Note from the Author: This sotry takes place after the war ends, but everyone is still in their seventh year. I made up this character for the story, so please don't criticize to harshly. Rated M for later on material. This is my first story so bear with me. It will get better. I have several things planned. Please enjoy and feel free to comment!

DISCLAIMER:I don't own any of these characters nor except the made up ones I make i.e. Celestra and her family/background story.

Prologue

"Celestra, if you don't get your butt down here in the next five minutes...", I heard my mum screech up the stairway that led to my room.

"Okay! Just one more second", I murmured back. I sighed and titled my head at myself, looking into my to big-for-my-face green eyes, in my mirror. As usual it doesn't get much better than this. I bounded down the stairs and saw mum scurrying around our livingroom gathering her first years graded tests.

"In a hurry?" I sarcastically ask.

She sighed and look at me," Don't be smartass."

I chuckled and grabbed my sling bag off our purple couch. Mum let me pick it when I was 8.

"What are you going to be up to today?" she asked ask she rifled through her desk.

I shrugged and sat down at our tablem pulling my brown leather boots over my dark blue jeans," I don't know. Maybe just walk around. See if any of the professors need my help with anything."

"Mmmm, speaking of professors", she shrunk her stack of papers so they could fit in her robe, and she shoved a scone in her mouth. Mum was always hilarious in the morning. She was always in a frenzy.

"I told Hagrid you'd help him this morning. He has some new creature to give to his students for a project. Apparently they need fish to eat."

"Fine", I answered pulling my black peacoat over my green sweater I was wearing. I pulled my brown hair out of my coat and it settled into waves going past my shoulders.

"Do you need a uniform to walk around in?" she asked as she reached the door.

"No", I said pulling my sling bag over my shoulder so it rested on my hip," It's Friday. People aren't going to wonder anything."

The good thing about having a professor as a parent is that I have access to school uniforms, especially since she's the head of Gryffindor.

There was always this rumor going around school that a professor has an adopted student that lives in the walls. Well I don't live in the walls and I'm not a student either. I have private teachings on weekends and I go to professors when they have free period throughout the day. And I don't live in the walls. I don't know how that rumor got started. Probably just students trying to glorify the rumors, like I'm some creature that doesn't see the light and can't talk. Hah!

"Well I'm off", she said walked out the door," I'll be home late tonight. Detentions and all."

"Okay", I walked up to a portrait in our living room,"Love you."

I heard her shut the door as I opened the portrait in my living room, revealing a dark tunnel. Now, let me clarify, I don't live in the walls. But I do travel in them. It's the benefit of living in this castle your entire life. You know the tunnels inside and out. I clambered in it and stalked down the tunnel. Walking these tunnels for the past 7 years, you don't even need your wand anymore. I knew every gap, crack, and bump along this dark corridor.

I felt the air get colder as I walked lower in the castle. I always like to come out of the walls in the lower levels of the castle. Less people there to see me, especially at this hour. I was heading down to the Slytherin entrance since they are never there at this hour.

"Ahhh finally", I said reaching a dead end. I brought my hand up and pushed the fabric painting open and jumped out.

"Oof!" I heard as I body slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground and I bumped my head.

"Ow", I said as I rubbed my the back of my head," Sorry about that."

"You're sorry?" I heard a deep voice mock my apology.

I looked up and saw a boy with shockingly blonde hair rub his head. He looked up and- oh wow. Grey. Such a blueish grey that washes over you. Wait. Focus Celestra.

"Yes", I retorted, getting up off the ground. He stood up to and he was clearly taller then me. He could easily rest his chin on top of my head. I looked at him really quickly while he was still brushing off his black robes. He was wearing all black. He had very pale skin, but not an unhealthy pale, just fair skin. He looked up and scowled at me. He blanched for a moment, and I thought he was just as mesmerorized with me as I was with him, but then he regained his scowl.

"What the hell is your problem?" he snarled at me, and I was taken aback by his tone. What was his problem? I said sorry.

"Uhh, pardon me?" I asked with confusion.

"Well, it's not like it's normal for people to come jumping out of walls", he noted while taking a menacing step towards me. I stood my ground though," People don't just slam into me. Don't you know who I am?"

I scoffed. He couldn't be serious.

"No", I scoffed, smiling at his pompous attitude.

"Wha-? How do you not know who I am?" he said surprisingly.

I shrugged," Because I don't care."

Seriously. Who did he think he was?

"I am Draco Malfoy."

Oooh. My mum has told me stories about him. He's rude, ignorant, and has a major ego. She surprisingly talks about him like he's a good student though. She says he has lots of potential now that Voldemort is gone. But right now she couldn't be more wrong. He was rather an arse.

"Sorry", I shrugged," Doesn't ring a bell. So now that we have identified who you are; I shall be on my way."

I started to turn but he grabbed my jacket sleeve.

"Oh, no", he jumped in front of me," Who are you? I have grown up here for the past seven years and I have never seen you."

"I uh-..." I stammered. Shit. No one has ever asked me. Literally.

"I find it odd how you don't know who you are", he smirked at me. What a piss head.

"I know who I am Malfoy", I sneered right back," My name is Celestra."

"Celestra what?" he retorted.

I was about to answer when I had a realization," Wait, why am I even telling you this? You are no one of importance to me at all. I do not need nor seek your approval. So now if it is okay with you, which I don't care if it is or not, I'm leaving."

I pushed past him and he backed away. I didn't bother to look back I just kept walking straight towards Hagrid's hut.

My mum could not be more wrong about Draco. He showed me nothing but hostility and anger. He is so self-entitled. As far as I am concerned, I never want to see his grey eyes again.