A/n: This is my first fanfiction I've made... for the Harry Potter Series. I hope it'll make sense to you.

Setting is from Book 1. This is the side of the other students in Hogwarts untold stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the Lovely J.K. Rowling.

"What Images Come To Your Mind

When You Are Asked About Your Childhood?"

Percival, July 1991

"Mummy!" An eleven year old brunette quickly made her way towards her mother, dragging her poor sister along the way. They had been playing around their room, painting and sketching on their drawing pads. The older one, Colette, was trying to create a masterpiece, in order for their father to be proud of her; while the other, Jeanne, was simply making a huge mess on herself with the colour red dripping on her ankles and knees. She pretended to be a zombie, or something that they've heard from their grandmother from their mother's side; when an owl landed on the open window.

"What is it, sweetie?" Her mother, Eloise DeCourt , asked as she placed the book she had been reading on the table beside her. She wasn't surprised at how her little daughter looked, though, she had to clean her up, yet again.

The brunette's small hands waved towards her mother, a letter at hand. Her mother widens her eyes as she quickly called out, "Leonardo! Get in here!"

"Loi, I'm quite busy with work..." A dark haired male in his near forties dressed in his robes, as he stumbled into the living room. He paused as his eyes spotted the letter at the hands of his daughter. "...Hogwarts."

Eloise squealed as she nodded and reached for the letter. The letter was indeed from Hogwarts, from Headmaster Dumbledore. She read it to them and smiled widely at the thought of her little munchkins would be running around in Hogwarts. She passed the note towards her husband and hugged the red-coloured girl. "Oh, how I'm so excited to see you in robes!"

"Robes?" Jeanne asked as she tilted her head to the side, the paint had dried off on her. She really didn't understand what was happening, but she had heard of the magical school that her parents had attended.

Colette tilted her head to the side as she observed her sister and parents. They've always told their stories in Hogwarts and how it was a fun place to be in. Nevertheless, she was frightened by the fact that she had to study somewhere far away from home. "W—what if I don't want to go to Hogwarts?"

SILENCE.

"What are you talking about, m'dear? That's madness!" Leonardo gasped as he quickly knelt down to his daughter, who seemed to reject the invitation to Hogwarts. "You'll have an extraordinary time there! The library there is quite big, and you'd practice your magic more often than here in Muggle London."

"Your father's right, Let. You'd enjoy studying in Hogwarts." Eloise smiled softly as she held little Jeanne's hand. She didn't seem to worry about leaving home, but she was quite worried about her older sister. She had never seen her frighten by the idea of studying in Hogwarts.

Colette simply sighed as she shook her head, making her way back to her room. Jeanne noticed this and pulled away her hand and run towards her sister. "Lettie!"

Colette stopped in the middle of the stairs and raised her eyebrow at her. She extended her hand, a soft smile appeared on her lips. She had always have a soft side for her dearest sister.

"Lettie, why won't you give Hogwarts a chance? After all, I'll be there with you all the way!" Jeanne promised as she grabbed Colette's hand and shook it lightly. "Pretty please, sis?"

She glanced towards her parents then back to Jeanne.

"You're lucky that I love you."

Dear Diary,

Jeanne and I received a letter today. It was from Hogwarts. I admit, I was scared of attending—still am actually. Though, how can I say no to my little sister? She's everything to me, and I wouldn't want her to face problems or be bullied while she's there; then again, this was Jeanne, we're talking about. She'll be fine without me.

But how about me?

I have to go now, till next time Ry.

Colette

Diagon Alley, August 1991

COLETTE

After apparating to Diagon Alley, my parents quickly guided us around. Jeanne was excited, of course. She had dreamt of this day ever since she was just five. I glanced at the shops, not sure of what I want. Surely enough, my parents would handle all the things required to buy. I bit my bottom lip as I strolled down the streets.

I must have not been looking when I accidentally bumped into a red-haired boy. He seemed to be at the exact same age as I was. I blushed lightly, I was shy around new people. "S—sorry about that."

"Oh, that's alright, mate." He smiled happily, my blushing face didn't seem to faze him. I nodded and was about to turn away, when I heard a voice shouting a name.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

The boy in front of me flinched as an angered woman came and glared at him, hard. "Where have YOU been? I've been looking for you in ages! You shouldn't just run off without telling anybody, young man! Worried sick, have I been!"

"Ooh~Icky Ronniekins!" a taller ginger followed up to his supposed mother, and an identical one happened to entered the scene as well. "We finally found you."

There's too many gingers here... I thought. I've never really liked roaming around the wizardly world; I prefer to live among the muggles. They're hardly any trouble, and I could easily avoided them and they can't hex me into oblivion for it.

"You guys are embarrassing me." 'Ronald' muttered as he flushed completely red like his hair colour. I suppose the woman was his mother; she turned to me and smiled softly. Her anger was completely gone from sight as she placed her hand to her heart.

