The Slytheren table cheered as Grey removed the hat and walked toward them. She felt like she wasn't in control of her actions, she was just moving, somehow finding the correct place to go. She sat down in an empty chair and lifted her head, finding Oliver once more and not taking her eyes off him. How could he say that to her? He had no idea how many times she tried to run away from her house to find him, how many times she screamed at Lupin to take her home. He didn't know about that. Then again, you don't know all of what he has been through either.

Oliver got into Gryffindor just like Grey had thoughts; he seemed prefect for that house. Just as Grey seemed prefect for Slytheren, or at least she fit in with the loud plotting children. She sighed; she would try to enjoy the rest of the feast without dwelling to much on Oliver. She was still positive she could save him.

Grey looked over all the tables. The girl that had bowed before all the first years was sitting proudly at the Hufflepuff table making faces at the annoying kids around her when they weren't looking. Grey had to smile at her. She quickly went back to looking at Oliver however. She tried to push him out of her mind for the time being but that was pointless. All she wanted to do was dwell. She couldn't wait until the feast ended, which is was taking its sweet time doing. Grey picked at her food and shoved it around her plate with a fork; she felt no need to eat.

Finally, after what seemed to be her whole life, the feast ended and Grey was able to leave. She tried to catch Oliver's eye but he just wouldn't look at her. She slumber her shoulders and followed the rest of her house to their common room. Oliver descended up the grand stairs case and kept moving further away from her, she couldn't take that. Slipping away unnoticed by anyone in her house, Grey snuck up the stairs and followed Oliver. No one paided any attention to her so she was able to grab Oliver and pulled him away from his house.

"We need to talk," Grey whispered, pulled Oliver down the hall and ducking behind a statue of some random witch, "We don't have time right now, meet me in the Quidditch field at midnight okay?" Grey asked, full of childish hope.

Oliver looked skeptical, he wasn't sure he trusted Grey, "Maybe," he said coldly, stepping away from Grey, "Wait!" He turned back to her, "What if they already went into the dormitory, I don't know the password!"

"Whootzer," came a girl's voice from the other side of the statue, "The password is Whootzer," It was Cae, the girl that had bowed. She poked her head around the statue and smiled, "You're a Slytheren," She said to Grey, "You need your password too?"

"Do you just go around finding stranded first years to help or something?" Grey asked, taking in the bubbly girl in front of her.

"Actually I was going to go play with some house elves, this was just and added bonus."

"Why do you know all the passwords?" Grey asked, tilting her head.

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Cae Dumbledore, pleased to meet," Cae, laughed again and pulled away, "Now I have elves to play with and a ham to glaze. Oh yeah Shizma is the Slytheren password," She said before departing and leaving the two children alone behind the witch.

"I'm leaving," Oliver said, rather bitterly as he stepped away from Grey and the witch statue. Grey was slightly frantic.

"Be there! Quidditch field at midnight!" Grey called; Oliver looked back at her and shrugged. He would be there she knew it. Grey slid away from her hiding spot and ran to the Slytheren common room, thanks to Lupin's many stories of Hogwarts she had a fairly good idea of its layout and was able to find the Slytheren house without to much difficulty. She found a place to sit in the corner of the common room. Now all she had to do was wait.

Midnight

Grey stood in the middle of the Quidditch field, the cold night air wrapped around her as she stared off in the distance, waiting for Oliver. The wind blew her white dress and black robes around her, the swirled about her legs. She saw moment in distance and brightened up. She knew he would come.

Oliver saw a figure clad in white watching him as he walked. His stomach did a flip he wasn't to fond of when he realized it was Grey. He stopped for a second; he could turn around and leave her there. That would hurt, and a tin part of him wanted to hurt her. But a larger part knew nothing was her fault and he shouldn't break her heart. Oliver cursed the inner workings of the heart and started walking again.

Soon they were only a few feet away from each other and Oliver stopped walking. He stared, his face stone, at Grey, "Okay I came."

Grey had the urge to wrap her arms around Oliver but didn't, "Don't hate me," Grey whispered. She reached forward to touch Oliver; he didn't pull away, "I tried. Ollie I did try to get you, but I failed. You are savable Ollie, I'll save you now." Grey moved her hand to Oliver shoulder and was about to give him a hug when part of his robe slipped. There was a pale scar from the nape of his neck down under his Shirt. Grey couldn't see were it ended. She looked up at Oliver with frightened eyes. "I should have come for you."

"Are you should you could have saved me?" Grey was running her fingers lightly over the scar.

"Yes," Grey's voice didn't waver, "Ollie don't push me away. Please?" She was pleading with him through her eyes.

Oliver put his hand on Grey's cheek and whipped away a tear, "I don't think you would let me."

Grey shook her head, "No way," A smile broke out across her face, "I think we better get back to the school now." Oliver nodded and took Grey's hand. The two of them walked across the field and headed back for the castle, "Hehe you snuck out," Grey said with a chuckle.

"That's going to happen a lot over the next 7 years isn't it?" Oliver asked as they mounted the stairs.

Grey's eyes twinkled, "Yesss." They cracked open the door and peered through, seeing if there was anyone wondering through the front entrance looking for kids that should be asleep. There was just that girl from before holding the hand of a crying house elf walking around the front hall. Grey and Oliver slipped inside.

"No, no don't worry. You didn't nothing wrong. It's rather amazing really, I didn't know house elves had grease fires," Cae reassured the distraught elf as she led him out of the hall. Grey and Oliver looked at each other and shrugged.

"Bye!" Grey called up to Oliver as he began up the stairs.

"Bye," he waved and walked away.