Chapter 3

The trio never left me alone after that night. They wanted to be friends. But that was just an act, that's it, they were curious. I have never told anyone about those dreams. All my parents want to do is forget that day were I was kidnapped and my sister died. I learned many things that day. I learned to never trust or get close to anybody; you only get hurt that way.

My only true friend was Matt. He was always there and helped me and I did the same for him. Everyone thought we were going out when the Daily Prophet and other newspapers printed rumors about us. Even the Quibbler even had said something about the two of us. I was annoying the heck out of me; I'm surprised I hadn't lost my marbles by then.

I had other friends, but they weren't like Matt. Most of my other friends just liked me for my money and popularity. And I didn't really like it; I hate it when people do that.
Some friends came close to the same rank as Matt, but they never made it.

All we wanted and needed was peace. When we went to Hogsmeade we hoped we would get it, but hoping doesn't mean you'll get it.

The cameras flashed in my face once in a while and everyone was coming up to me.

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All we wanted and needed was peace. When we went to Hogsmeade they hoped they would get it, but hoping doesn't mean you'll get it.

Rita Skeeter popped up and Chelsea was about to explode. She grabbed Matt by the arm and then led him to Zonko's. She bought some trick work and then left for a butterbeer and then went back to the castle in record time.

"I hate this," she mumbled and then left for the kitchens. Dobby nearly dropped the platter he was carrying when she almost threw the door onto him.

"Oh, my god! Dobby, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed.

"It's alright, miss," he replied.

"Am I allowed to help myself again? I'm sorry, I just miss cooking so much all the time!" Chelsea said.

"Go ahead, miss," Dobby said.

"Thank you," Chelsea replied and started making chocolate chip cookies. Someone walked in when Chelsea was icing a cake. Dobby nearly tipped her over when he went running towards the person who entered.

"Whoa, Dobby, slow down!" she said, "I almost plummeted head first into this cake!" She stood up and saw Harry standing there.

"Uh...hi," Chelsea said and continued icing the cake yellow and red.

"Did you make that?" he asked,

"Yes," she said tiredly, "Did Dobby make you socks?" she retorted. Harry lifted his pants to show hand knitted socks that Dobby made. Chelsea rolled her eyes and continued icing.

"What colour are your socks," he replied.

"Look for youself. I'm wearing a skirt and you can see what socks I'm wearing."

"I can tell Dobby made one of those, but I don't know who made the other one."

"I did," Chelsea snapped, heatedly.

"Mmmm," Harry said, "Cool."

Chelsea rolled her eyes, "I make some most of my clothes. I don't like being spoiled."

"Well, you are," he said.

"Mmmhmm. And how would you know?" Chelsea said and rolled her eyes. She muttered a spell that changed her clothes and cleaned her up a bit. She tugged her cloak and scarf on, picked up the cake, and left.

She brought the cake to the party they were holding in the Gryffindor common room and left. Her owl dropped a letter from her dad.

Chelsea-

I'm sorry if you don't like it there, but some things you have to live with. And this happens to be one of those things. –Dad.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and sighed. She was sitting on the edge of the window if the Owlry. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the window.

She saw red eyes when she closed her eyes and practically fell out the window. She jumped and wiped away her tears when she heard someone else enter the room.

Sorry for not replying in a while...I had a minor case of writers block and I was extremely busy...it being summer and all...ill have the next chappy up probably by today...thanks for all of the replies I really appreciate them