Carrie walked into the Potions classroom and scored a seat next to Harry. Professor Snape walked up to Carrie and wore a sneer on his face almost identical to the one Draco had worn earlier. Must be a Slytherin thing. Carrie thought.

"I hope you don't think you'll be getting any special treatment in this class and I hope you have some sort of education from that school in America. If you fall behind get one of the other students to help you because I sure won't," Snape told Carrie icily.

"Yes sir," Carrie said, appearing to be oblivious to the coldness in Snape's words.

"Since your new you'll need a partner that can help you, personally I think I should just let you fend for yourself but Dumbledore thinks you should have someone to help you." Snape sneered. "I think I'll put you with one of the better students, oh and not one from Gryffindor, you two might talk to much….how about…Draco? Yes he'll do fine."

Carrie rolled her eyes. Great I get be stuck with that little twerp, somebody zap me, Carrie thought as Professor Snape called Draco over.

"Draco, I need you to work with Carrie, Dumbledore wants me to partner her up with someone and I don't want her to have fun talking to one of her friends," Snape explained to Draco who looked about as happy as a toadstool. (Toadstools don't strike me as very happy.) With that Professor Snape turned on his heal and walked to the front of the room.

"Come on," Draco commanded. "We're going to go sit with my friends."

"Like hell we aren't," Carrie muttered when Draco's back was turned.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Carrie said sighing. "Lets go." Carrie gathered her books and got some mournful looks from Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Hermione watched Carrie walk off. "Hey you guys," She whispered before the class started. "Does Carrie seem….different to you?"

Harry and Ron nodded. "She seems sad, and Fred told me about something that happened this morning," Ron said under his breath as Snape began to write up the ingredients that they would be using.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he began to copy down the list on the board.

"Well, Fred told me that Carrie ran into Draco again this morning and like was totally a different person. He said she liked switched personalities and almost beat the crap out of Draco in the Grand Hall."

"That doesn't sound like Carrie," Hermione said.

"Or at least not the Carrie we know," Harry pointed out. This comment drew puzzled looks from his two best friends and Harry remembered the conversation he had had with AJ.

"What do you mean Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Oh nothing," Harry mumbled as Snape looked over his shoulder at all of the students.

"You're cutting the pig snout pieces to big!" Carrie told Draco.

"Am not," He muttered as he continued to cut. Carrie muttered under her breath as Professor Snape walked up to the pair.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked glaring at Carrie.

"Yes, he's cutting the pig snout to big and it'll make the potion turn you six different shades of purple," Carrie accused. Snape peered over and looked at the pig snout Draco was cutting.

"She's right," He told Draco. "I hope that's the only problem here?"

Draco and Carrie nodded. "Here, you cut them, since you know how they're supposed to be like," Draco said shoving the pig snout at Carrie.

"Ok, then why don't you measure out how many worm tails we need…I think it calls for 1.5 grams," Carrie said sighing.

Draco was a little shocked that this girl didn't talk back to him about him telling her to cut the pig snouts. Actually he was also that mostly she was nice to him and that only when he really provoked her did she get mad. He couldn't understand this girl, one minute she was all in his face and then it was as she remembered something and got all nice. Also she didn't appear to be as happy as everyone thought, he could tell by the way her eyes always stayed a dull color, usually gray. Oh well she's not my problem. Draco told himself as Carrie began to mix the potion together.

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At lunch that day Dumbledore announced that for the students on fourth year and up that there would be a Halloween Dance in October. (On guess what day….HALLOWEEN!!! Sorry back to the story…) Everyone near Carrie began to talk about the up-coming dance.

"So, what do you think Carrie?" Fred asked Carrie as he stuffed his face with food.

"I think you need to speak with your mouth closed," Carrie said as she dusted herself off from the shower of crumbs that had erupted from Fred's mouth.

"Sorry."

"Ahhh, it's alright."

"But I mean what do you think about the dance?"

Carrie looked up at Fred; the last time she went to a dance was before she and AJ were friends again. She had taken a kid her age out back and bet the snot out of him. Carrie wasn't exactly too thrilled to be reminded about her old self and that's what to dance would bring back, that and a few other things. "I donno, I don't like dances that much," She muttered looking away for Fred. Fred looked over at Harry with a puzzled look and Harry shrugged.

"Ok, well these dances are pretty fun so maybe you and I can go together?" Fred asked nonchalantly.

Carrie laughed. "It's not even October and you're already asking me to a dance that's at the end of that month?" Fred began to blush and his face was turning the color of his hair. "Sure I'll go with you!" Carrie exclaimed not wanting to embarrass her friend any more that she already had.

