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Chapter 3

Fred rubbed his throbbing head and wiped away some spit that had found its way out of his mouth. He looked to George and glared at him as he sat up from his seat. George wasn't really paying much attention though. He was just thinking of something that seemed really important. Fred turned to the window. He noted that the view outside wasn't moving, meaning that they weren't even starting to leave yet.

"Bloody hell George! We haven't even left yet and already you shoved those god damn pills down my throat!" Fred grumbled as he continued to massage his aching head. George looked to his twin and glared at him.

"Look Fred, your drinking a thousand gallons a day makes you a danger to yourself and the people around you!" George shouted. Fred rolled his eyes and George felt anger surge through his body. George lunged at his twin and slammed him against the compartment wall.

"Do you hear me Fred! You have to stop! Don't do this to yourself! You have no idea what you are doing!" George hissed through his teeth, his fingers practically burrowing into his twin's shoulders. Fred cringed a bit from the pain but stared at George, thinking about how stupid his brother was being. If it was anyone else, Fred would have socked him right now.

"What do you mean I don't know what I'm doing? There is nothing wrong with giving a little drink! You're just bloody over reacting!" Fred said with his eyes narrowed. George let go of Fred as he clenched his fists and snarled.

"A little drink!" George shouted as he grabbed Fred by the shirt. "Once or two glasses is a little drink! You drink at least two or three bottles a day you stupid git! Yeah Angela dumped you. So what? No one gives a damn! Get over it and stop bloody drinking! There are a lot more girls out there!" When George finished he slowly realized what he did. He let go of Fred's shirt and frowned at the expression on his brother's face. Fred looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry Fred." George said softly. A long silence followed.

"I'm going for a walk." Fred said as he started to leave the compartment. George nodded in response.

Celeste continued to sit on the empty compartment floor silently. She could hear the people streaming into the train looking for a place to settle in. It must have been near departure time. So no one would catch her sitting on the floor looking like a silly git, Celeste got up and made her way out of the compartment. With her hair down she guessed she looked a bit stranger than usual. As she passed people seemed to find compartments quickly and a slight clearing always seemed to form before her. But maybe that was just her imagination.

"What the bloody hell do I have to do to get a drink in this damn place?" Celeste heard someone behind her grumble. Even if her instincts told her not to, she looked back to see who it was. When her eyes locked with Fred's the red head raised a brow. She turned away quickly and started to walk away again but quicker than before. Fred was the last person she wanted to see at the moment.

"Whoa! Slow down." Fred said as he grabbed her by the arm. His grip was firm and Celeste couldn't pull away. He turned her around and studied her face. Celeste could tell her wasn't drunk anymore. His eyes were focused and his words were no longer slurred and hard to understand. Celeste gulped and couldn't help but like this exact moment. His gray eyes were looking deep into her bright blue ones.

"Have…we met before?" Fred asked as he narrowed his eyes slightly. Celeste's mouth opened slightly but couldn't say anything. She was too nervous. Her words were stuck in her throat so she closed her mouth again. Fred raised a brow again and continued to study her face. Once Celeste had finally calmed herself down she replied in cool tone,

"No. I have never seen you before. Now can you please let go of my arm?" Fred hesitated but slowly let go of Celeste. There was a long pause.

"I know I've seen you from somewhere…." Fred said with a frown.

"That's impossible. I've just moved here from the US and have never been here before." Celeste frowned back at him. Technically she wasn't lying. She had just moved back to England from the US and she had never been on the train before. Fred looked unconvinced but he nodded,

"Right then. I'll be seeing you." Celeste gave him a small wave as she turned and walked back to her compartment, relieved that he didn't ask for her name. But she knew he didn't believe her completely if not at all.

"Finally." Celeste muttered once she reached her compartment. When she opened the door she was surprised to find a small girl inside. The small girl was humming some unknown song with a big smile on her face. She was swinging her legs and swaying her head from side too side making her long curly red hair sway to. The girl slowly turned her head to Celeste and her big smile grew even wider.

"Oh, hello. I take it this is your trunk here." The girl chirped as she pointed to Celeste's trunk. Celeste smiled weakly.