"Goodness me, I'm so sorry if my sudden outburst scared you, m'dear." She spoke calmly. She seemed nice, well... towards me that is. Ronald glanced from his mother and back to me, bewildered.

"O-oh no! It's nothing really." I tried to deny the fact that she scared me even just a little. I was about to ask who they were when my father seemed to answer it.

"Molly! It's so good to see you again." I saw him strolling towards us with a black handbag on his hand, probably my school supplies. "I see you've met my eldest daughter, Colette."

Molly smiled cheerfully as she had laid eyes on my father; maybe they've been schoolmates? "Leo! What a surprise!" She beamed, "Oh, is this really Colette? The shy princess of yours?"

I blushed. "That's right, it's Lettie."

"Lettie?" Ronald narrowed his blue eyes towards me, and I wonder why he looked like he's trying to figure out something. "I've known a Lettie since I was four, and a Jen or something..."

"It's Jeanne!" I exclaimed, realizing who the blasted ginger was. Ron. "You're the twat that keeps on messing up our names since we were children!"

"So you're Lettie who's stuck up and nearly hexed me when I only touched Jen's hair..." Ron sighed; I growled as my father placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Now, now. There's no need to fight." He spoke softly as he reached for my hand and tipped his hat towards Molly and her children. "I'm sorry to have cut our meeting short, but my dearest daughter had to get a wand."

He dragged me away before I could protest; he waved goodbye towards the family of gingers and towards Olivander's to pick out my wand. I entered the shop, inspecting the place. It seemed to be...in a mess. Papers were everywhere, and a drawer was definitely not on its proper place. "...wow."

"Hello, Percival! Just moments ago, you wouldn't believe who was in here!" Olivander smiled as he came out behind a shelf full of boxes.

"I've heard who is attending Hogwarts from Dumbledore. I think it's wise if we don't speak of him." My father replied sternly. Who was he talking about?

Olivander turned to me and nodded. "Oh, of course. Now then, let's pick out your wand!"

JEANNE

"Where's Lettie and Daddy?" I asked carefully as I looked up to my mother. It's almost been an hour since I had last seen her older sister and I was getting worried. She should have been with me all day, but she had to go to the bookstore to check out some weird books.

"They're just probably around somewhere, Jea. You'll see Lettie, later." Mum replied as she glanced at me and tighten her grip on my hand. Maybe she's just worried that I might run off like Lettie.

"Eloise? Is that you?"

I turned to see a blonde woman holding her son next to her side. She looked really familiar, and I wonder where I have seen her before.

"Narcissa? Oh my, it is you!" Mum seemed to be delighted to see her. Narcissa? Oh! Now I remember.

I smiled happily as I waved to the small blonde, "Hiya Dracow!"

Draco growled as he glared hard at me, not really loving the fact that I'm here. I've bullied him throughout our childhood; even though, my sister would scold me for doing so. Seriously, I would have guessed that Lettie has a crush on him, but she's supposed to be betrothed to Blaise Zabini. I giggled as I knew it would piss him off further.

"I see little Jeanne is off to Hogwarts as well. Would Colette be off too?" Narcissa's eyes twinkle in delight as she waved at me. I smiled sweetly, pretending that I actually cared about her. Draco's face perked up at the mention of Lettie.

"Yes, Lettie's coming with me." I answered for Mum. "She's going to protect me from some meanies who would hurt me."

"Nonsense, dearie. No one would hurt a pure-blood." She glanced towards my mum and nodded. I noticed that my mother's eyes darken a bit before she returned the nod.

"Narcissa's right, Jea. No one would dare hurt us."

I hope she's right.

"Where do you think they'll be sorted?" My mum asked softly, trying to make a civil conversation through the think atmosphere.

"Surely, Draco would be in Slytherin." Draco smirked proudly as he stood up tall, causing me to roll my eyes back.

"I think Jeanne would be in Slytherin too, but for Colette..." My mum paused as she smiled, "... she'll be in Ravenclaw like her father."

"Of course she would." Narcissa tried her best to smile for the news, though I could see she's slightly disappointed by the fact that Colette might be separated from me.

...separated from me.

The thought made my eyes widen and sting, tears were dangerously off to slide down my rosy cheeks. I haven't thought about the possibility of being in different houses with her. It'll be impossible for me to be with her always, if she'll be put in a different house.

She can't be separated from me. SHE CAN'T! I growled to myself as I glared hard at Draco, for absolutely nothing. He seemed to shudder away and hide behind his mother.

"She'll be in Slytherin. I just know it." I spoke confidently, trying my best to smile. My mother seemed to have notice my sadness, when she pulled me closer to her side.

Narcissa nodded towards me, smiling. "I'm sure you three will all be together, Jeanne."

And I'll make sure of it.

R&R