NOTE; I do not own Harry Potter nor Peter Pan. The only character I own is my two OC's, which both are mainly from the Harry Potter series. Without further waiting, here is my FanFiction, please rate if you enjoy it!

Chapter One; 'New Beginning'

Cosette Weasley sat at the open window in her new room at the Burrow. Her mother had passed away just a year ago, then having to move in with her biological father, Arthur, and his wife, Molly - who were both quite jolly. Cosette was overall a very shy girl, not like when her mother was alive. She was known for being like a younger version of her mother with her long blond hair (Cosette's hair having a hint of the signature Weasley's hair) and headstrong tone of voice. Cosette was completely scared for life once she had seen her mother and partner being murdered. She preferred not to mention it to anyone at all. Cosette couldn't find many people who she could trust about the murder of her carers. She didn't have many friends, only one boy named Castiel. Her step-mother disapproved of their friendship seeming Castiel was sixteen and who was expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not many people knew why - not even Cosette herself.

After Cosette had seen how her dearest mother had passed away, she had been quite mature for a girl her age. She had long, lusious hair like her mother. Her eyes were quite unique though. Her eyelashes were long, and her hues a deep, but enchanting, shade of purple.

So here she was, on a farm on the outskirts of Devon, England. She had many half-brothers and a young half-sister. William, Charles, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. Cosette looked over her shoulder as she saw Ginny with her beautiful, long ginger hair, mutter in her sleep. Cosette turned back to look out the window before getting up and removing her nightgown. The summer night air didn't bother Cosette. She moved over towards her bed, getting under the covers. Ginny heard Cosette, waking up.

"C-Cosette?" The young ginger asked rather loudly.

"Go back to sleep, Ginny." Cosette whispered as she tried to get comfortable.

"Do you think I'll get into Gryffindor? Do you think Harry will come over early this year?" Ginny asked eagerly.

"Ginny, things will just happen. Now shush and get some sleep." Cosette said sternly after sighing heavily.

Ginny eventually fell asleep, but with muttering questions about Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a school for young witches and wizards from years eleven to eighteen. Cosette was only fourteen and about to start her fourth year at attending the school. Ginny was eleven, about to begin her first year. It was a month away before school started back again. She was quite a bright witch and was on track with her classes. Highest in her Potions class and Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Cosette was awakened by a light shuffle. She was quite a light sleeper. Cosette opened her eyes only to see a figure hovering above her. Realizing it wasn't a dream, she let out a yelp of surprise. Cosette sprung up and crashed heads with the figure by accident. The figure flew back in shock, crashing into a stack of Witch Weekly magazines that Ginny and Molly had collected over the years. Cosette got off her bed, deciding to aid the possibly injured figure. Cosette was able to barely see the stranger but she was able to see that it was a build of a boy who looked around sixteen. He was obviously startled a little, backing away from Cosette. Cosette reached out to him, wanting to help him and show she meant no harm but he ran from her and jumped out the window. Gasping a little with her eyes widened, Cosette ran over to the window to look for the boy. She never saw a fallen body. Only a flying one. Thinking it was only a dream, she walked away.

Cosette stopped once she saw something flash in the corner of her purple eyes. She looked to it, picking the object up. It was a well-crafted dagger that the boy must have left behind. She decided to hide it in her drawer beside her bed, wondering if the boy would return or if this was a bizarre dream. Cosette settled back on her bed, looking to the window.

"Please come back..."

Cosette whispered gently, before feeling herself drifted off to sleep as she thought pleasant thoughts of the mystical young boy.