"Really?" Fred's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, you're right, these dances aren't going to be like that other one's I've been to, or at least I hope not."

"What were the dances like at your old school?" Ron asked curiously.

"They must have been pretty bad if you don't like dances anymore," Hermione noted.

"Well the actual dance was fine but…well there were kids who would take other kids out back and mess them up a lot," Carrie answered flatly, the spark left her eyes.

"Oh," Hermione said in a small voice. "That does sound pretty bad."

Harry looked over at Carrie and noticed that she was lost in thought. How could she have really been like that? And why does she seem so sad all the time? I mean I understand that she'd probably homesick but it doesn't seem like that kind of sadness. Harry thought to himself. The Gryffindor Table resumed talking of the dance and their fist day of school when Draco walked by.

"Hey Draco," Carrie said as she jumped out of her chair and followed him towards the door of the Grand Hall. Draco was with his two stupid friends Crabbe and Goyle. (Did I spell those right?)

"What?" Draco asked in an exasperated voice.

"I was wondering if tonight you want to met in the library to work on our potions homework together."

Draco looked at the girl in front of him. She's really trying to be nice to me, I wonder why. "Alright, fine, tonight at seven if you're late don't count on me being there."

"Ok, see you at seven," Carrie said cheerfully as she bounded back to her table.

After Carrie finished all her classes for the day she followed Fred, George and Harry to the Quidditch Field. Carrie had played on the Quidditch team at home and was eager to try out for the house team.

"So what positions have you played before?" George asked.

"Uhhh…all of them," Carrie said shrugging, as she played with her favorite broom and pulled out a straw that was poking out at a funny angle.

"Really? Well we really only a Chaser…" Harry began to say when Carrie cried out in joy.

"Chasers? They are like my FAVORITE position next to Beaters!"

"That's great, Fred and George are the Beaters by the way," Harry said as the three entered the field. All of the other team members were waiting. "Hey, I need to talk to the team," Harry told Carrie. "So why don't you fly around our get warmed up?"

"Alright," Carrie said grinning. She turned her back to Harry and mounted her broom. Soaring threw the air Carrie's mind flashed back to her old self.

She was hanging out with Jarred and all of her other friends after school one day when Jarred got the idea of going to stir up some trouble. She had been all for it and even though Carrie was supposed to met up with her old friend AJ after school to get tutored in something or other. They all headed towards the muggle school that wasn't to far away and on the way there Mack 'borrowed' a few cans of spray paint from a hardware store.

Carrie shook the can up in her hand mixing the paint. Jarred, Mack and the others had already started. Staring at the blank wall in front of her Carrie wondered what she should put up on the muggle school wall. Jarred was putting up the 'Dark Mark'. He was so set on becoming a Death Eater but Carrie wasn't to sure. He Dad had mentioned being the Stepbrother of some Vernon Dursley…isn't that who that Harry Potter kid lived with? Carrie shrugged and began to paint some design from art class she had picked up when blue lights shown on the wall.

"Shit! It's the cops!" Jarred shouted.

"Scatter!" Mack shouted. The spray paint cans clattered to the ground and Carrie ran towards a part of the fence where the police weren't at yet. She heard feet pounding from behind her and felt a strong hand grip her and made her stop from her get away. Carrie spun around her hair flying into her eyes and through her brown mess of hair she saw a muggle man dressed in police garb. She looked around wildly and saw Jarred had been caught too, he was struggling against the police man who was holding him. Later that night Carrie had gotten a long speech from her dad about how corrupted she had become. After being suspended from school Carrie had laid on her bed thinking about how she had been acting, it was that night she had decided to quit hanging out with Jarred and see is AJ would take her back.

Carrie zoomed around the field thinking about how she used to be and how she was now. Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts she got an idea. Very carefully she swung her left leg over so she was sitting sidesaddle on her broom, then taking a deep breath she fell backwards with her legs hooked to the broom. Carrie was riding around her broom hanging upside down by her knees.

"Carrie! What are you doing!?!?!" Harry shouted from on the ground.

"Have you ever seen the extreme sports that muggles do?" Carrie asked as she pulled herself up to the point where she could grab onto the broomstick with her hands.

"Well….no but I know what your talking about," Harry stated. Last summer Dudley had really gotten into those things on TV but could never do them.

