**This will be a short, and I mean short series. Mainly because I have quite a few stories out and too many idea's floating around in my head. And no where near enough time in the day after work..

*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. I do own my OC.

Chapter 1:

People Never Done A Good Thing.

It was that time of year again. That time that Alya packed her things into her trunk and made her way to the train station. Sighing, she made her way towards her living room, finding her father seated there with the same old tired look she's seen her entire life. "Father? Are you alright?" He smiled at her, his soft brown eyes looking into her black ones. "Just fine dear. All packed and ready to go?"

Alya nodded and bit her lip. "I can stay. If you need the help, I'm sure Dumbledore will understand." He held up his hand, signaling for her to stop. "It's fine. I'll be all right. Let's get you to the station hmm..?" Her father placed his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her slightly before letting her go and gathering her things for her.

At the station, Alya looked at her father with worried filled eyes. "Send me an owl immediately should anything happen. And don't forget to write to me every day ok father?" Patting his chest nervously, she felt, scared to leave him. With a chuckle, he placed his hands over her tiny ones. "Alya, don't worry dove. Just, try to have fun at school alright?" Hesitantly, she nodded, backing away from her father. "Goodbye dear."

Waving, she pulled her trunk onto the train and found an empty compartment. Pressing her head against the window, she felt as something pressed down on her lap. "Meeerw." Big green yellow eyes looked up at her, followed by the sound of purring as she pressed her fingers through wavy black fur. "Good lord Jade, you scared me." The cat curled up into her lap with a satisfied mew as the doors slid open.

"Oh, we thought this compartment was empty." Flashing a smile, she scooted closer to the window as the famous trio stood in the doorway awkwardly. "Sit, I won't bite. In fact, I'll leave if you wish..?" They shook their heads and sat down in the empty seats.

Alya could feel her heart race as she pushed up her glasses and tried to continue as if it were normal. The ride to the school was as it always had been for her. Boring, long and uneventful. During the sorting, she could barely keep her interest. Nothing excited her at this school anymore. She felt bad knowing she'd still have to endure another term after this one.

"I think we can get through this with no problems this year, don't you Jade?" Looking down at her feet, she saw as her cat glanced up at her, as if she were agreeing. "We just have to stay under the radar, like the last few years here." Alya went up the long corridor alone, hoping no one noticed that she had decided to skip the last half of the great welcoming feast. Instead, she wanted to go up to her room and read. All she wanted was this year to pass so that she could get back to her father. Back to being invisible and alone.

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"Run Georgie! She looks furious!" Fred and George took off down the long hallway as Angela chased after them. Green goo dripping from her hair, and staining her red and gold robes. Just as he was about to turn the corner, Fred ran into something soft, knocking it back a few feet. "Oi!" Looking down, he found a girl. Her big doe like black orbs looked up at him from behind oversized black rimmed glasses. Her long black wavy hair fell around her in a mess and he could see the tips were dyed green. Her smooth brown skin flushed the longer he stared at her, moving his gaze down to her soft pouty red stained lips.

"The least you could do is apologize you oaf!" She brushed herself off and Fred glanced behind him to make sure Angela wasn't close by. He reached out, helping her to her feet, taking in how petite she was compared to him. His eyes traveled further down and he could feel his ears get red as the girl before him cleared her throat. "Staring isn't very polite."

She was clearly agitated. "You're an exquisite creature you know. Those glasses are very becoming of a fish." What was this girls name? He had seen her around plenty of times, she was even in his house, but her name, always escaped him. "Oh don't flatter me Fred. That would be your title, seeing as no one has figured out what you really are. I think Dumbledore himself is trying to find out."

George chuckled and threw an arm over his brother. "Alya, good to see you still have some spark." Alya looked at them with narrowed eyes and gathered her books. "Keep your beast on a tighter leash George. I really do want to go through this year with no mishaps." She glared at Fred once more before walking away, clutching her books to her chest.

"Alya Daerwen! That's right! I completely forgot that girls name." He put his hand to his chin. "Now that I remember, why haven't we played any good jokes on her?" George sighed and shook his head. "Because that particular girl's father works in the Ministry of Magic. Upsetting her, will get our father fired." Fred groaned and glanced at his brother. "Oh yeah. Well, I think we should change that a bit." Before George could protest, Fred took off after her.

