Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot, the OC's you will be introduced to throughout the book, and on occasion Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasley because they're just so hot. All known characters, that are not OC's belong to the wonderful woman J.K Rowling.

nymphxdora - I changed this chapter, and put in more thoughts for you!

Savannah Chambers, or Sav as her friends liked to call her was a typical Gryffindor student. She was courageous, but feared for her friends. She was brave, yet she was scared of losing someone she cared about. She was honest, but she had to lie once to get out of trouble for when she was caught eating the cookies her mother had just finished baking when she was six. She was the outside Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and she was on her way to being selected by a professional team. The one thing standing in her way? Oliver Wood.

Now, Sav had always admired Oliver. If it wasn't for his good looks, then it was for his Quidditch Skills. If it wasn't for his Quidditch skills, then it was for his skills as a wizard. If it wasn't for his skills as a wizard, it would be for his good looks. So on, so forth, you know how it goes. But maybe to make it a little bit easier for you, we should take it back to the start.

June 02, 1989 – SAV'S P.O.V

I looked at the letter that was lying on the bench with all the other mail my brother had thrown carelessly to the side. It was addressed to me, but I was utterly, and completely confused. I never got mail.

Miss S. Chambers

16 Elizabeth Drive

Delvordo

Kensington

I flipped over the seal to see something very strange. It looked like a H, inside some type of badge, but it was divided up into four quarters. One had a bird of sorts, maybe an eagle, or a raven. Another had a badger, beaver or an otter? I wasn't sure. Another had a snake. The last one stood out to me the most though. A lion standing on its hind legs, as it roared into the background. But what was all this about? I had no clue. I opened the letter carefully with shaking hands.

Dear Miss Savannah Chambers,

It is with great delight that I inform you of your acceptance to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We look forward to welcoming you to our school at the beginning of term (1st of September), and watching you achieve great things. We await your owl with your response no later than the 31st of July.

Yours expectantly,

Minerva McGonagall

(Deputy Headmistress)

Ummm… What? I was a witch? I placed the letter down on the table, and sat down on the barstool next to the kitchen counter. I took a deep breathe, and placed my head in my hands. No, there could be no way that I was a witch. Magic wasn't real, magic didn't exist. There was no such thing as "Hogwarts" and this was all a practical joke for pranking Christian the other day. There was absolutely, absolutely… My thoughts trailed off as I saw my mother's most cherished china vase hover off the ground. I blinked once, expecting it to go back to sitting on the coffee table, but it didn't. I blinked again, but opened my eyes again when I heard an incredibly loud smash. There, lying on the floor was my mother's vase. She was going to kill me.

I heard the garage door close, which meant my parents were home. I spun the stool around to the doorway which led into the hallway connecting to the garage, and felt a worried and scared look come onto my face. My parents came in smiling and laughing like they always did, and immediately knew something was wrong. My mother looked to the broken shards of her vase lying on the ground, and I braced myself for the lecture I was sure to be getting. But nope. Quite the opposite actually.

"Savannah?" My mother asked gently. "What is it?" I said nothing, but I spun around and grabbed the Hogwarts letter, spun back around, and practically shoved it in her face.

"Is this a joke?" I asked. But clearly it wasn't as both my mother and father shared worried looks. I looked to both of them, and snapped instantaneously. "What's going on!?" I practically yelled.

"Savannah, you must understand. We didn't tell you because we were trying to protect you." My father pulled out a long stick. I eyed it warily. "But I don't think we can do that anymore." He finished. He pointed the stick in the middle of air and whispered something. But what scared me the most, was bird flying out of the tip of the stick. I stumbled off the stool, and then crawled backwards.

"Savannah. There is a world out there, which is different from the world you know. Full of magical creatures that you thought were mythical. There are people out there, like you. Your father and I, your brother, we're all magical, and so are you." She finished. I looked at her, and then at my father, who nodded gently.

There was a sudden gentle tapping on the window. My dad walked over to it, and opened it slowly. That's when a mouse brown barn owl with something in its beak jumped onto the sill. My dad took the envelope out of its beak, and gave it a treat, before it jumped off the sill, and took off into the sky.

My dad ripped the envelope open, and took out a piece of paper.

"It's Savannah's school list." He looked up. "That's if, she wants to go." He nodded at me.

I looked down and closed my eyes. The darkness behind my eyelids was suddenly filled with colour, as I started to see something. A boy. People flying on broomsticks. A castle. A candlestick. An old man wearing funny looking clothes. I opened my eyes, and looked at them.