"Right, well I'm doing extreme broom stuff…I just made it up." Carrie then let her knees go and 'skinned-the-cat' (I hope you all know what that is 'cause it's really hard to describe). She was now just hanging there by her hands. Slowly Carrie felt her hands beginning to slip from the broomstick. Carrie looked down at the ground below her, her head began to spin…if she fell from way up here she would be hurting for quite awhile. "Uhh…Harry! HARRY!!!" Carrie shouted frantically.

Harry moved to get on his broom but before he even had it in his hand Fred was already mounted and kicking off. Carrie's hands slipped totally from the grasp she had had on the broom and she began to fall towards the grassy pitch below. Just then Fred grabbed Carrie's hand and pulled her into the broom. Carrie was breathing heavily as Fred landed her safely on the ground. Carrie was clutching to Fred and her breath came in sharp gasps.

"Carrie you alright?" Fred asked as he tried to dismount the broom with out letting go of his new passenger. Fred looked over at Harry with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Come on Carrie you have to let go of Fred so he can get of the broom," Harry said coaxing voice.

"Do you think she's in shock or something?" George inquired as more of the team came over.

"Well think how you'd feel after dropping from the height," Katie said.

"Fred why don't you take her to the hospital wing and just get someone to look over her just in case?" George suggested to his twin.

"Alright," Fred said. After much trouble of actually getting off the broom Fred lead Carrie to the hospital wing of the school. (lol Fred, lead, said…they all rhyme…hehe sorry) Half way to his original destination Fred asked Carrie if she needed to go see the nurse. All Carrie did in response was shake her head. Fred sighed not really knowing what to do.

"Do you want to go to the hospital wing?"

Carrie shook her head again, so far since her drop she had said nothing and still hadn't let go of Fred. She was hugging him in a manor where she felt safe but they could still walk with out to much trouble.

"Well, do you want to go to the common room?"

Carrie buried her head in Fred's shoulder. (lol head, Fred…sorry…I'm getting a kick out of how many words I use rhyme with Fred)

"Where do you want to go then?"

"I wanna stay with you," Carrie said just above a whisper.

"Alright then lets go sit in the common room." Normally hearing Carrie say that she just wanted to stay with him would have sent his heart soaring but he hadn't hoped to hear it under these conditions. Carrie followed Fred closely up to the Gryffindor Common room. When they arrived at the picture of the Fat Lady they saw Draco lounging beside the masterpiece that was hanging on the wall.

"What's wrong with her?" Draco asked sneering, but really was worried about why this normally sicken jovial person was clinging onto Fred Weasley.

"Why?" Fred asked arching his eyebrows.

"I was supposed to help her with her potions homework about half an hour ago and when she didn't show I got worried…I guess…either that or annoyed."

Fred was surprised to see Draco actually acting human. "Well she just fell off her broom and is just a little shaken up."

"A little?" Draco said. "Yeah, well, bye."

"Bye." With that Draco departed from the Gryffindor entrance and Fred told the Fat Lady the password and she let the two pass. Luckily no one was in the common room and Fred found the biggest chair by the roaring fire. Even though summer was hardly over the castle was still fairly drafty. Fred made himself comfortable in the chair and let Carrie climb into his lap.

"You alright now?" Fred asked as he stroked Carrie's hair. Carrie nodded and placed her head on Fred's chest.

"My old friends wouldn't have caught me," Carrie muttered after a few minutes of silence.

"Who AJ and Luke? I'm sure they would have, I mean…."

"No, not them, my old friends."

"Oh ok," Fred said not really understanding whom Carrie was referring to but decided now wasn't the time to ask. For another few minutes all you could hear was the fire crackling and every once and a while a log would shift and sparks would fly into the air.

"I like you Fred," Carrie said, she was calmer now and her hold on Fred's robs wasn't as tight as it had been. "You're a good friend." More than a friend really, Carrie thought to herself.

"I like you too Carrie," Fred stared into the fire. Just not in the same way…oh well you can always dream. "You hungry?"

"Starving…falling really makes you hungry," Carrie said smiling.

"Do you want to sneak down to the kitchen with me and get some food?"

"Yeah." Carrie climbed off Fred's lap and the two made their way down to the kitchen. From that night on the two were almost inseparable….along with George but everyone could tell that there was something special between Carrie and Fred.

(Ok…that's not the end…don't worry I wouldn't do that to you all…umm…I hope this chapter was long enough…it sure took me awhile to type it up. Ok…see now it explains why Carrie almost went Death Eater even though her dad's stepbrother is the uncle of Harry Potter. OK well I know there are some mistakes but not everyone is perfect…all right more should be up soon…so ENJOY!)