When he lost his brother, Fred found Alya reading a book under a tree in the courtyard with a cat in her lap. "Well this says that wolfsbane is made from a flower or weed watered with werewolf tears. Like they could ever get a werewolf to cry." She giggled to herself as she patted the cat in her lap. "Talking to yourself are we?"

Alya's eyes snapped up at him and instantly narrowed. Fred couldn't help but stare at the way she sort of puffed herself up, much like the cat in her lap. "What I do when I feel that I'm alone is between my cat and I." Fred chuckled and leaned against a tree. "If your cat is with you, are you truly alone?" Hearing a growl, Fred backed away as green eyes looked at him. "Tell that mangy feline to calm down. I'm only kidding."

He held his hands up in a defensive pose and Alya got to her feet. "She does as she pleases." Reaching down, she pulled her cat into her arms and draped her over her shoulders. "And she's not mangy, you incorrigible .." She stopped when Fred's amused eyes stayed focused on her. "You're kind of cute when you're flustered." Jade hissed as Alya began to walk away, Fred following closely behind her.

"Why are you so feisty? I haven't done anything wrong to you." Alya didn't turn to look at him as she made her way into the school. "You disturb my sense of peace." Fred stopped as she stood at the library entrance. "If peace is what you want, then why are you a Gryffindor?" She turned to him, and he could see it. For a moment, her eyes sparked, as if she were proving herself. "Because it's where I belong."

He let her walk in and left her alone. She certainly did have an air about her. Instead of finding a way to get her back, he decided to look for his twin. Finding George in the great hall, he sat beside him, taking out his quill and parchment. "What did you do to her Fred?" Fred chuckled and shook his head. "I, 'disturb her peace.' What kind of a Gryffindor is she? She seems more like a helpless hufflepuff instead."

They laughed amongst each other and Fred let out a sigh. "Uh oh, that's not very good." George nudged him and gave him a narrowed eyed glance. "What was that sigh for? You don't fancy the girl do ya?" Fred laughed and shook his head. "Bloody hell! I'd rather lick Hermione's dingy cat Crookshanks than fancy that girl. She looks like a fish!"

George eyed him for a second before turning back to his plans. "Who looks like a fish?" They both turned to find Neville eyeing them both. "A girl in our year. Alya. Do you know her?" He nodded and gave a slight smile. "She's quite sweet. She helped me gather all my papers in the hall one morning when Malfoy knocked my things out of my hand. Didn't care that she would be late for class."

After that was said, he dropped his smile. "She doesn't look like a fish." He walked off without another word and both brothers looked at each other with brows raised. "Ok, so she has ONE Gryffindor quality." George chuckled to himself and they both turned back to their work. Fred sighed, more softly to himself as he thought back on the girl.

Her eyes, they hid something. He couldn't quite place what it was though. Was it fear? Determination? Loathing? Keeping his own eyes focused on the parchment before him, he knew he couldn't concentrate. Her large doe eyes were burned into his memory. And he was going to find out what she was hiding. No matter what.

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During dinner, Fred watched the way Alya seemed to keep to herself. She didn't lift her head to speak to anyone around her. Instead, she ate and kept her nose in a book. Much like Granger. When Alya did look up, her gaze seemed to be fixated on the stars above her. Though the ceiling was enchanted, it brought a smile to her red tinted lips. It was something she loved. Something beyond her reach.

When she finished eating, she quietly slipped away. Without looking up, she kept her wand close to her book as she made her way back to the tower. "You know, you're very quiet." Her head snapped to the voice behind her and found Fred a few steps behind her. "And you're a stalker." Closing her book, she held it to her chest as she sped up her pace.

"Don't be so flattered Miss. I was just making my way to my room. Seeing as we're in the same house, I have to follow you." Alya kept a straight face as the blood rushed to her cheeks. There was a moment of silence that passed between them. Fred didn't know what to say, and Alya only wanted to get away from her embarrassment.

"What kind of book is that?" Fumbling with the book in her arms, she glanced down. "It's a complicated book really. It was my mothers. She.. She wrote it." When he heard her voice catch in her throat, he regretted asking her. "Why are you so suddenly interested in me Fred?" Her curious eyes glanced at him as he started walking beside her.

"What makes you think I'm interested?" It came out harsher than he intended, and he could see that it hurt her. Alya turned her gaze back towards the ground as they rounded the corner and crossed into another hall. "Good. This won't faze me." Without another word, she whipped out her wand and pointed it at him. Fred didn't hear her utter a word as his body froze and fell to the ground.