"I want to go." I whispered. They both started to smile, and dragged me to the garage. We were going to some place called "Diagon Alley".

My mum and dad brought me into the freaky place called, "The Leaky Cauldron". I was surrounded by people I didn't know, but Mum and Dad seemed to know them all.

"Molly! Arthur!" My dad cried. A man and woman turned around, with their flaming red hair, and their kind faces, I knew for sure they were friends of my parents.

"Daniel! Bel! What a delightful surprise! Are you going into Diagon Alley as well?" Arthur asked, as Molly tried to gather up two young children, and two twins who looked to be around my age.

"Of course! Molly, Arthur, this is our youngest, Savannah. Savannah, this is Arthur and Molly Weasley." My father introduced me, the man, and the woman who had finally finished rounding up the children.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I smiled, as I nodded politely.

"No need for formalities deary. These are our four youngest children. This is Ginny," she pointed to a young girl with the same flaming red hair that was cut in a short bob style, "Ron," this time she pointed to a boy who was about a year older than the girl, who had the same flaming red hair. I looked around curiously, and noticed that the all had the same red hair. I smiled politely to the boy, and the young girl. "These are the twins, Fred," she pointed to one, "and this is George." Molly finished, with another finger pointed over the other twin.

"I'm George!" The one that was 'Fred' cried. The other one nodded in agreement.

"And I'm Fred! Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?" He asked, with a joking tone to his voice. A giggle escaped my mouth, but I clasped my lips together to avoid getting in trouble.

"Sorry Fred, George." Molly breathed out an apology she must have had to say around a million times.

"Just call us Gred," the one I thought was Fred started, "and Forge!" The one I thought was George finished. I giggled again and smiled at them both.

"I'll keep that in mind thanks. I'm Savannah." I introduced myself, as it was only polite, and stuck my hand out for them to shake. The one I thought was Fred ignored it and pulled me in for a hug instead. I was surprised, but hugged back all the same. Then it was George's turn, but then again I didn't know for sure.

"Are you starting Hogwarts this year as well?" The one I thought was Fred asked.

"Yeah, I am! I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor! What about you guys?" I asked, as we started to walk to Madame Malkins.

"Us too! Every Weasley that has ever gone to Hogwarts has been sorted into Gryffindor! Our parents were in Gryffindor, than it was our brother's Bill, Charlie and Percy, but Charlie and Percy are the only ones still there. Are you going for a position for Quidditch next year?" George or Fred asked.

"How many of you are there?" I asked in complete and utter shock. But then I looked between the two twins, and to be honest it was making my head hurt. Before they could answer, I held a hand out to stop them from saying anything. "Hang on." I told them to stop, as I placed one of my hands in the air, in some sort of stopping motion. The one I thought was Fred had his mouth open in a silent answer.

I pulled out my red lipstick, which my older brother's girlfriend had given me a few months ago. I put some on my lips and looked towards them.

"Which one of you is Fred?" I asked, as I looked at them. They both had bewildered looks on their faces, and to be honest I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't so serious.

"I am?" The one who had his mouth closed breathed out, with a questionable tone. I walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, to steady myself, as I had to stand on my tip-toes just to reach his shoulder. I was short, leave me alone. I placed a light, chaste kiss on his cheek, which left a mark of red. I pulled back, to see George's mouth still agape, but this time with disbelief. Fred's cheeks were a brilliant shade of strawberry red.

"There! Now I can tell which twins you are!" I smirked happily, but George looked crest-fallen.

"So he gets a kiss on the cheek and what do I get?" He asked sadly. I pulled out a tissue and wiped the red lipstick of my lips, before again resting my hand on George's shoulder, and standing on my tip-toes. I placed a kiss on his cheek as well, and pulled back. His cheeks were also a brilliant shade of strawberry red.

"Does that even the odds?" I asked, laughing at the puppy-love looks they both had on their faces.

"Yep." They both sighed. I turned to hear a new voice enter the scene.

"Yo Oliver! Catch!" A large, brown ball, flew through the air, right toward George's face. I launched in front of him and caught it with an inch to spare. I spun around on my feet to face the boy that was running toward me.

"Wow, nice reflexes you have there." He breathed, in a heavy Scottish accent, which to be honest, only made him even hotter. Before I get carried away, I'm going to at least explain the guy that has already captured my heart. He was taller than me, around the same height as Fred and George. He had brown hair that wasn't too short or too long, but his fringe fell loosely on his forehead, and he had some bits spiked up. But what caught my attention the most was his eyes. A heavenly dark brown, that reminded me of melted chocolate, and to be honest, I thought I was going to melt right then and there.

