Hey kiddies! I'm back! I'm so sorry it took so long, but I've currently been busy with school and theatre. Junior year (6th year) is killing me! I've had this chapter mostly written for a while now but I've finally got it finished! I really hope you like it! It's a bit longer than the other chapters so far, but it is also very (and I mean very) filler. The better part of the plot will start around year three, which will be about five chapters from now. I really hope you can all forgive me for the ridiculously long wait and I pray I'll never have to make you wait this long again! I hope you all have an incredible Easter, by the way!

IKhandoZatman: My parents and several of my friends are Gryffindor. My sisters are both Ravenclaw, so it kind of makes me the odd duck, but Gryffindor is not cliche. It's part of you! :D I'm glad you liked the chapter and I hope you enjoy this one.

IncurableEmoGirl: I'm so glad you like the fanfic! I would love to start writing one shots. Maybe you have some ideas for my first one? Slytherin... cunning and ambitious! Very nice! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'm sorry it took so long.

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Chapter 4- Year One: First Semester

I walk to class with Cedric at my side. He is smiling at me as he is showing me the best way to the Great Hall. "I'm really glad you are a Hufflepuff, Haylee."

I nod and let an enthusiastic smile. "I'm glad I'm a Hufflepuff, too."

Cedric bumps me in the side with his body and gives me a cheeky grin. I give him a look and he shrugs. "What?"

I roll my eyes. "Nothing."

He keeps on persisting. "What, Haylee?"

I start to smile again, but it disappears. "Well would you look who it is." Zaine appeared out of nowhere and eyed me like I was piece of meat. "So, you're in Hufflepuff are you?"

I nod and open my mouth. "If I'm wearing yellow robes I reckon it's a bit obvious-"

"Pure blood?" he interjects.

I don't understand what that has to do with anything, but I respond. "Yes but-"

His smile is growing larger still. "Play Quidditch?"

Of course I do! Growing up with all boys until Ginny came along forced me into any sports that they wanted to play. "Yes I-"

He looks the hungriest I have ever seen him. I pull my arms closer to me, my books pressed against my chest. I feel Cedric putting his hand on my shoulder, a slight comfort. Zaine licks his lips. "Wow, you are one hell of a girl."

I nod and turn to Cedric, who is trying to get me into the Great Hall. "This has been fun and all, but-"

We step away but Zaine grabs my wrist. "Come on, you can't spare just a few minutes?"

Cedric forces him to relinquish my wrist with a sharp look. We are finally able to get to the hall for dinner. "Creep," I mutter under my breath. Cedric nods.

He had a guilty look spread across his features. "I'm sorry; I didn't want to interject. You seemed to be handling it well and I-"

"It's fine." I nudge him, trying to get the playful and light atmosphere we had minutes ago back. He doesn't nudge me back.

"I promise next time I'll keep him away."

"Cedric! It's okay!" I'm feeling lighter and guilty look Cedric has is causing a giggle to escape my lips. "Come on, let's hurry up! I'm starving."

It doesn't take long for Cedric to become as happy as I was. I don't want to linger on the negatives. I want to remain happy like this.

Dinner went by quickly. The Great Hall was filled with people laughing and cheering. Loud seventh years were testing their luck and going against teachers. A Gryffindor seventh year was the one who started the food fight. Cedric and I got a head start in getting under the table. George made his way to our table, a huge grin on his face. "There is going to be a food fight. Get under the table to avoid it." His smile was huge as he spoke to me. His brown eyes were sparkling with mischief.

I nod. "We'll do that." Fred ran back to George from the direction of Ravenclaw.

"I was giving Jasmine a heads up. She'll be upset if she gets food on her robes," he explained to George.

I give him a sideways smile. "Who is Jasmine?"

He gives me the same smile I give him, just as much teasing in his tone as I gave him. "First year we met on the train. Now duck!"

The Gryffindors were all ducking under their table as the seventh year boy threw food at the Slytherin table. To my pleasure (though I did feel a little bad for being happy) the food hit Zaine in the back of the head. In retaliation he threw food back at the direction but missed. The squeal I heard behind us made me realize a Ravenclaw girl got hit. Soon it was war. Everyone was either joining in the fight (like Fred and George) or hiding under tables (like Cedric and myself). The battle finished with a wave of Dumbledore's wand. When Cedric and I raised out of our hiding spot, I was afraid of seeing an angry Dumbledore. Instead, there was a twinkle in his blue eyes and an expression of mock anger on his face. Snape was the one who looked furious. His robes were covered in food, more than any of the other teachers. "Who is responsible for this?"

No one said anything. The Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's looked at the floor, the Slytherin looked extremely pissed off and the Gryffindor holding a smug look. After a couple moments of silence a blonde boy from the Gryffindor table stood up. "I'm sorry, Dumbledore, but I started the food fight. I thought it would be a great way to end the last first day feast us seventh years will ever have and would give great memories to everyone else.

This was the moment I discovered Dumbledore was nothing like I expected him to be. I expected the boy to get detention. Instead, "Right you were, Andrew! This feast is unforgettable! It is also a fantastic transition into announcements. First of all, future food fights will not be forgiven," Dumbledore started.