He looked up into her eyes as she leaned down and moved her bangs from her face. "Don't underestimate my silence for weakness. This is a warning for you Fred Weasley. I'm no good. Keep your nose, and your curiosity away from me." Calmly, she got back to her feet and sighed. "The spell will wear off soon."

Unable to move his body, he heard as her footsteps got further and further away. Seconds turned into minutes, as he slowly gained the ability to move. He sat with his back against the wall, fuming. She knew they would bump into each other sooner rather than later and still she cursed him?!

"Oi! What are you doing over there Fred?" Looking up, he found Ron standing there, a bit of food still in his hands. "Nothing. Just, ran into a slight dilemma. Help me up." Ron got Fred to his feet and slowly made their way back to the tower with the others. "Who did this? Malfoy?"

Upon walking in, Fred found Alya sitting on the couch next to the fire, reading a book with her cat curled up in her lap. Her eyes never left the pages as she continued to read. "I didn't catch their face." He lied perfectly as they sat him down. Alya's black eyes looked up as she got to her feet. Silently, she walked away, and up to her room.

Hermione's face looked a little distracted. "I wanted to ask her something.." Fred raised a brow and moved closer to her. "You know her?" Hermione nodded with a slight frown. "A little. She's a master at silent magic. Brilliant really. They say she inherited it from her mother. She's a pretty strong witch." She trailed off as she took a step towards the girls dorm. "I'll talk to you later."

Fred looked at the remaining students in the room and then turned to his brother. "What do you know about her?" Ron spread out in a sheepish smile. "She's very pretty. Really quiet though. Doesn't her dad work at the ministry?" George butt in and put his arm around Fred. "You'd be wise to ignore her. Everyone here has done it." Fred gave them a smug grin and shrugged his twins arm off of his shoulder. "I'm not one to do as I'm told sir." Winking, he made his way to his own bed.

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Alya waited until everyone was asleep to sneak into the common room. She gripped her wand in front of her as she stood in front of the fireplace. The fire blazed brightly as she took a few steps back. "I wonder.." She fell back into the couch as she opened her mother's book.

As she looked at the words in front of her, her mind wondered. Without thinking, she began flicking her wand above her head. "BOO!" Instead of screaming like a normal girl would, she rolled to the floor and pointed her wand at the person who scared her. Fred stood there, his hands up in a slightly defensive pose. "You must have a death wish."

Dropping her hand, she narrowed her eyes. "Why are you at every corner?" Fred crossed his arms and looked at her. "I don't know." They stood there, staring at each other, unable to speak. Alya felt her heart racing in her chest as her eyes locked with his. Forest green. That was the color of his eyes. The light from the fire danced around his face, and made them glow.

Subconsciously, she licked her lips, wanting to get closer to his face to examine it further. She wanted to count the freckles on his face. She wanted to calculate the inner workings of his mind. That's what Alya did. She studied. She watched. She listened. She learned. "What are you staring at?" Her gaze hardened and Fred instantly noticed that.

Endless. Black eyes. They went from being soft and kind to hard and evil. Uninviting. Cold. "None of your business Fred." Just as she made to push her way past him, he took her arm. "You know, this means war right?" Her hair fanned around her as she turned to look at him. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Fred gave her his famous Weasley smirk and let her go. "That stunt in the hallway sealed your fate. You were just under our watch. Now you've made me notice you. I'd be very wary if I were you." Alya let out this lighthearted laugh that sent chills down his spine. "Trust me Fred. You should be wary of me. I'm not the kind of girl that takes your pranks lightly."

Her cold glare stayed fixated on him as he spoke. "Why are you so defensive?" He didn't mean to say it out loud, but it sort of slipped out. "Maybe because, people never done a good thing." She tilted her head to the side. It was the line from a muggle song she heard a while back. Fred stood there confused. "That, makes no sense."

Alya rolled her eyes and began making her way back to her room. "Life wasn't intended to make sense. Good night." She disappeared up the spiral steps and Fred heard as her door closed. Looking back on the couch, he found her book seated comfortably on the cushions. A smile found its way back on his lips. "She's right. People, never do a good thing."

**I'm getting back in the groove of things. Please review, and I'll make the next chapter longer.. Promise!