"Ah, thanks." I whispered. He looked at me strangely, with his hands outstretched, and it took me a while to realise he was waiting for the ball.

"Sorry about you having to catch it. I'm usually really good when it comes to catching the quaffle, but my friend, Josh, threw it too high. Are you alright?" He asked. I was halfway to La, La Land. His accent was thick, but it only made him so much hotter.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I whispered again, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was standing in front of this fine specimen.

"Oliver Wood." He introduced himself as he held out a hand for me to shake. I took it in mine and shook it gently. His hand felt rough, but it wasn't bad, more like a good kind of rough.

"Sav, just Sav. This is Fred," I started as I pointed to the twin with the red lipstick all over his cheek. "And his twin George." I finished.

"Nice to meet you all. Do you go to Hogwarts? If you do, you should probably try out for Chaser or Keeper. I think you would do well." He asked, as he complimented my reflexes once again.

"We're actually starting our first year in September." Fred chose this moment to speak up, and save me from embarrassing myself even further.

"Well, that's a shame." Oliver sighed, as he tried, and failed, to look discretely in my direction.

"Oliver! Come on!" I heard a cry, and looked to see three boys and two girls, gathered around in a circle. Oliver turned to them.

"I'll be there in a second!" He cried back. He turned to Fred, George and I.

"Well it was nice to meet you, Fred, George and Sav. I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor, so we could talk more about Quidditch!" He exclaimed. Just as he was about to turn away I opened my mouth.

"Oliver?" I asked. He turned around with a bright smile.

"Yeah Sav?" He asked.

"What's Quidditch?" I asked. His smile dropped off his face at my question, and he spluttered in absolute disbelief.

"You don't know what Quidditch is?" He asked, petrified.

"No, I'm afraid not." I answered, as I bit my bottom lip, like I usually did when I was confused, nervous, or upset.

"You definitely need to get sorted into Gryffindor!" He yelled.

"Why?" I yelled back, actually curious about what his answer would be.

"I can't have a pretty girl like you not know anything about Quidditch, now can I?" He asked with a grin. I blushed deeply at his comment, and fiddled with a stray piece of my blonde hair that came loose from its braid.

"See you around Sav!" He cried, as he raced back to his impatient friends, and started up another game of, "Catch".

"Yeah, you too." I whispered, but I knew he wouldn't hear me. But as it so happens, I forgot the twins were standing there. Can anyone say, "oops"?

"Looks like our little Savy-Pie has a thing for a Gryffindor who she just met! Whatever are we going to do Fred!?" George asked, as he mocked disbelief and worry.

"Well, I don't know George! We'll have to lock her in a castle and throw away the key!" Fred cried just as dramatically. I shoved them both, but laughed along with them, as we went back to our parents, and Fred and George's rowdy siblings.

"There you are Savannah. Where were you?" My father asked, almost in a scolding way.

"We were talking over there Daddy, everything's ok." I whispered, as I wrapped my arms around his waist in a comforting gesture.

"What is on your cheek George?" Molly asked, as she tried to wipe away the now smeared red lipstick. I felt my body shake with laughter.

"I had to mark them! They were making my head hurt! That's Fred Mrs Weasley!" I laughed. Molly sighed, with an, "I'm sorry Fred", as everyone around me laughed as well. My parents shook hands with Molly and Arthur, and Fred and George pulled me in for one last hug.

"Bye! I'll see you on the train!" I cried, as I turned around after my parents, and with one last final wave, I started to leave my new friends. I walked slowly behind my parents, and beside the group that Oliver had run back to join. I caught his eye, and threw a small smile and a wave in his direction, which he returned, and then went back to his game.

I had a feeling that it was going to be a good year.

The first of September had finally come around, and to be honest, I didn't know what I was feeling at that current moment. I felt excited, nervous, terrified, happy and free all at the same time. I honestly don't know how I could be feeling all of this at once, but I knew for certain that I didn't want it to change. I was excited because I was going to Hogwarts, which my parents had taught me about in the short weeks leading up to this moment. I was nervous, because I had no idea what I was doing. What if I made a fool of myself? What if I set a teacher on fire? What if I accidentally hurt someone really badly?! I was terrified, because I didn't know what house I would get sorted into. What if I got sorted into Slytherin? Would the twins still want to be my friends? Would Oliver still talk to me? I was happy because I got to see them again. The twins and Oliver I mean. I was free from all the nervous anticipation, but I just couldn't wait to see what the castle looked like!

