Author: Okay then. I think I better start off with a disclaimer! I don't own Harry Potter! . Okay next is this will also have bit of Angst and Humor. I hope you enjoy this! I worked pretty hard on it! Plus I enjoyed writing it alor! P

Chapter 1

How?! How did she not know all of this? How could she not notice? He had already cupped her chin and leaned in to kiss her before he turned around mumbling something. She just stood there staring like an IDIOT! It did not click! She did not get it! All the signs were there! And how could she not understand that the Mr. Weasley in the Ministry mentioned in the paper or by her father all the time was his father!? All that time she thought he was a muggle! How stupid could she get! All those years and she never found out! It was a good thing she moved to the states. This was were her eyes opened to the world. She didn't like what she saw but it was better than being sheltered for all of eternity. To be a stupid airhead her whole life! She shuddered every time she thought about it. If she could go back in time she would beat the crap out of herself. She was so thankful to have found new people who showed her what life was really like. She never made friends but she did meet people who helped her. She never really did have any friends. Except for him maybe.

Being rich isn't always good. You're parents tend to hide the world from you behind riches and such. And now after five years she was moving back to England a whole new person. There would be no more pink, no more stupid questions and no more picturing the world as a happy and pure place. It was all black, well thought over words and unsheltered eyes.

A young girl of fifteen walked down the long, carpeted mahogany staircase of her new home. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a sun on it and a flowery pair of pants. She may have hated bright colors but she still had a lot of bright clothes from when she was still stupid. So she had no choice but to wear them. Once again she was in England. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She had just woken up.

"At least I don't get jetlag." The girl muttered to herself. She could feel the carpet under her thin cotton slippers. She didn't like the feeling so she frowned all the way down the staircase.

"Morning sweety!" Her mom said as she kissed the girl on the cheek. Her mother was an inch or two shorter than her and always looked happy. The girl was about 5'3. The girl had her mother's shape of eyes but her dad's color, which was blue.

"What did I say about using conditioner!? You're getting new split ends! And your hair isn't very soft again!" Her mother ran her fingers through her dark brown hair. "Do you want me to burn off your hair!?" Her mother threatened her as she whipped out her wand. The girl jumped back and fell on the stairs with a small cry.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear! Here, let me help you up." Her mom held out her hand and helped the girl up to her feet.

"But seriously, you're hair is getting dry all over again. We may have to use a bit of magic to fix it." Her mom started thinking about spells.

"Later mum. It's too early in the morning for this…" The girl said in a sleepy voice, yawning again. Her mother nodded in agreement and they both made their way to the dinning room.

Sure her family was rich but her parents didn't LOVE to show off. So their house was actually relatively small. And so was their dinning room. The walls were painted different shades of yellow, giving a sunny type of feeling. The bark brown table was a wide square. Each side could fit two people. The chairs were the same shade of brown to match the table. The food was already set and so were three places at the table. Two of the seats were facing each other and the other one was facing an empty side. A middle-aged man who had a lot of white hair growing out from his dark brown tresses occupied one of the two seats facing each other. He was reading the newspaper. This man was her father. Her mother took the seat facing him.

"Celeste?" Her father didn't even bother to look up from the paper. Celeste turned to him and gulped. His tone wasn't very friendly so whatever he was going to say could not be good.

"We are going to stop home schooling you." A sharp and painful cold sensation shot down Celeste's spine.

"What?!" She thought. But instead she replied, "Why?" Her tone was somewhat polite even if her words were a bit choked. She couldn't really see what his face looked like from behind the paper. But she could see his sharp blue eyes frowning.

"Because I am sick of you wandering around the house like a ghost! You have no friends whatsoever! It's no wonder you hate meeting new people whenever me or your mother have parties. You stay in your room all day writing, drawing or listening to your damn noisy muggle bands!" He started ranting and he had finally put down the paper. Celeste didn't really see a need for him to rant so she got angry as well. This time her mother spoke,

"I-we are so sorry Celeste. But I hope you understand." The tone her mother used was gentle and so sincere. But Celeste knew her father wasn't sorry in the least bit. The girl swallowed her tears and stood there. She had too much pride to cry and she knew it. It had been years since she last cried and she wasn't about to now.

"So where are you moving me to?" Celeste asked, still chocking over her tears. She was having trouble keeping them in. Why was this such a big deal to her? Why did she feel so betrayed? Maybe because she was. But she didn't even like her family. This could be a chance to escape them. This made her feel slightly better. Her father looked back to the newspaper. Celeste wanted to grab the paper and shove it down his 'filthy' throat.

