A/N Spots not all filled!

First chapter is always the hardest. I have to get into the character and plot so I am guessing this will be my worst. This is the usual length of my chapters so give yourself 20 minutes to read. The maximum time between chapters should be around a week.

This chapter features Sinead and strong mentions of Athena, Gene, Christian and Ellie. This doesn't mean they are in any way shape or form the leads. They are just the few I wanted to start with. They could possibly be the leads but I am open to new characters

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The plot has been foreshadowed twice. Bonus points figuring out where.

With that here we go!

Sinead's POV

The eerie feeling of hopelessness came upon me again; I heard a distant rumble of thunder. It was so faint that I thought I might have imagined it, but I knew I didn't. It wasn't the first time I had this dream. The rumbling grew louder and louder. Very quickly the sky turned from a mysterious gray to ink black. There were no stars and no way to see anything, but I knew where everything was and what everything looked like. The wind increased in intensity. I could see the trees bent precariously to one side as though they were going to fall over or get blown away like feathers. Then I heard the crack as a bolt of lightening hit the ground in front of me, I didn't flinch. Right where the bolt hit I could feel the presence of another person. Her hair was drawn back in a tight bun, her clothes were burgundy and she had a fur scarf draping over her coat. She had a grim frown on her face; she gave me a warning look and was about to speak….

I bolted up in my bed, sweat pouring down my face. I've been having this same dream for months now. Every night. I always wake up when she is about to say something. I have a natural knack for Divination and somehow believe that me dreaming this is my connection with my "inner eye".

I would never let anyone know about this, my reputation is based around my careless demeanor, and quite honestly I would sound boarder line insane. Throwing parties and knowing everyone is who I am, very few people see through that facade.

Fortunately I didn't have to roll over and have the same dream again. Even though it was 2 in the morning I was in my own room now. I was staying in my fathers' Dragon Reserve in the Scottish Country side.

I swiftly swung my legs out of my comfortable bed; I put my black hair in a loose bun and walked down stairs. The familiar flashes of orange light hit my kitchen wall as my fathers' dragons blew fire in the distance. I lit a fire and decided to go through the post.

My first letter was from Christian Cooper. Adjectives describing Christian make him sound so ordinary, but take my word for it there is nothing ordinary about Christian. He has shortly cropped chestnut hair and dark brown eyes, but his face was one of the most charming at Hogwarts. He had a strong jaw with perfectly chiseled cheekbones and a smile that could lift just about anyone's day showing 2 rows of teeth that make his eye's crinkle. Around school he first became known from a relationship he started as a 4th year while dating a 6th year. They dated up until the day she graduated and then bid farewell. She was head girl in her last year and is a beautiful redheaded Hufflepuff.

Christian is Mr. Hogwarts. Not only is he in the dueling club, chess club, and the choir, but also announces all the Quidditch games. But there is a lot more to Christian than his witty personality, good looks and reputation. He comes from the most famous line of Quidditch players in England. Starting back from the 1700's up until modern day. His father is the head coach of Puddlemere United, after playing for them for approximately a dozen years, with his 17-year-old brother in the minor leagues after dropping out of school earlier this year. His sister is a chaser on Ravenclaw, Libby, and as a chaser myself, for Gryffindor; I can say that there is nothing more intimidating then playing their team just because she is on it. 14 years old but the best chaser in Hogwarts by a landslide. The Quidditch gene must have skipped over Christian though. Even if Christian has the body type of a Quidditch player he is deathly afraid of heights. He once told me it all started when he was about 5, his brother was playing a pickup game with a bunch of neighborhood kids and he allowed Christian to ride on the front of the broom. A stray bludger hit Christian straight in the nose pushing him off the broom. Even though another neighborhood kid caught him before hitting the ground he can't get over the fear of flying up in the sky on a broom. His father insisted on not having his nose fixed after the bludger so his nose has an obvious wave in it, giving his almost perfect face a noticeable flaw. Anyway sitting in the heightened bleachers is just about all he can stand as he announces the games. This made things awkward with his father leaving their relationship strained, but Christian never stopped trying to please his dad and I don't know if he ever will.

I opened the letter and was greeted with familiar handwriting of my best guy friend.

Hey Sinead,

Happy Christmas! How's everything at home? Here it's pretty good. Dad's been working a lot but I got to hang out with my siblings for a long time. Libby says hi and that she's ready to kick Gryffindor's butt in February. Don't worry I defended our team! Mom's been working extra time in the ministry, she said that every department is being affected by some tension but it's classified or something. Have you gotten your ass charred yet by that new Romanian Longhorn your dad got? Maybe that would make your skin less transparent! Kidding!

Anyway I just wanted to wish you a great Christmas and give you this gift!

-Christian

His dig at my pale skin made me smile. Initially I hated Christian due to his teasing nature but this is kind of how our relationship is. Next to his card was a perfectly wrapped package, no doubt done by his house elf. I carefully unwrapped the paper and opened the box. In it was a rolled up poster of all the signatures of Puddlemere United, and new fingerless quidditch gloves. The stitching of these gloves was expertly done and the new smell of leather filled the room. I knew that they would take a while to wear in but I'd take these engraved gloves over my old ones anyday. I put down this gift and looked back at the pile.

