I can't believe it's the last chapter. I'm going to cry, you guys are amazing, I love you all, all of you, I love you, I love you, I love you! Sorry for the late update; I was upstate HORSEBACK RIDING!

Annnnnnnnnnnnd now I'm going to write this chapter and run off to cry.

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"We're here," I noted softly, staring out the glass. Theo pulled his bags up onto his shoulder. I hoisted my suitcases up.

"Yeah," Theo stared out the window and I caught what he as looking at: spindly impatient woman. "Home sweet home. So Father didn't come. Not surprising; he's not very popular with society. The only thing keeping him from Azkaban is the Ministry." From his tone, he didn't particularly sound like he liked his father.

Resting my chin against the small, thin sill of the window, I frowned. "Why do they support him?"

"Cowards, they are," Theo muttered, slumping. It was obvious he had nothing looking forward to him in the summer. "Father is rich on money, and he has a lot of connections. The Ministry has only feebly managed to do a few measly ten-minute raids to prove their image, but they're too scared to do anything else. Pretty much like Lucius Malfoy."

I turned my head to look at him, curiously. "Your parents don't like muggleborns, do they?"

Theo shook his head. "They like them about as much as You-Know-Who does. Better go; if I'm caught with you, I'll be in bigger trouble."

I bet so. They don't sound very friendly. Dropping my suitcases, I gave Theo a quick hug. "Stay alive, okay?" I grinned. Theo returned the humored grin and gently pulled away.

"See you next year, " he opened the compartment door and flicked his eyes around to make sure nobody was watching. Satisfied, he flicked his hand up in a wave and dashed out.

I blinked. After a moment, I walked out to find Hermione, Harry, and Ron. The hall was cramped with rushing students running to go home. Someone caught me by the arms.

"What do we have here?" Blaise Zambini cocked an eyebrow and grinned. I frowned.

"It's not polite to stare; though I can understand why you'd stare…and maybe even where." Blaise raised both eyebrows and gave my arms a little squeeze.

Gross. I didn't even know this guy.

"Let go of me; you'll get mudblood germs." I replied evenly, and without waiting for an answer, shrugged free and walked away.

"Aw, don't be like that, Charleston." He called. I kept walking, the hall emptying. "We didn't mean what we said."

What a way to tell a lie. I turned around. "Like hell you didn't. Go away, Blaise."

He likes you.

You're a bad matchmaker. Stop or I'll ship something even more disgusting.

Try me.

So many to pick from…Mcgonagall? Oh, I know, how about Flitwick? Oh, I know, Crabbe and Goyle. They're a package; two for one! (AN: I feel like that was a shampoo commercial: "Two in one! Buy now!")

I'm going to shut up now.

You do that.

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"Do you think Ron's really going to invite us to the World Cup?" I asked excitedly, but Harry turned around and raised his eyebrows at a pudgy man.

"Uncle Vernon," he muttered to me, and we walked up to meet him.

Be polite. "Hello, sir." I greeted, doing my best not to laugh. Mr. Dursley had swiveled around so fast that his pudgy roll of chin fat had jiggled ceremoniously as he turned. He grunted in reply and snarled at the paper in Harry's hand, which was supposedly Sirius's letter to him.

"What's that?" He snarled, jerking his chin at the letter(causing me to suppress laughing again). "If it's another form for me to sign…"

"It's not, " Harry replied cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather; he was my mum and dad's best friend. A convicted murderer, but it's okay; he's broken out of prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though…check if I'm happy…keep up with my news…"

I was literally grinning so hard my mouth hurt. Harry set off towards the station exit, with me hurrying after him.

"So that's your Uncle Vernon," I murmured as I matched his pace.

Let me just say something: the car ride was almost as horrifying as Voldemort in a bikini. Dancing. To the alphabet song. In heels.

Excuse me while I die laughing.

Anyways, Dudley was so much like Mr. Dursley it freaked me out. His piggish eyes stared at me, half-terrified and half-dull, and Mrs. Dursley looked like a long stick.

There were only three back seats, so Harry, Dudley, and I had to squeeze in. Dudley-

"I DON'T WANT TO SIT WITH THEM! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Dudley screamed, and Harry cast me a half-apologetic look. Mr. Dursley looked very embarrassed. He shoved Harry aside roughly and turned to Dudley.

"Duddykins, dear-" Mrs. Dursley whispered. I choked. "it'll only be for a little while, and I promise I'll give you an extra slice of melon when we get home, okay?"

Dudley stopped wailing. "TWO."

"Alright, Duddy-wuddy." Oh my gosh, kill me now. Dudley sniffed angrily, stomped his foot one more time for effect (onto Harry's foot, I might add), and climbed in the car, wailing about the heat.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, and I helped him get the luggage in the trunk.

I smiled and heaved my suitcase in the trunk. "There's nothing to be sorry about; that was funny. Did you see all the horrified faces Mr. Dursley was making?"