I listened intently to the words that came out of Dumbledore's mouth, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I turned to Cedric but his eyes were on Dumbledore. I did a quick look around and saw no one at our table was watching me. I decided to ignore the feeling, for now. After the feast, Cedric led me to the Hufflepuff common room, showing me which barrel to tap with my wand and how to tap it, warning me that if I messed up vinegar would be dumped on my head. He said it always happens at least once a year to a first year who messes up. The prefect didn't teach us this yesterday and I'm glad to have Cedric here to teach me the ropes.

In Herbology we are paired up with Ravenclaw. I'm sitting at an empty table looking for a partner, since I don't know anyone in my year very well. I see the girl Fred and George were talking to at the train station. I wave her over to me, seeing as she doesn't have a partner. "We can pair together, if you'd like."

She nods her head. "I'm Jasmine Toranto."

I smile. "Haylee Bark."

The rest of the class I'm showing her the different colors of petals each of the different species of plants have and the different ways to plant each one in their pot. Jasmine tells me what she read in her text book when she was studying and what each different plant was used for. Many of them had amazing potion qualities. Throughout the lesson I noticed most Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's avoided one another. I'm not really sure why that is, but I knew Jasmine and I were going to be best friends.

When there was potions class the next day Jasmine and I sat together once again. I was horrible at potions. It seemed like it should be as simple as cooking, but I'm not too terribly talented in that field either. Jasmine, on the other hand, was putting the different ingredients together and making the potion correctly. When Professor Snape wasn't looking she would switch our cauldrons and make my potion for me, after we decided I was no good at this. Jasmine tried to explain to me it was as simple as making a cake, an activity her and her muggle parents did constantly. I had to explain to her I had never baked a cake before in my life. My mum always cooked with magic.

In Care of Magical Creatures however, I proved to be extraordinary. I was able to calm down the wildest of animals and when doing demonstrations the professor would usually choose me to come up and help her with the creature. I had to help Jasmine in this class because she had a talent for getting the creatures to chase her, and sometimes even pull her hair. "I don't know how you do it, Haylee," she says one day as I am helping her get rid of a usually docile pixie that had been pulling her hair.

I shrug. "I guess it's like making a cake for me." We both laughed.

Every week I would send letters home with BB. According to the responses, Duchess wasn't making nearly as many trips home. Kendall wasn't send as many letters. It got to the point that I would sneak over to the Gryffindor table at lunch on Thursdays and asked if there was anything he wanted me to say to Mom and Dad. I offered to do the same thing for Fred and George, but Percy was sending letters every other day, though his weren't to say hi, really, but more to report on the twin's behavior. I sent letters to my home every Friday and Sunday morning I would have a reply. BB would get a good workout with me, because I would always let Jasmine borrow him as well. Tuesday BB would fly of to Jasmine's home and return Thursday with a letter for her. Friday BB would be sent out again, after being pampered with all sorts of treats the two girls had managed to convince Cedric to buy with their galleons when he went to Hogsmede. "What does BB stand for, Haylee?" Jasmine asked one day.

"Butterbeer, of course!" We, Jasmine, Cedric, Fred, George, Kendall and I, were sitting outside on the grass on a particularly warm November Saturday. Fred, George and Kendall were skipping rocks on the smooth surface of the lake while Jasmine, Cedric and I flipped through book pages and doodled on pieces of scroll.

"Butterbeer? What is that?"

I looked at the girl in complete shock and Cedric was laughing. "You've neve had butterbeer?" he asked her. Jasmine shook her head. "Well, Jasmine Toranto, when I go to Hogsmede next weekend, expect a mug to make its way back here."

Cedric and Kendall came back with six mugs of butterbeer for us after their Hogsmede trip the next weekend. Fred, George and I had been running around the castle in excited anticipation, while Jasmine watched us with a grin on her face. When she tried the drink she understood our excitement and said that butterbeer was her new favorite drink by far, even better than tea and Pepsi.

When Christmas came we all decided we would go home to spend the holiday with our family, but Jasmine and I promised to exchange gifts the minute we got back to Hogwarts. Christmas was a loud affair this year, with my family and the Weasly's being crammed into the tiny living room in the burrow. The Diggory's weren't there, and though I was saddened by Cedric's absence, I was slightly relieved because Fred, George, Kendall, Ron and myself were having to sit underneath the tree with the presents. The pine needles were poking the back of my neck and I was extremely uncomfortable. "You alright, Haylee?" George asked me when I was rubbing my neck.

"Yeah, but all these pine needles and poking me and making me rather uncomfortable."

George laughed and sat crisscross, patting his lap motioning for me to sit in it. "You sure?" I asked.

He laughed, once again. "Of course! It's Christmas, You don't need to be getting poked by pine needles."

"You aren't getting poked?"

He shook his head. "No way! I'm not directly under the tree like you were. Come here." When I didn't move once again, George grabbed my wrist and dragged me over, physically placing me in his lap. "There! Now we're both happy. You aren't getting poked by pine needles and I have an additional blanket!"

I swatted him on the arm for the blanket comment, but I was really appreciative. George was incredibly nice.

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