Hi there. I am going through a Harry Potter mad phase just now which has sparked me to start yet another story (I know, I'm crazy but don't worry I'll still be working on my other fics.) This story is primarily focused on Oliver Wood's daughter. Enjoy.

Slouching down in the back seat I squeezed my eyes shut as my Dad slammed on the breaks yet again. Around us horns blared, if I listened hard enough I was sure I would hear the foul mouthed language I had come to recognise as swearing over the past summer. My Dad was an awful driver.

"We're going to be late," my Mum's voice was frantic as she swept a loose strand of hair from her eyes, "If you make Susanna late for her last year, I will personally kill you Oliver." And there she went with the death threats, it never got old. My Dad simply rolled his eyes as he rounded the corner sharply. I clutched at the door frantically.

"Have you remembered everything?" My Mum's mud brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned to face me from the front seat. Taking my bottom lip between my teeth I bit down, hard. My palms began to sweat.

"Of course," I murmured trying desperately to keep my face neutral. All I had to do was survive my last year. My wand felt almost foreign between my fingers, it had lay unused on my bedside table for several weeks, I hadn't missed it at all. Simple was all I wanted. I didn't want to be a freak of nature, I just wasn't cut out for it which had been demonstrated during my several years at Hogwarts.

"I never really got to do much in my last year," I watched as my Dad's hand reached out to clutch my Mum's, "but I hear all the parties are great. Maybe you'll even get a boyfriend." I sighed. My Dad caught my eyes in the mirror, I smiled at his narrowed eyes and crooked shaped nose. Without words I tried to entice him into turning the car around and going home where I could finally be my own person. He dropped his eyes.

"Well my last year was the best," my Dad smiled in remembrance as he pulled in at the entrance to the station, "If there's something you want you have to go for it." Around us muggles hurried frantically through the entrance, most of them talking frantically into their mobiles or texting. I had always wanted my own phone. But first I needed friends to phone.

"Get out," my Mum sounded breathless as her eyes flickered up and down my dishevelled features on last time, "We cant get a parking space. You know the way, and your father has an interview-"

"Don't be stupid. We'll go with her."

"It's fine," I whispered my heart feeling heavy in my chest, "I know the way. I'll miss you both." The warm sun grazed my bare skin as I stumbled from the car pulling my trunk along behind me. Behind me my parents insistent chatter carried on as I slammed the door. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.

As I walked through the front door I thought of how easy it would be to get on another train and escape. Nobody would ever see me disappear amongst the crowd. Glancing up at the departures board I felt a sense of longing fill me as I glanced at the several destinations. Oxford. Glasgow. Edinburgh. Cornwall. Even Paris. It would never work. I ducked my head as I thought about the sparkle in my Mum's eyes, the smile that would light up her face when I finally graduated. Then I could leave the wizarding world behind me for good.

"Susanna?" Swirling around I assessed the small woman in front of me. Her bright red hair was almost as wild as mine and her familiar smile seemed to glare me in the face. Just perfect. I definitely no longer had a chance of escaping.

"What are you doing? The train leaves in less than five minutes." Ginny Weasely didn't pause for breath as she tugged me gently in the direction of platform nine and three quarters.

"I-I just got distracted," I mumbled uselessly as she continued to drag me through the crowded station, her stern gaze making muggles part before us.

"James forgot his badge," she blundered, "He gets made captain of the Quittidch team, so what does he do? Flashes his badge around so much that he loses it down the back of the seat. No wonder with Harry's driving though." She shook her head frantically from side to side. I wondered if all wizards were incapable of driving a muggle car.

"James got made captain?" I blurted without thinking. It made sense of course, he was the teams star seeker just like his Dad had been years previously.

"Didn't you know?" Ginny's pace quickened as we neared the platform, "I was sure Harry had mentioned something to your Dad. And all my brothers have been boasting about their 'star nephew'. But you're not on the team, are you?""No," I frowned, "I'm not."

It wasn't because I wasn't a decent flyer, I was. It was out of principle. Of course that was what everyone had expected me to do, the fact that a 'Wood' didn't play Quidditch was almost scandalous. People often protested that it was in my blood. James Potter had harassed me during my third year asking me why I never tried out, he annoyed the hell out of me. Just the thought of being in the spotlight, of hundreds of eyes watching me, waiting for me to fail just made me feel nauseous. I did not deal well with unnecessary attention.

Squaring my shoulder I breathed in the smoky fumes of King's cross as I forced myself to walk into the on coming wall. A familiar tingle ran down the length of my spine before I exited on the other side, Ginny's hand still firmly grasping mine.

"Go," she pushed me in the direction of the train, "It will be leaving in seconds. I'll take care of your trunk. Just make sure to give James this." She pressed the shiny badge into my hand. Without conscious thought I ran towards the train, I hurtled through the doorway as the last whistle blew. I had made it, whether I had wanted to or not.

Small first years shot me curious looks as I leant against the wall gasping for breath. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the nearby window. I looked wild. My knotted brown hair was splayed around me, the curls looking unruly and mad as always. The brown eyes which I had inherited from my Mum seemed to small in comparison to my wide face and my crooked nose looked like someone had hit it with a bludger as with Dad. I sighed again.

