heard. Just because she was small didn't mean she couldn't hit like a guy. She was raised by her father and two older brothers, after all.

A fatal quiet followed for a few seconds. It seemed that the whole planet Earth had stopped spinning on its axis and so had the rest of the universe. Before she knew it, however, Vi was felt something hard collide with her stomach and air couldn't find its way to her lungs. Everything went black for a moment, and then Vi heard a lot of noise. It was highly irritating. What was making such a racket? She opened her eyes and had trouble making out the objects in her line of vision. When her eyes came into focus, she realized that a huge crowd stood around her. There was a whimpering nearby, but the maker of it wasn't within her sight. Someone pulled her to her feet. They were saying something to her, but her mind couldn't quite grasp what it was. Then, someone grabbed her arm and yanked her along. She saw the maker of the whimpering being pulled on the other side of whoever was doing the dragging.

"...you're both in more trouble than you can imagine! Wait until the Headmistress sees this...this...catastrophe! Fighting on school grounds? Sixth Years, nonetheless! You would think that you both would know the rules by now!" the person scolded.

Vi recognized the person holding her arm as Professor Hamming, instructor of Transfiguration and Head of Vi's own house.

"She started it!" a male voice whined childishly. She also recognized the whimperer to be none other than Damon.

Vi's anger returned. "Started it? You deserved it! You wouldn't even let me in-"

"ENOUGH!" Professor Hamming shouted, coming to an abrupt stop. "I will NOT hear another word out of either of you! Save your silly little banter for the Headmistress, because I am not going to put up with it!" Vi's face drained of color, which seemed to flow into the Professor's very red face. Oh, she was definitely in for it now.