Hi guys! This is my first multi-chapter fic, so reviews and constructive criticism will be loved! Also, this story is kind of based off of my life, and all the characters are organized around my friends, family, crushes, etc. Basically what happens in here has happened to me, but blown up into bigger proportion to make it a little more interesting. Unfortunately, that does not include the magical stuff . So I really hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

"Kiara, over here!" I looked around for the source of the voice, finding my best friend waving at me from the other side of Platform 9 3/4. I ran over to her and gave her a squishing hug. Clara looked up at me, her gray eyes twinkling with excitement. Clara was five-foot-one, making the two of us a strange pair to see walking down the hallway, especially with me being five-foot-eight. Clara Flicker was one of those girls that you meet and just can't NOT like, with her big gray eyes, strawberry-blond hair, and friendly smile. Every student and teacher in Hogwarts loved her.

"I've missed you!" I sighed, and Clara nodded in agreement. I, on the other hand, am the exact opposite. I had blond hair and blue eyes, sure, but my hair was an out-of control frizzy-curl, and my eyes were just normal. They didn't even twinkle, like Clara's did, or pop out like my other friend Madeline, but they were just a plain, old, normal dark blue. Did I mention my face? Yeah, aside from having a baby face still (I'm fifteen, for Merlin's sake!), I have really bad acne in red blotches all over my face. Curse genetics.

"Have you greeted your brother and his friends yet?" Clara asked suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows as my brother passed, laughing with his posse of friends. I quickly smacked her arm as soon as they blended back into the crowd of students and parents. My brother, Joseph Rambeau, a Gryffindor sixth year, was the lucky one and got the good half of the genes. He had brown hair, chocolate eyes, very mild acne, was muscular, and, to top it all off, he was nearly six foot. It wasn't fair, really, how he got mostly my dad's looks. Not that my mom wasn't pretty, no, not in the slightest. She was absolutely beautiful, with long blond hair that fell in soft curls, quite unlike my wavy mess, and a smile that reached her vivid blue-green eyes when she laughed. My dad wasn't half bad either, you know, for a dad. Dad, or Nicholas Rambeau, was from France, so naturally he got the good looks. He has black hair (with little streaks of gray I won't let him forget) and chocolate eyes also, but if you look behind the innocent mask you will see the mischievous prankster within. My brother's friends were all the same way: good-looking, smart, kind, pranksters. They were popular too, but how could they not be?

"Oh who cares, Joseph wouldn't have heard me anyway," Clara said, rubbing her arm where I had punched her. "But of course, we both know you didn't care about Joseph-" She trailed off suggestively. I punched her again.

I guess I should probably explain more about my brother. He is VERY protective. I don't think he even realizes that he is, but I have never had a boyfriend (partly because I've never been asked out), though it might help if I weren't so afraid of my dad's judgment. This poses a problem when I am completely obsessed with his best friend, Albus Potter. It has nothing to do with the fact that he is Harry Potter's son either, as I had no idea who the hero was until my first year when I opened my first chocolate frog card. However, it has everything to do with those eyes; a deep emerald, they captivate me every time our eyes happen to meet (which is quite a lot). His deep voice never ceases to give me chills, either. But, by far, what first got my attention in first year was the way he seemed to fade into the crowd-or attempt to I guess. He IS Harry Potter's son, after all. I always wondered why someone so incredibly good looking and talented would want to go unnoticed, but he seemed to run from all the attention. That, and his eyes, drew my attention all the way back when I was eleven and sitting in Joseph's compartment. He was just so...mysterious. Normally I can figure out a person well enough to be able to know what they will laugh at, or what to say in an awkward situation, but he's so different. I guess it helps that those stupid eyes get me tongue-tied every time I look at him.

I glared at Clara. "It doesn't matter right now does it though? We haven't even gotten on the train yet and you are already teasing me!" I accused. "It's our fifth year; I don't want to start it off in a detention for hexing you."

Clara laughed. "I need to be able to make up for the time I'm going to lose on the train! You'll be in the prefect's compartment the whole time, leaving me bored!"