"Wasn't sure if you'd come back this year." Looking up, I fought back a groan. I had only been on the train five seconds and already Scorpius Malfoy was on my case. Around us the first years watched on in fascination as he narrowed his eyes and stood way too close for comfort. Ever since I had turned him into a frog by mistake in our fourth year he had made it his personal challenge to make my life hell.

"Why wouldn't I come back?" I muttered. Just because I secretly wanted to jump out of the train and go back home didn't mean that I would ever admit it to a Malfoy. My Dad had always told me to stand up for myself, especially in front on Slytherins. He told me that they would latch onto any weakness they could find within you and then exploit at the worst possible moment.

"Well, do you really have many friends. Do you Wood?" He was right, I didn't. Mostly, I kept to myself. It was easier that way, then people wouldn't realise how much of a freak I truly was. Clutching James' badge in my hand I thought of how different my life could have been if I had let the sorting hat put me in Hufflepuff like it had wanted to or if I had went to the Quidditch tryouts in my third year when James had pestered me instead of hiding in the common room. I had nobody to blame but myself for my isolation.

"Just let me by Scorpius." He narrowed his eyes at me as I took a cautious step forwards. First years peered into the corridor from the safety of their carriages. Their laughter filled the entire train and it saddened me that within hours people they thought of as friends would become enemies when they got sorted into different houses. A lump got stuck in my throat.

"Scor?" Speak of the devil and she will appear. I watched as Alyssa Patil flung her arm casually around Scorpius's neck. Her short black hair was jagged at the ends and just skimmed the bottom of her chin. The black eyeliner that she had taken to wearing over the Summer created an almost crazy spark in her eyes. Our families had been friends since the war. We had played together in my garden, we had laughed together in my bedroom. However, after the sorting hat labelled us as different we had barely shared a word. I wasn't surprised when she turned to Scorpius instead of me.

"What is taking you so long?" She tilted her head up to look at him and I wondered briefly whether she was aware of the obvious way that her eyelashes were fluttering. Her infatuation with him had been obvious from first year and I wondered yet again why he continued to push her away. They were both cunning liars. It seemed like a match made in heaven to me.

"I ran into an old friend," he grinned in answer to her question as he looked me up and down, "I thought about pushing her off the train but then I realised her torture would be much slower and painful if she actually made it to Hogwarts." I winced. He had no idea just how right he was.

"Scor," Alyssa tutted as she tugged on his robes, "Don't use up all of your witty remarks on the way to school. Save it for later." I lowered my eyes to the ground. She had saved me from another snide remark, whether she realised it or not.

"Besides," she muttered casually as she pulled him away from me, "She's not worth your time. And, you're missing our plan to sneak into Hogsmeade at the weekend…" Her voice trailed off as they walked further and further away. I fought the urge to sink down to the ground and hug my knees to my chest. It wasn't like I had any friends waiting for me in a carriage. I tried to remember the breathing techniques that my Dad had shown me over the Summer, the ones he had always used before a big match. It didn't help much.

"Hey. Are you alright?" I looked up to see Remus Longbottom staring down at me as if I was part of some circus act. James was beside him as always, a smirk painted upon his face. The metal of his Captain badge cut into my skin as I clenched my hand tighter into a fist. He didn't deserve the title that my Dad had once had. He was an arrogant ass.

"You look like you cant remember how to breath," I shuffled backwards as James pretended to knock on my head, "Oh wait. Or maybe all of the air is just inside there."

"Coming from the guy who failed transfiguration," I muttered under my breath. Remus let out a whistle as he elbowed James in the ribs.

"She does have a point," Remus pointed out while James glared at me. If looks could kill I was almost certain that I was would be lying on the floor in a heap in that moment.

"At least I only failed one subject," he hissed, "I heard my Mum saying that little Miss Susanna was bottom in every class."

I stayed silent. I was almost bottom in every class. At least, I never failed anything. Gnawing on my bottom lip I wondered how he knew that, even my parent didn't realise the true extent of how badly I had done in my O.W.L's or pre-NEWTS.

"You've never even been good at anything, have you?" James titled his head to the side as if he was assessing me, I could feel my cheeks burning red under his scrutiny, "You weren't even a good kisser from what I remember."

"Shut up," I murmured quietly while Remus shook with laughter beside him. I tried to remember a time when James and I had shared a slice of chocolate cake or the time that we had both fought over a kid's broomstick. It seemed like an age ago. It was an age ago. Hogwarts had changed everyone, and not for the better. Including me.

"In fact," he continued, "I'm pretty sure you ran away and then y-you fell in the mud, didn't you?" He was laughing so hard that his words would not come out. I detested James Potter.

I saw red. I didn't think as I chucked his stupid, shiny badge at his head before stamping forcefully on his foot.

"Shut up," I yelled, "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

Turning around, I pushed past them both as I tried to remember the damn toilets were on the train. Useless tears sparkled at the corners of my eyes.

"Susanna," I heard James call from behind me.

I didn't turn around. Instead, I mentally prepared myself for another hellish year at Hogwarts. I couldn't wait to leave.

Thoughts?