Disclaimer: Some of these characters are mine this time =) HURAH but most of them are not BOO That's how it is folks!

Chapter 1- First Incounters

"I thought we were going to work on the pitch today," Dennis Creevey said, already geared up to practice beater work with Colin.

"I told you, I'm meeting Julia," Colin looked at himself in the mirror and grabbed his camera. "She's been wanting to learn to take pictures, so-"

"You're flaking on me again!"

"We can practice another time," Colin shrugged off his little brother's hurt. "I told her I was going to meet her, and I'm already going to be late. Maybe you can practice on your own for a bit. See ya later."

With that Colin left his dormitory. Dennis kicked Colin's trunk, causing it to close and for Dennis to jump around in pain. "Fine be that way!" he shouted, knowing Colin probably wouldn't hear it anyway. It seemed that ever since they got back Colin was always ditching him for Julia; a Ravenclaw girl in Colin's year that he particularly liked. Dennis agreed that she was pretty and all, but didn't see how she could be enough to ditch him for. He also figured that Colin was going for the Ravenclaw because that's what Harry had done last year. Dennis thought Harry was a great guy and all, but after his first year of following in Colin's footsteps of Harry worshiping, it got old and Dennis found other things to do with his time.

Tryouts for replacement beaters had taken place the month before and both of the Creevey brothers had made the team. Dennis wanted to get extra practice in, since that's what Harry, this year's captain, had suggested.

Colin had other plans, however. Dennis was tempted several times to write to their dad and tell him how Colin was going around snogging some girl, but decided that wouldn't do any good since their father was pretty easy going about such things.

Dennis wondered how his mother would have reacted to it. Dennis always wondered this since she had died of pneumonia just after he was born neither of the brothers had ever known their mother. Dennis got his beaters bat, grabbed one of the identical brooms his father had bought the boys, and headed out to get some practice in. "At least one of us will be ready," he mumbled as he walked onto the pitch.

As Dennis arrived, however, a bludger came swooping toward him and he had to hit deck to avoid being hit. It missed him and made his way back into the sky toward a figure across the pitch in the air. "OY!" he shouted incredulously. The last thing Dennis wanted was to be decapitated by some person taking up time on the pitch when he had come to practice. "Watch it will you?!"

The figure landed and caught the bludger, though they were hit to the ground in doing so. They then stood and put the bludger back into the school supply of Quidditch balls. Dennis strode over to give them a piece of his mind.

The person turned around, took off the cap revealing chin length blonde hair, curled out and perfectly placed. The girl turned around and took off her Quidditch goggles, stopping Dennis in his tracks. "Sorry 'bout that," she said casually. "Didn't know anyone would be out here."

She set down the school broom she had been using and started to take off the basic gear, once again belonging to the school, while Dennis could do nothing but stare. The girl had blue eyes and a heart shaped face. After she had taken the gloves and shin guards off she looked at the gawking Dennis. "What are you staring at?" she asked harshly.

Dennis snapped out of it, closed his hanging jaw, and swallowed. "Nothing," he said, trying to avert his eyes. "I-I just was, uh, coming out here to practice."

"Well, it's all yours," she said, still a bit on the defense, but not as harshly.

"I don't think I've met you before," he said, trying to regain some grounds on a first meeting. "Dennis Creevey." Dennis extended his hand.

The girl looked at his hand then at his face, not used to anyone being so friendly these days. "DJ Prewett," she said, taking Dennis's hand and shaking it as well.

"What house are you in?" he asked, now more interested in this conversation than what his objectives were.

"Hufflepuff," she said, sitting down and changing her shoes.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve, but what's will the drill," DJ seemed to be getting irritated with the questions.

"Just wondering," there was a moment of silence as Dennis debated whether to continue asking questions. "So, you just started second year then?"

"Third, actually," she responded, taking the supplies back to the general Quidditch closet.

"Really? How did you get into third year at-" Dennis stopped when he saw DJ was glaring at him with a 'why-don't-you-stop-while-you're-ahead' look.

"I started a year early."

"Why?"

"Because," DJ answered sharply then turned around to face Dennis, "Look, you have the Pitch. Good to meet you, but I better go back to the castle."

With that DJ turned and started walking off the pitch. "Good to meet you too!" he shouted as he watched her leave.

Dennis got onto his broom and let loose one of the bludgers. After he put in a good hour and a half of work, Dennis dismounted off his broom and put things away as he thought about the strange girl that had been there. She was awfully distant. It was almost like she didn't know how to handle someone asking, or maybe she just didn't want to answer for some reason. Dennis even started to question himself on whether DJ had just been a figment of his imagination. He brushed it off as he made his way back to the castle, hoping he wouldn't run into his brother snogging Julia in one of the hallways.

A/N: So, what do you think? Review and let me know. This ISN'T a romance between Dennis and DJ, just in case you were wondering. I might eventually give Dennis someone, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it. This, btw, takes place in Dennis's 4th year, Colin's 5th and the trio's 6th. So there you have it: the beginning of another story. I just couldn't help starting a new one as I finish One More Chance (which will have two or three more chapters I think). Hope you like this one. PLEASE REVIEW!!! gets one knees and pleads