To top it all off, the professors seem to love me. I don't know what I ever did, but they all tend to go a little bit easier on me than everybody else. I mean, sure, I'm smart (the Sorting Hat almost put me in Ravenclaw for my 'sharp wit, cleverness, and academic interests'), but I don't really talk to them; I'm that kid who sits quietly in the back of the classroom trying to take as many notes as possible without drawing too much attention to myself. But, unfortunately, the professors call me out as much as possible, which calls more attention to me, and, by default, my face. I'm the 'nerd' of the school, or at least my grade, even though I'm a Hufflepuff. Not that it bothers me, I like being the nerd, but sometimes I want to be known as someone other than "that Hufflepuff nerd". I'm not necessarily picked on, but imp just ignored. Everyone knows my name, and my face, but I'm just not always acknowledged. I assume it's either because of my looks, grades, or my inability to stand up for myself. For some reason, McGonagall thought I had 'potential as a prefect, and might be in the running for Head Girl'.

"Speaking of prefects, are your patrols only with those in your year?" Clara asked, an innocent smile on her face.

"No... Why?"

"Just Curious. Who're the sixth year Gryffindor prefects?"

"Albus and Devin, obviously. There's no way it wouldn't be theirs." I humored her, almost positive as to where this conversation was going.

"So the possibility of you both being on patrol some night is pretty probable, isn't it?" She urged. I shrugged. "Ah," Clara sighed, "I can see it now. Patrols. Middle of the night, wandering the halls. Alone. Just the two of you. Maybe he'll reach for your hand in the darkness-"

"Look threes Madeline!" I nearly shouted, cutting her off hurriedly. I ran over to our red-headed friend, embracing her as well.

Madeline Kelley was positively beautiful. She had big, blue-green eyes with long black lashes and waist-length wavy auburn hair that accentuated her slight frame. Many people knew her as the most beautiful of our year, maybe even in Hogwarts. Madeline is quite the princess, always proper and fancy, and loves it when she is called that. Despite her popularity, Maddie has a kind heart, and an incredible sense of humor. Always the bookworm, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, and like the rest of her family, her brains mostly stick to the books. Outside of school, Maddie is really an airhead. I always wondered why she, someone so perfect and popular, chose to hang out with me, the acne-ridden nerd.

"I missed you guys!" Madeline said, hugging us both. "I don't see why we don't just get together in the summer. I'm always so LONELY!" she finished dramatically, throwing her arms around us both again. I laughed.

"Maddie, you have four little sisters," Clara explained with a sigh. "Not to mention an older sister too—"

"But those guys are so BORING!" Maddie sighed exasperatedly. Clara continued as if she hadn't heard her.
"—so if anyone has a reason to be lonely, it's me."

I scoffed. "Clara, you have four siblings, all of them in different houses, and you're saying YOU had a boring summer?"

"Well, we all know your summer wasn't boring," Clara shot back. "You have a brother who has hot friends that you see all the time!" she folded her arms, seeming proud of her argument.

"Ooh! Kiara Belle Rambeau! You did not tell me they visited! How long did they stay?"

"Hey! I never said they visited! Nor did Clara! No boys visited my house!

"I should certainly hope not, Kiara," said a new voice. "You are going to get yourself a new reputation."

I whipped around to face Michelle Andrews, my best friend since second year, already in her robes, and covered her in a bear hug, which quickly turned into a group activity. Michelle was my first girl friend. She was a little shorter than I, and had shoulder-length brown hair that hung just above her prefect badge. She was pretty, outgoing, popular, and a Ravenclaw, so I generally stayed away from her. I had always hung around with the guys during my first year, but when I was partnered with her for a long term potions assignment, we became friends quickly. After that I started paying more attention to the girls in my dorm, and them to me, and soon I had found myself a whole new group of friends.

"But anyway," Michelle said, after the excitement had calmed down. "Where there hot boys at your house?" All three of them looked at me eagerly. I rolled my eyes.