The next letter was from Ellie Boyce. Ellie wasn't in my friend group but I still considered her one of my best friends. She's a bit of an oddball and to be honest that's how it all started. 3rd year some people were treating her weird, not necessarily mean but just being rude and skittish around her so I sat with her… out of pity. But then I realized everything Ellie brought to the table. Around school she is known as a bit of a wallflower and a bit strange. And they are partially right! Ellie is weird, but that just makes her all the more interesting. Her nose is constantly in a book, even if you're talking to her, but she would never ignore anyone. She just has a way of doing both. Ellie is a very complex thinker and she literally knows everything about everyone although she's not a gossip. She just likes knowing what's going on but doesn't have the social graces to ask. I imagined my pale friend pushing her pin straight hair behind her ear in frustration as she pushed too hard on her quill writing this letter. Eagerly I opened it up.

Dear Sinead,

How are you? How is your fathers' dragon farm during these cold months? I heard some hibernate but some breeds are awake year round, so I'd be curious as to which ones your father owns. My grandfather and I took a walk today in the woods. As you very much know I despise nature, but he had his mind set on a walk so I agreed to accompany him. It was quite pretty outside, no snow of course, but still a beautiful view. I tried reminding him that the view would look just as nice through a window but he ignored me. My mother is making a big feast tomorrow for Christmas and I must help her.

Have a great holiday,

Ellie Boyce

I laughed at her formality as I opened up her present. It was a hand drawn picture of no doubt the woods she walked in. It was colored in with pencil and it clearly depicted her grandfather pointing something out up high in a Maple tree. I loved this personal gift and hoped that my gift to her would be sufficient enough.

I then looked at my next envelope. I saw the loopy handwriting of Athena and the diabolical of Gene.

I decided to open up Athena's first. Athena is pretty much a boy stuck in a terribly beautiful body. She literally is drop dead gorgeous but she rarely acts on it. Her hair is well below her boobs and she often twirls it in class. She has dark blue eyes that create an aura of mystery around her in addition a long face with high cheekbones. She is often surrounded by guys and innocently flirts with them but hasn't ever followed through, at least not that I know of. She has trouble with girls; in fact I think I'm her only real female friend. Sometimes I find her hard to keep up with, she always has to be doing something and isn't a very chill person and is about as unpredictable as it gets. To be honest I think I may be one of the only people she actually gives a hell about other than her brother and a select few boys.

I eagerly open it up and the saw her writing.

Sinead!

How's the dragon farm? I love how your dad has two houses; we must hang out there sometime. Icarus and I had to come back to the orphanage for break, but its great cause now we get to hang out 24/7. I honestly wish I saw him more at school but he's with you slumming it in Gryffindor! Just joking! I'm heading to Gene's for New Years, you should come!

XOXO,

Athena

Typical Athena! Going to Gene Bass' house. He is probably her best guy friend. He is a huge flirt and they both flirt constantly, but it's innocent. I think them kissing would be as weird as things could get. I opened up her gift and was welcomed with a bunch of random stuff like gags from Weasley Wizard Wheeze's and sweets from Chocolate frogs to Licorice wands.

Finally I opened up Gene's letter. Gene has the look of someone with a silver spoon in his mouth since birth but surprisingly enough he's muggle born. Still was babied a lot, being homeschooled and an only child, but he lacked that pretentious wizarding blood attitude. Now you may be wondering how a muggle born got into Slytherin, but to say the least a lot has changed.

Like Athena he constantly needs amusement. He has a very explosive personality and is well known for his temper. He is best friends with Christian. I feel like they balance each other out perfectly. While Christian has a teasing sense of humor, Gene has an almost perverted sense were everyone around him is constantly bombarded with dirty jokes.

Gene has perfectly jelled and parted hair without a since strand out of place. He's good looking in a dorky way, but still manages to get with many girls. He is in Slytherin with Athena giving them a friendship a lot like Christian and me.

I know what you might be thinking, why would a Gryffindor be so friendly with Slytherins? Well a lot has changed. After the take down of the dark lord, Slytherin changed a lot. Over the years they became less and less of the black sheep of the school.

Anyway I eagerly opened up Gene's letter, still surprised I got one from him.

Dear Sinead,

Wanted to wish you a happy New Years and invite you to a New Years get together at my house. I look forward to playing you guys in the spring in Quidditch.

Cheers,

Gene

Short and sweet. Just what I expected, even though we were close at school, he sucked at keeping in contact.

"Sinead?" I heard a gruff voice being me. The lit fireplace I was sitting next to put a warm light onto my father who looks like he just woke up as he rubbed his light blue eyes. The only thing I got from my dad is his eyes and very dark hair. While he looks tan and healthy I go between looking sickly pale to porcelain.

"Hey dad, I just woke up and went through some of my mail…" I muttered guiltily.

He smirked endearingly, "You know you're supposed to open Christmas presents on Christmas day."

"But," I replied pointing up a finger for emphasis, "technically it is 2 am so it is Christmas."

I was ready for him to return my smart-ass remark with another smart-ass remark, but he just shrugged and sat in the chair opposite me and picked up a present.

We opened presents and sipped hot chocolate for hours, until finally it was dawn and I had to go back to sleep.

A/N

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