A/N: Ok, so here's my newest idea for a fanfic. Although I'm sure he got a lot of attention after the seventh book, I feel that a certain character has not been explored enough, and we know just enough about him to write a story, but enough is left unsaid and unexplained that we can do what we want with that story!! Slightly AU. But how much of HP fanfiction isn't?
This Disclaimer is for the entire story. I am not going to do one every chapter: Let it be known that I, Immortalli (and my real self, too), do not own ANYTHING related to Harry Potter, excepting a copy of the seventh book in the series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I do not in any way have part in the copyright or trademark of Harry Potter. I am not selling this story for profit nor taking any credit away from J.K. Rowling. The only thing that belongs to me of this entire story is the plot and the OCs. I bid you good day.
Forbidden Love at First Sight?
"C'mon, Celestia! We're gonna go see if Bruce can touch the Whomping Willow! He says he's already done it but I don't believe him. I said to him, 'If you did it once, you can do it again.' And he said-"
"Emily!" Celestia Ravesca cut through her friend's incessant chatter. "I don't want to see Bruce get himself landed in the hospital wing and a detention at the same time again! I told you, I'm going to go find a place where I can draw quietly!" Her friend let out an exhasperated sigh.
"But Celest, you're always drawing! Why can't you come hang out with us just this once? I mean, what would it hurt? Plus, I've already bet Bruce five Sickles he can't make it to the trunk, and I bet he'd let you get in on the betting, too. I mean, you know he's not going to make it, so it's safe money. If you just say-"
"Emily!" Celestia cut her friend off for a second time. "I have told you a hundred times today! I'm not going to sneak down to the kitchens with you, I'm not going to help you hunt for the 'Room of Requisit', or whatever it is you're always talking about, I'm not going to tail James Potter and his crew with you, I'm not going to help you study, and I'm most certainly not going to watch Bruce get beat up by a tree that we're not supposed to go near, anyway! I am going to do what I've been trying to do for over a week! I'm going to go find a nice, quiet place to draw!" Her friend blinked, her eyes wide with shock. It was one of the few times that Celestia said more in one sentence than Emily, and one of the few times she got mad at her friend.
"Sorry, Celest. I'll just go with Sabrina. I didn't mean to make you angry." Celestia heaved a great sigh.
"I'm sorry too, Em. I shouldn't have shouted. I just really need to find a place to relax." Emily nodded.
"I understand. See you at dinner!" Emily left the dormitory, probably on her way to find Sabrina. Celestia began gathering her art supplies. Then, sketchpad and art case in hand, she left the dormitory where a few of her roommates were still gossiping happily away. She went down into the common room and found to her dismay that the Charm Club members were there in heated discussion. Besides, she didn't feel like drawing bookcases and she already had three sketches of the statue. So she crossed the room and left, shutting the door and its eagle knocker behind her. She descended the long staircase to the lower floor. Once down, she glanced out a window and decided that she wanted to draw outdoors things today. She left through the front doors and began exploring the grounds. She decided to sit by the lake. It was always a good spot for inspiration. But Potter and Snape seemed to be dueling it out again. She sighed. Not only did they create a lot of noise, but there was always the off chance of getting his by a misaimed spell. She sighed. Where to go, what with her best spot taken?
She roamed the grounds, desprately searching for somewhere that wasn't noisy. But it seemed like the whole of Hogwarts had turned out onto the grounds today. Everywhere she went there were people shouting, running, and basically being as noisy as they could possibly be. In desperation she turned to the Quidditch pitch. Maybe it would be deserted. Maybe... but no. The Slytherin team was practicing. She watched for a minute and realized that they were mostly quiet. Even when they did speak, the noise didn't carry very well the the stands. So she mounted the steps and settled herself in a seat. She even had a decent view of the grounds from here. She saw the giant squid raise a tentecale out of the water and immediately began sketching while the image was still fresh in her mind. If this sketch turned out well, she could even color it. It would be wonderful to capture how the sun had shone on the droplets as the fell off the squid's arm... a minute later, she realized people were watching her. She looked up and found the entire Slytherin Quidditch team hovering at the edge of the stands, only four or five rows away from her. Their captain was at the front.
"Hello?" She said tentitavely. She realized half of them were frowning.
"What are you doing here?" Asked the captain, glaring at her.
"I'm just drawing. It was the quietest place I could find."
"What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw."
"We don't like people from other houses spying on our practice sessions."
"But I'm not spying! I really just wanted to draw! I'm not bothering you, why can't I just sit here in peace?"
One of the Chasers, a girl with brown hair in a long ponytail, sneered at her. "We booked the pitch for today. Now run along, before we make you." Celestia straightened up, a look of defiance on her face.
"I've got just as much a right to be here as you. I'm not bothering you, and I'm not trying to stop or hinder you from using the pitch. So leave me alone! You've got no right to kick me out." The captain looked like he was about to retaliate, but their Seeker, a boy who looked about her own age with dark hair and eyes, spoke up.
"Just let her stay. It's not like she's taking notes for the Gryffindors, and we're wasting practice time." There captain looked torn. Obviously he wanted to make her leave, but he also didn't seem to want to go through the trouble or didn't want to waste practice time. Finally he swerved his broom halfway around.
"Fine. You're lucky Black here is so charitable. But don't you do anything that interupts our practice, or we will make you leave. By any means necessary." He swung his broom around until he wasn't facing her, then took off back to the field. The rest of the team followed him. Only the Seeker stayed behind for a moment.
"I know how hard it is to find a good place to draw. Hope you have good inspiration." Then he swerved his broom around and also headed back to the field. She watched him go. Black... Sirius Black's little brother? She vaguely remebered his name from her sorting. R... Re... Regius? Remus? No, that was Potter's friend. What was his name? She didn't know. But she would find out.
She returned to her dormitory later that day. She passed Bruce in the common room, His arm bandaged up and sporting a black eye.
"What day's your detention for?"
"Next Saturday." She shook her head and continued on into the dormitory. Emily was there, tucking five Sickles into her money pouch.
"Hey, Celest. Did you get any good pictures?"
"Just this one. Everywhere was too crowded to stay very long." She showed her the drawing of the giant squid's tentecale and the lake. She'd hurridly finished it just before she left for the castle.
"Wow. It's good. You gonna color it?"
"Maybe." Celestia stowed her art stuff and followed her friend down to dinner. She did not tell Emily that hidden behind the squid drawing there were five pictures of the Slytherin Seeker flying.
Later that night when she'd got into bed, she lay awake thinking. How could a crush have sprung up this quickly? It was true that he wasn't as handsome as his brother, but she thought he had his own kind of good looks. What would her family say if they knew she liked a Slytherin? They probably wouldn't be too happy about it. She knew her friends would give her a hard time. How to explain that he was different? She didn't even know if he really was. He had just been kind to her, and that was more than any Slytherin had done for her so far. Plus he drew. She lay awake all night, wondering. But mostly just thinking about him. She'd pointed him out in passing at dinner to Emily, referring to him as "Sirius's brother" and inquiring to his name. Now she whispered it to herself in the dark.
"Regulus."
A/N: So, I wasn't sure how far apart Sirius and Regulus are, so I'm making Regulus and Celstia fourth year and Sirius and them sixth year. I hoped you liked it! Obviously it's a little AU, but it won't be terribly off. I think. Anyway, please review! I'll try to update again soon. I'm off school and I don't have a job (yet) so I should be able to update decently. Again, please review. They help a lot. Well, see you next chapter!