Harry laughed. "Yes. I saw that."

In front of us, Mr. Dursley shouted at us to hurry up and slammed the door shut.

Sitting next to Dudley is like sitting next to a hundred fifty pounds of save-me-now. I cast Harry a desperate look, and he shifted over.

There wasn't ONE FREAKING SECOND where Dudley didn't ask for something. First it was juice-we stopped by a gas station to buy some for him, then it was a snack. I found out he was on a diet, and Dudley threw a big tantrum when he got low-fat yogurt. Then it was the fact that somehow I was taking up too much space, but first of all I wasn't even touching him, and second of all if I moved over any more Harry would be squished.

"Move over, girl," Mr. Dursley growled. I inched over, and I could feel Harry curling his feet in tighter.

"She's squishing me," Dudley complained.

Mr. Dursley glared at us. Us, as in, Harry and I. "I said, move over!"

"Sorry, sir, but there isn't any room." I replied. Harry was shaking his head and making slashing motions. Like, shut up or you'll die!

"Then make some room!"

Dudley kicked the driving seat. Finally, Harry unbuckled his seat belt and quietly slid to the floor to sit. I slid over reluctantly. Dudley propped his feet up on the car door and leaned over. His head conked against my shoulder.

It was basically like that the entire ride. I offered to sit on the floor, but Harry blatantly refused.

My head resting on my head, I leaned on the window, my eyelids drooping shut. The dull thud of the music boomed in my ears, and Dudley's screams roared out any other possible sound…

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3rd POV

"Nope," Celia declared. "I call the floor today."

"But I-"

"Shut up, Harry." Celia lugged the spare blanket and small thin pillow Mr. Dursley had grumpily jammed into her hands onto the floor, neatly spreading it out with her fingers.

Sitting down, Celia grinned. "You know, whenever my dad goes on a rant about you, he calls you a few names. Some of them are really funny." She snickered.

Oh no. "Yeah?" Harry frowned warily and pulled Hedwig's cage onto his bed. The snowy owl hooted and pecked the cage bar.

Celia stroked Hedwig's head softly, and she let out a quiet series of appreciated chirped hoots. "Mm hm. There's always 'Potter', but there's also-"

She received that rare glare from Harry, and it only seemed to make her even more excited. Harry looked hopelessly to Hedwig, but the traitorous owl was too busy nipping Celia's fingertips affectionately and GENTLY. Harry frowned and rubbed his own fingers, where Hedwig had sometimes bit a little too hard.

"Golden Boy…" Celia snickered again.

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned. He got to his feet. "We should go downstairs; I have to make dinner."

Celia stood up, too. "You need help?"

"No, "Harry said hastily. "I can manage; you don't need to-"

"You need help," Celia decided.

Mentally?

If anyone needs mental help, it's not Harry.

Excuse me?! Was that a shot?

As a certain dark haired girl and (golden) boy walked down the stairs, both of them knew that it was going to be a long summer.

But maybe not a bad one.

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Dear Caleb,

I know, I know. Don't kill me yet. A lot has happened, and I don't exactly know how to explain. What to explain, actually. Literally. Okay. Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Why am I writing this down? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU'RE LIVING. I'M NEVER GOING TO SEND THIS. I'll find a way.

One paragraph of complete stupidity. Sorry. Anyways, you know how the two of us would do-let me just put it this way-creepy stuff sometimes? Like the time after we watched the movie Matilda and I started levitating things? Or that time you needed money to support your funding thing for the hospital and suddenly you found money? The exact amount that you needed? Do you know what that means? I think I do, but what do you think?

How's life? Did you find your dad? Once everything blows over and i settle in my private school here, I'll help you. This time, we'll find him. You'll get this letter too, Cal. I'll ask my headmaster principal for your address. I'm sure he knows.

About that time at the foster homes…I'm sorry, okay? You were the only family I had then-wasn't exactly happy to be separated. Prank some people for me. You'll probably meet my dad sometime in your life. I have his eyes, and his hair color-but I still have no idea why I ended up with hair frizz. I mean, I don't see HIS hair exploding in humidity!

I've met some friends, too. Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Fred and George Weasley, Draco Malfoy….too many to count. Stay happy for me.

Your little sister always(but only by a few years),

Love Celia

P.S. You better reply, I spent an hour writing this freaking letter. Asap.

P. P. S. In case you're wondering, Harry Potter is a normal 13 year old who's totally not famous. Just thought I'd point that out. Oh-he's also the nephew of the school squib janitor Mr. Filch.

Omg, guys. Thank you so much! I wish I could just hug you guys. Put your hand on the screen, like I am. High five.

I'll send over another AN chapter to tell you guys when the sequel is up! :) Plus I'll explain it bcuz the plan is gonna be complicated. I'm trying something original and I'm not sure how it will work outJ