My parents and I had just made our way onto Platform 9 at Kings Cross Station. I was pushing my trolley, while my parents were behind me. I looked at the big, brick wall between platforms 9 and 10, and ran straight at it. I closed my eyes, expecting to collide straight into it, but all I heard was a soft 'whooshing' sound. I opened my eyes to see a huge, red steam train. The Hogwarts Express. I took a deep breathe in and then breathed out to calm the excitement of my nerves. Nope. Not working.

"SAV!" Two very familiar voices called out over the roaring crowd. I whipped my head around, only to be tackled into a hug, and two very wet, very loud kisses, to be placed on each of my cheeks. But that didn't stop the grin that started to adorn my face.

"Fred! George!" I cried, as I threw my left arm around who I thought was Fred, and my right around who I thought was George. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my red lipstick. One of them sighed, and pointed his finger to his cheek.

"It's George's turn today. Fred had it last time." The one that sighed with his finger pointed to his cheek, looked absolutely crest-fallen.

"Oh man!" Fred sighed. I put the red lipstick on and placed my hand on George's shoulder to keep myself steady, got up on my tip-toes and placed a light, chaste kiss to his cheek. He sighed in appreciation. I wiped the rest of it off, and then stood on my tip-toes and gave Fred a kiss to. I quickly recognised Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny walking toward us, but there were two other male figures that I didn't recognise.

"Hello deary. How are you?" Molly asked, as she pulled me into a gentle hug.

"I'm well Molly, and you?" I asked, as I returned the hug that I immediately loved.

"Not so bad. I see you've marked Fred again." She sighed. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a grin, but thought about poor Mrs Weasley.

"Nope, it was George's turn to be marked." I replied with a giggle. Fred threw his arm over my shoulder, as we turned to the five people that had approached our group. One I recognised as Mr Weasley, two others as Ginny and Ron. The other two, I had no idea.

"Sav, these are our brothers, Percy and Charlie." Fred introduced me to his two older brothers.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Savannah, but you can call me Sav." I introduced myself as Charlie eyed the arm that was slung casually over my shoulder.

"Nice to meet the girl that has captured my brother's attention for so long." The one I knew as Charlie said teasingly. I simply blushed and looked down.

"Come on Sav, let's go and get a seat!" George cried, as his hand circled around my wrist and started to drag me in the direction of the train. I laughed and looked back at my parents.

"Hang on Georgie." I said loudly, as I turned back to my parents. I ran to them and jumped into my dad's waiting arms, as he spun me around in the air.

"We love you Savannah. Have fun at Hogwarts, and remember, whatever house you get sorted in, we will be proud of you no matter what." My mum whispered in my ear.

"I love you too guys. Say hello to Christian for me." I dropped a kiss on both their cheeks and raced back to Fred and George.

"All aboard!" The conductor cried. Fred, George and I walked through the train, hoping to find an empty compartment. I wasn't watching where I was going, which was probably a stupid move and bumped in to someone.

"Easy there Sav, don't want you getting hurt on your first day do we?" I knew that voice. I looked up to see the chocolate brown eyes that had never left my mind since Diagon Alley, and the smile that made him ten times hotter, or was it a hundred?

"Hey Oliver." I greeted with a small smile. Yeah, go me! "Sorry, I didn't see you there." I finished, as I ordered myself not to look like a cherry tomato.

"It's no worries at all Sav. Just be careful. There are a fair few bullies on this train, just watch yourself. Ok?" He warned, as he rubbed my upper arms up and down in a comforting gesture.

"Will do Oliver. Thanks for the warning." I smiled at him, and was about to bid him goodbye when I heard George call my name from somewhere down the corridor.

"Come on Sav!" George yelled.

"Coming!" I cried back. I turned to say goodbye to Oliver, but he was already gone.

I made my way into the compartment, and sat down next to Fred, as I took the window seat, and looked out to the emerald green hills that continuously rolled past the windows.

I sighed and looked to Fred and George, as they played a game I was introduced to by my parents, called "exploding snap".

"This year is going to be a good year." I thought to myself. Little did I know, it was going to be a very interesting year indeed.

Hi everyone! So this is my second or third Harry Potter fanfic that I have had the pleasure to write, and I hope you all enjoy it and leave a nice little review for me to see! I respect constructive criticism, and I try to answer to all reviews or questions you might have, so feel free to ask away! However, my updating will be a little slack, as I am preparing myself for my TAFE courses and that will be taking up most of my time as well as work, but that will not stop me from updating every two weeks. Or at least, close to it.

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