"Not for long periods of time. They just flooed over for the day and played quiddich a lot."

"Did you play as well?" Michelle asked, and the other two nodded enthusiastically, waiting for an answer. This was getting ridiculous.

"I think that's an obvious answer, since there are five of them and six are needed for an even game. But it means nothing guys, seriously, it's just Quiddich." I added hastily at Michelle's knowing look and Clara's and Maddie's high five.

"Guys think its sexy when girls can play sports too," Michelle said, grinning wildly.

"Do guys also think its sexy when girls try and fail at anything athletic too?" I asked, mock hope on my face.

"I've actually heard they do, now that I think about it," Clara said, bringing a hand to her face and pretending to stroke a beard. She turned to Maddie, "Do you recall something like that?"

"I actually think I do. It seems to make sense doesn't it? I do believe I also heard our dear Kiara say she saw her "friends" more than once?" Maddie looked to me again, eyes twinkling mischievously. All three girls waited expectantly.

"Fine. Whatever. Yes, I did see him a few times at church activities," I said, frustrated that they had gotten so much out of me. "I'm going to go say goodbye to my family, I'll see you guys on the train, I think." I gave a quick, teasing glare, then turned and ran back in search of my dad. Unlike many pureblood families, ours was religious. Many wizards didn't believe in a higher deity that created us, but my dad, a pureblood, attended a muggle service in Godric's Hollow, the closest town to where we live. There we met the Potters, who started going under the influence of some muggleborn friends they had made. In fact, many more witches and wizards started to attend—probably because Harry Potter was doing it— then kept coming for themselves. Slowly, religion was growing on the magical community (Except for the biased magical families that didn't want to have anything to do with muggles).

"Goodbye Peanut Butter!" Clara shouted across the Platform, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I had friend who now lived in America that listened to silly songs, and she taught me one about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I taught it to my friends—who all thought I was crazy—and they took an entirely different meaning to the words "I'm peanut butter and you are jelly". Now they call me Peanut Butter and Albus, whenever there is someone there who doesn't know about my obsession, is called Jelly. It was completely mad.

Not paying attention to where I was going, and being my clumsy self, I tripped over one of the many pairs of shoes passing by and went crashing to the ground. Muttering a mild swear word, I pushed myself up, brushing off my hands on my pants, and looked up. Right into vivid green eyes.

"Are you okay?" Albus Potter asked in his deep, captivating voice. He looked uncomfortable, and I noticed that he was alone. The rest of his gang, including my brother, were probably already on the train, claiming a compartment.

"Yeah, thanks though. I'm sort of used to falling." I said, brushing off the muggle clothes I still wore.

He chuckled quietly, a deep laugh that made me freeze for a moment-before I caught myself and smiled too, saving myself from looking like an idiot.

"Anyway I was supposed to tell you; make sure you go to the prefect's compartment at the front of the train, and bring the new kid with you."

"The new kid?" I asked curiously, thankful for the opening to a conversation.

"Bill will tell you then." He stopped shuffling his feet and met my eyes. I stopped breathing. "You might want to change into your school robes. Most of the prefects do immediately."

"Thanks," I smiled finally gathering myself. He shrugged, looking at the ground.

"No problem." He started to back away. "See you on the train." He said, back to being shy again, gave a small little wave, and was gone. I had to take another deep breath. Conversations with him never lasted very long. He was shy, and my mind goes blank when I look at him. Maybe that would change with the new prefect arrangement.

Dad was deep in a conversation with Bill and Fleur Weasley, all speaking fluent French. They met on the platform Joseph's first year, and we attracted Mrs. Weasley's attention with our rushed conversations in French. My parents met at a ministry ball that my mother attended in France, where my dad was from. There was a debate after we were born about whether we would go to Beauxbatons or Hogwarts, but eventually the latter was chosen and we studied our French Heritage at home.

Mrs. Weasley saw me first.

"Kiara! Comment allez-vous?" She asked, giving me a hug. Our parents had become pretty close ever since Joseph's first year, especially since Louis Weasley and I were in the same year, and we often spent time together.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley, thanks." I responded, and then upon seeing my dad's stern look at my switch to English, I quickly continued, "comment allez-vous?" How are you?

