Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Chastity Jackson, Chelsey Manson, Echo Quinton, and Faith Manson. Any of the storyline that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.

Chastity POV

I woke up at five o'clock in the morning. Yawning, I got up to take a shower. I slept, but my sleep was restless and I didn't sleep well. The warm water eased my muscles and woke me up some more. I changed into jeans, a My Chemical Romance shirt, leather boots, and a black cotton jacket. Sneaking down the stairs, I made myself a cup of coffee. I left the rest of it on the counter for my uncle to have. We were to leave at ten. I went back up to my room to grab my trunk and owl, Hadley. She chirped softly as I picked up her cage. I eased my trunk into my uncle's car and sat in the back with Hadley. In about five minutes, at ten exactly, my uncle walked out in a suit. He was the CEO of his company in the muggle world.

"Alright brat. I'm going to drop you off and then leave. You'd better not disappoint me. The consequences will be great if you do." he snapped, starting the car.

"Yes, sir." I mumbled.

"What? Speak up child!"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

We got to King's Cross Station and I hopped out of the car with my trunk and owl. I got a luggage trolley and put my trunk on it. Running through the barrier, I made it to the other side onto Platform 9 3/4. The scarlet train was there in all its beauty. I dragged my trunk onto the train and found a compartment. Sitting by the window, I pulled out one of my books. It was The Replacement by Brenna Yovanoff. I really liked it. Mackie was an outcast. Just like me.

"CJ!" I looked up.

My three friends were standing in the doorway of the compartment.

"Hey!" I stood up and hugged them all in turn.

First was Echo. She befriended me on the train to Hogwarts my first year. We became friends instantly. We were both outcasts. She and the twins knew everything about my uncle. She had honey blonde hair and green eyes. She was thin and had a petite stature. She wasn't really athletic, but she loved to read and write.

Next came the twins. Chelsey and Faith. They were actually in their third year. We had convinced McGonagall to let them switch into our room because their previous roommates were absolutely horrible to them. I'm surprised we managed to convince her. They were both scarily quiet. They were really shy and rarely talked unless spoken to. They were orphans. Echo's mum had brought them into their family as foster children. It was just the twins, Echo, and her mom in the house. They both had long, layered, black hair with side bangs that swept to the right and clear blue eyes with gold speckles. They were both made for sports. Most of the time, we'd sneak out to the Forbidden Forest to a clearing we found to play football. Or soccer to Americans. We all liked Quidditch, but the twins were afraid of heights, and I was so clumsy.

We usually played a small game every Friday night. Or we'd just go and hang out in the clearing. When it got cold, we all just stayed up in the dorm to gossip and talk.

All three of them were so much prettier than my ribcage length auburn hair, muddy brown eyes, and small stature. I was very self conscious and usually hid my face with my hair.

I hugged Echo and then moved onto Chelsey and Faith. They made themselves comfortable in the compartment and the talk began.

"So how was your summer CJ?" Echo asked.

"It was alright. He's not any better, but not any worse either." I replied, "How was yours?"

"It was nice. We just hung out and messed around. You know that you're welcome over whenever right? My mom loves you. She would gladly let you stay over."

"Yeah. I know. Thank you."

"What book are you reading now?" Faith quietly questioned.

"The Replacement by Brenna Yovanoff."

"I love that book!" Echo grinned.

"I do too."

We continued to make small talk the rest of the way to Hogwarts. All of us were in the House of Gryffindor.

"I wonder how many first years we'll get this year?" Chelsey mused as we made our way to the carriages.

"No idea."

All of us could see the Thestrals pulling the carriages. I saw my parents die. The twins their mum, and Echo her dad. We were just a band of misfits. We made it to the Great Hall and sat down on the far end where the first years would join us. The small children made their way to the front with McGonagall in the front. I zoned out her usual speech and thought about the year. It was going to be different. Our OWLs were this year. Food appeared in front of us and I just took some mashed potatoes. I wasn't really hungry. Faith and Chelsey gave me a disapproving look.

"At least I'm eating." I muttered.

I finished up my food and got up to leave.

"I'm gonna go to our dormitory. I'll see you guys up there."

I left the Great Hall and headed up to the Gryffindor common room. My robes billowed around me as I slipped up the steps.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.

"Caput Draconis." a voice from behind me answered.

I looked behind me and tensed when I saw who it was.

Oliver Wood, Quidditch team captain. I never hung out with him because he was one of the popular people. He never gave me the time of day.

"Thanks." I mumbled, slipping into the Tower.

"Hey, wait! Are you CJ?" he asked.

I turned to look at him, "Why do you want to know?"

"Are you?"

"Yes. I am."

"I'm-"

"Oliver Wood. I know. What do you want?"

"I was told that you're particularly good with Transfiguration work."

"Maybe. Why do you want to know?"

"I also happen to know that Charms isn't your strong suit. Look, I'm in no way, shape, or form good at Transfiguration. I'm proposing to help you with Charms if you'll help me with Transfiguration."

"The great, mighty, Oliver Wood not good at something?"

"Yeah, yeah. So, what do you say? Will you help me?"

"Alright. Fine. Only because I'm rubbish with Charms work and none of my friends are spectacular at it either."

"Splendid. I'll set up a time with you later. Thanks."

"Yeah. Sure."

I turned away and went up to my dorm. After I had changed into my pajamas, I fell onto my bed with a sigh.

Oliver Wood just talked to me. Oliver Wood, of all people.

I never dwelled on relationships. It was the fact that he was one of the more popular people. I was in bliss. Maybe this year would turn out different.