A/N: I'm back! This time with something Harry Potter related. So, a little background. I actually came up with this idea back when I had first read HPGoF and we were first introduced to Veelas. This was conceived WAY before TCC was released. Also, disregard the epilogue. Harry, Ron and Hermione all come back for their 7th year. Sirius doesn't die because that was stupid. Neither does Fred, because I can't do that to George. Tonks and Remus lived and still have Teddy. Also, Snape was saved instead of dying. Why? Because this is my story and if you don't like it you don't have to read it that's why.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and my OC. I do not write this for money, only to get the idea out of my head so I can focus on other things. All things Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling who I swear is Hermione Granger in disguise.
The beginning of school isn't something most children look forward to, even If they can perform magic. Celeste was no exception. Having to change schools in the middle of her schooling wasn't going to help matters. At least at her old school everyone knew. She knew who all the bullies were and what their forms of punishment were. But then, that was the plus side of a new school; no one knew who she was. They could get to know her before they made judgments based on where she came from.
She breathed in and out a few times, her eyes closed. When she felt like she'd calmed her heart sufficiently, she opened them and looked up at the train that would take her to the next stage in her life. Her only companion on this journey was her silver pet rat, Moonbeam, and he was happily snoozing away in her pocket, oblivious to the inner turmoil of his owner. She was glad Headmistress McGonagall had made a slight exception to the rules and allowed her to bring him. He was the only family she really had left.
Celeste hauled her trunk up onto the Hogwarts Express and traversed down the narrow corridor for a few minutes before finding an empty compartment and stowing her trunk. She settled down by the window, taking Moonbeam from her pocket and petting him idly, making up her mind that this year, her sixth, would not be the same as the previous five.
She watched, a bit jealous, as the other students said goodbye to their loving families and boarded the train. She was alone for all of ten minutes when the door to her small haven slid open and a curly haired brunette greeted her.
"Oh hello! Mind if my friends and I share your compartment? Everywhere else is full to capacity! I told Ronald we should leave early…"
"It's fine," Celeste said, cutting off the girl's rambling, "I don't mind sharing."
The girl grinned at her then leaned back out the doorway to call to her friends. The next person to enter the compartment had her stomach dropping to her shoes.
"Hullo," said the boy, who only spared her a glance before stowing his and his two friends' trunks and settling into the seats around her.
The girl looked at him, exasperated. "Could you be anymore rude? Honestly!" she turned to Celeste and held out her hand. "I'm Hermione. And the two idiots with me are Harry and Ron. And you?"
Celeste had been completely frozen since the moment she saw the scar on Harry's scalp. She'd never seen pictures of him and his friends but she knew who they were and she knew the telltale mark of the boy who lived; everyone did. The fact that her father gave him that scar and the irony of her meeting him was not lost on her.
Celeste Riddle was sharing a compartment with the Golden Trio. This was not going to end well.