I heard her respond, but my mind had already wandered elsewhere. That was the beautiful thing about Madame Weasley: she didn't linger on one person. By the time I had come back into the conversation, she was already talking to Dad, and a man who also showed up while I was daydreaming. He had dark brown hair, nearly black, and chocolatey eyes that seemed to twinkle with excitement. He was very tall, just over six feet.

"Kiara, this is Monsieur Rousseau, the Head of the Department of Magical Foreign Exchange. He just transferred to our ministry."

"Pleased to meet you."
I said politely, trying to contain my excitement. Foreign exchange! Does that mean we're going to have a new student?

"Monsieur Rousseau is here with an exchange student who is in your year, and because you are a prefect, the Headmistress would like for you to show him around for the first few days, regardless of where he is sorted." My dad didn't look very comfortable, maybe because he was giving me permission to spend my time getting to know a boy, but he didn't exactly have a choice. Except for—

"What about Louis?" I asked. "Not that I have any problem with it, but Louis is also in my year and he's a guy, so..." I trailed off, genuinely curious. Fleur answered me this time.

"We all know how Louis is..." she stopped, seeming to look for the right word, "well, a young marauder." It was true. Joseph and his friends consisted of most of the Weasleys in that year, plus Albus and Louis. "The Headmistress didn't want the boy to start Hogwarts with detention."

I laughed. That seemed like reason enough.

"Miss Kiara," Monsieur Rosseau said quietly, "I would like you to meet our latest Hogwarts exchange student from Italy, Andreas." He gestured to a boy I hadn't noticed before, which is now hard to believe.

He was incredibly good looking. He had dark brown hair, and a tan skin tone that made his eyes stand out. His eyes were amazing. A very light blue, they had flecks of green that stood out against his darker complexion.

"Hi, I'm Kiara." I said, offering my hand. He shook it, and I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was. Quite muscular, in fact. It was almost intimidating.

"Pleased to meet you, Kiara," he said quietly.

The train's loud whistle sounded. I gave a rushed hug to my dad, then let Mrs. Weasley kiss both my cheeks before gesturing to Andreas and rushing towards the train.

"Your trunk?" I asked, noticing his lack of luggage.

"Already on the train," he confirmed, nodding. That sexy accent was going to drive me insane!

I nodded as well, not entirely sure how to continue this conversation. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Dang, this boy was attractive. 'Albus' I reminded myself. 'You like Albus'. I tried to come up with something to say.

"So, Italy, huh?

"Yeah," he nodded, "I love it there."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Just a brother," he shrugged, but then took a picture out of his pocket. "This is my brother, my mom, and my dad," he pointed to each in the picture a he identified them.

"How long ago was that taken?" I asked. He looked younger in the picture.

"Three years ago, I think." Andreas said, shrugging.

"You look different." That was a dumb thing to say. Of course he looked different, stupid, that was three years ago!

"Yeah. I was a fat kid back then."

I snorted. That was not the blunt answer I had been expecting.

"You know that's not what I meant," I laughed. He raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. "Maybe I meant it a little."

He chuckled, and I turned back to finding the prefect compartment. Albus HAD said it was at the front of the train, hadn't he? Speaking of which...

"You're supposed to come with me to the prefect compartment." I said a little uneasy. "We just have to find it first..."

Andreas nodded, and we kept walking towards the front of the train, which was just beginning to pull out of the station.

Finally (I was starting to get worried), we found the prefects compartment. I was about to step in when I remembered my muggle clothing. I turned to Andreas, who, like me, was not yet in uniform.

"We should probably change into our school robes before going in," I said, gesturing toward the loo that was also located at the front of the train. "I guess most prefects are already dressed."

Fully dressed in school uniform, a Hufflepuff prefect badge on my chest, we snuck into the compartment.

So that's the first chapter! I really hope you enjoyed it…Review! I'll try to update soon!