"We're going to move you to Hogwarts." Her father said bluntly. Her mother gave her an apologetic look, which didn't help at all. Celeste turned around and stormed up to her room. This wasn't the best way to start the morning.

Through the barrier and on to platform nine and three quarters was where Celeste found herself the start of September which was a few weeks from when she moved to England. She could see all the people smiling, laughing and a few crying. Didn't want to leave home she guessed. She caught a few people giving her looks of fright, curiosity or disapproval. Her mother noticed too and she placed her hand gently on her daughter's shoulder.

"I told you. You should have worn a really, really dark blue shirt. So dark that it looks black. So if people ask you, you can say that you're not wearing all black and your shirt is blue!" Her mother said cheerfully. This only amused Celeste slightly.

"Haha. Thanks mom." Celeste said rather glumly. She was still very upset about everything. And the bright red train was only making things worse. The fact that it was so bright was annoying her really bad. Then her father came up from behind her with the cart.

"Come on. Let's go find you a compartment." Her father said in an unpleasant tone, agitating Celeste further. But she just nodded silently and followed her father into the train. As the two walked through the train people kind of drifted off. Both father and daughter had cold looks on their faces that stopped conversations. They both looked like they would explode at any second. But neither of them did. In the end Celeste's father chose a compartment in the far back of the train. Her father put her trunk inside. He looked to his daughter and studied her with his blue eyes. He turned to leave but said,

"Now I don't want you leaving this compartment when the train starts moving. No boys, or do not be alone with them. Have girls for company. Don't talk to any suspicious looking boys and follow all the school rules." When her father had finished he walked off and left Celeste just standing there. She was in shock. She stood there. Stared. She could not believe this. Slowly she went inside the compartment and sat down. After the girl sat down she could feel waves of anger sweep through her. Her lips slowly formed into a snarl.

"That bastard!" Celeste screamed in her mind as she lunged forward and slammed her fist on the seat in front of her. She fell on her knees and sat there on the floor brooding thought of hatred. She started rubbing her fist, which was now slightly sore. Suddenly a thought hit her and she scrambled up to her feet and hastily made her way out of the compartment. There was no doubt that even after this her parents would want to spend their last few moments with her. She could already see her mother at the window telling her to come out and at least give her one last hug. But where exactly would she go? Where would she hide? No where.

"It's not like I want a guy with me! Bloody hell. My dad still thinks I'm ten—no! Five!" Celeste hit her head for saying ten. She just couldn't get him out of her mind could she? Ten was the age he had tried to kiss her. She stood by the door of her compartment and leaned on the wall. She really didn't really go anywhere. She got distracted by him. Her mind drifted off somewhere else as she thought about him. A few days after he tried to kiss her she moved to the States.

"Oh my god! Is that a goth?" These words snapped Celeste back to reality. She turned to see two young girls staring at her. The girls squealed and ran off. Celeste figured they were first years. Her parents had briefed her on everything about Hogwarts like the sorting, the houses and everything else that was legal there. How typical of them. Celeste looked down at her clothes and sighed.

"I don't look that bad." She grumbled. All she was wearing was a black T-shirt, black pants and black rubber shoes. There were no spikes or black makeup. Well, her nails were painted back too but that was it. She wasn't really a 'goth' as some people would put it. She just really didn't like colors that much.

"Celeste? Celeste baby? Are you there?" Her mother called from the compartment window. Celeste pressed herself against the wall and held her breath. Her mother continued calling her. Eventually she stopped and started talking to someone. That someone would most likely be her father. She heard something like an exasperated sigh.

"Celeste! Get out here now!" Her father's voice boomed. His call was so loud that people stopped talking. But after a bit they started to chatter away once more. Celeste remained glued to the wall behind her. Tension was thick in the air and Celeste had clenched her fists. There was a long and uneasy silence.

"I guess she's not there." Celeste heard her father grumble. Celeste let out a deep and quiet sigh of relief. She resisted the urge to peek through the door and look out the window. She knew her parents were just outside the window waiting for her to show up. So all the nervous girl did was stand there by the door. Patiently she waited for the time the train would leave. Which, she guessed, would be in roughly two hours. Her family was always early for everything. And that trait usually worked to her disadvantage. Like now, for instance. After a while Celeste's feet started to ache slightly so she quietly slid down the wall and sat down on the floor. She made sure she didn't block the way and then rested her head on the wall. It didn't really mattered if she blocked the hall up with a bunch of big rocks and dragon poo. No one was here anyway. And most of the people that were here already were still outside the train.

"CELESTE!" Her father roared. She was gone for too long and he knew she was trying to avoid them. His booming voice stopped conversations once again. But this time the people stayed quiet. Celeste bit her bottom lip as panic spread through her. This was it. Her dad had completely lost it now. She HAD to hide this time. But where?! She jumped up and sprinted down the corridor as fast as she could. She hadn't though over this choice well because her father was still at her window. He saw her run past.

"CELESTE!" Her father roared much louder than before. The frightened girl dashed around like a mad man looking for a place to hide. There was no place to stay until the train left. The washroom was too obvious a place. Her father wasn't put in Ravenclaw for nothing!

"There you are Celeste!" She heard her father snarl behind her. She whipped her head around and saw her father glaring down at her. The fact that her father was so tall made everything so much worse. Her father grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the nearest wall with a loud thud. The man's grip was tight around her neck. She coughed and let out a gagging sound. Her father's sharp eyes were blazing with furry.

"I have been nice to you for the longest time! I have stopped myself from hitting you! Ever since you started wearing your black you have been driving me crazy! We give you a good life and this is what we get in return? An ungrateful child who thinks she has the worst life the world?!" Her father hissed at her. She struggled to get free and dug her nails into her father's hand. Then she could feel it. She couldn't hold her tears in anymore. They forced their way out of her eyes and poured down her cheeks. They wouldn't stop flowing. After what seemed like forever her father finally let go of her.

"Come on. Your mother is waiting for you outside." Her father barked as he stated to walk off. Still crying silently Celeste followed her father at a great distance. Her father turned to her and ordered her to come closer. She only stepped closer twice so he glared at her.

"What is wrong with you, huh?" Her father shouted at her as he took great strides towards her. "Do you want me to hit you again?" Celeste didn't answer him or respond in anyway, pissing her dad off even more. He raised his hand and gave her a swift slap across her cheek. Celeste stumbled and eventually fell over. Her father walked to her quickly and took a fist full of her hair and dragged her out of the train even before she could get up. Celeste had to close her eyes as the tears streamed down her face once more. Her eyes stung from the tears, a madman was pulling her hair and people were staring at her and her rampaging father. Once she felt her father stop and let go if her hair she fell onto the cold cement floor in a fetal position. Slowly she opened her eyes and even if her vision was blurred by her tears she still saw both her parents glaring at her.

"Why were you hiding from us?" Her mother asked in a cold voice. Celeste didn't answer again. The girl just lay there on the cold cement looking at all the people who were staring at her and her parents. Her father grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly pulled her to her feet.

"Stand up you little bitch! Don't act like you're a child!" Her father barked. Celeste wobbled a bit but managed to stay on her feet. Her mother slapped her.

"Answer me Celeste!" Her mother shrieked. Once again her mother had gotten mad. She thought it better to keep quiet. Or else her mother would turn whatever she said to justify her actions against her. This was experience she had gained through her life. Her mother was never very reasonable and her father was just a bastard. When Celeste didn't answer her mother just backed up and raised her hands as if to surrender.

"Fine. Fine. If you won't answer we will leave you alone. Come on honey let's go." Her mother said as she took her husband's arm. Together the two walked past the barrier. Celeste just stood there for a while. Then she turned to the people who were staring at her. She shot them all icy looks and they all turned away to talk or do whatever they were doing before this incident. Now Celeste was feeling worse about this whole going to Hogwarts than she did originally. With a newfound hatred for her parents the girl wiped her eyes and made her way back into the train. After a long walk Celeste reached her compartment and sat there quietly, thinking about ways to get back at her parents. After about ten minutes something caught her eye. Her mother was walking back through the barrier. Most likely to scold her again about things she had newly thought of. Quickly Celeste hit the floor.

"Damn this…." Celeste muttered as she slowly crawled out of her room. Her mother still didn't look very pleased. Celeste needed a place to hide and this time she wasn't going to run around like some dumb hamster. Once she knew she couldn't be seen from the compartment window Celeste ran down the corridor opposite her compartment past some red haired boy and stopped in front of a random compartment.

Chapter 1 End
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