"Um…hi. And yes that is my trunk." Celeste said in a less than friendly tone. She wasn't in the mood to meet new people, much less a perky little girl. This was going to be one hell of a trip.

"I hope you don't mind my being here. But it was quietest here and I so wanted to get away from the dreadful noise the other students were making. My poor ears were already becoming sore." The girl said in the sweetest tone Celeste had ever heard before. It was getting on Celeste's nerves actually.

"No. No. I don't mind at all." Celeste muttered as she closed the compartment door and took a seat in front of the girl. Both girls were silent for a few moments.

"What year are you in?" Asked the girl, breaking the silence. Celeste frowned slightly before answering.

"I actually just moved here from the US. But I think I'll be in 5th year. And you? What year are you in? First?" Celeste threw the question back at her companion.

"I'm in second." Said the girl, the big smile still plastered on her face. This was very surprising for Celeste. The small girl looked like she was eight years old for crying out loud! The girl continued to speak, "And you know about the houses and sorting right?" Celeste nodded and the girl continued speaking. "Good. Well I'm a Slytherin." Celeste could hardly believe it.

But then again, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

"So what year will you be in?" The small girl asked her in a chirpy short of voice.

"Fifth year." Was the blunt reply.

The girl opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the sudden swishing of the compartment door. At the open entrance of the compartment stood four big boys with their school robes already on. Celeste noted the patch on their robe. Snakes. They were from Slytherin, Celeste guessed. 6th year maybe? They were a mean looking bunch. Big, fat, ugly, buff looking. They took one look at Celeste and frowned. They didn't seem to notice the little girl though.

"What are you doing in our compartment?" The smallest in the group snapped he had a strangely high-pitched voice. This boy may have been the smallest in his group, but he was still very big. All of them had to be at least five feet, five inches and even bigger around.

"Okay…maybe that 'more around thing is an exaggeration…they're actually buff." Celeste thought as she successfully hid a great peal of laughter. After a bit of silence Celeste looked at them with the coldest expression she could come up with.

"Your compartment?" She asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah! This is our compartment! So beat it slut!" Another one snapped. He had the worst skin but a voice that suited him. The four boys puffed out their chests to look more threatening. It looked ridiculous, but Celeste got scared anyway. She knew any of these boys could beat her up really bad. She didn't need another beating right after what her parents put her through a while ago.

"Well? What are you waiting for bastich?" The biggest one of the group growled as he went closer to Celeste. He was just about to grab Celeste by her hair when the small girl made a coughing sound. Everyone turned to look at the girl. All four boys went pale. Celeste stared at them and then at the girl, confused as hell.

"Hail." One of the boys managed to whisper after a long and tense silence. The small girl flashed the boys a wide smile.

"Hi! How was your summer, boys? Fun?" The small girl's voice was now even more sickening sweet than before. Celeste's stomach started to churn. The small girl spoke again, "Now please Luis, back away from by friend." The girl said as she smiled at the tallest boy. The boy backed away from Celeste and looked to his friends.

"Let's go. There are a lot of other compartments in the train." One of the boys said just before they closed the compartment door and walked off. Celeste continued to stare at Hail looking very stupid and confused.

"So as I was saying, my name is Marry Hail. What's your name?" The girl asked Celeste, completely ignoring Celeste's confused stares.

"What just happened?" Celeste asked, her eyes narrowing. Marry just continued to smile.

"Your name, miss. What is you name? Mat I have it please?" Marry said, her voice brimming with sweetness. Celeste's stomach lurched at the sweetness. She wasn't in the mood for it. Not now.

"Celeste Star." Celeste hissed between her teeth. At this, Marry's face brightened. Her smile seemed different now. It seemed…genuine.

"Celeste Star? You mean the only child of…the Stars?" Marry said excitedly. Celeste held in a groan. She had forgotten that the Malfoy's son went to this school. She figured he was very powerful and popular in some way for his wealth. But the thing was, her family was a lot more powerful than the Malfoy's and richer too. The difference was, her family didn't have to work for the dark lord to get where they were now.

But that didn't matter. Point is people will think: 'Celeste equals brimming with power. If you become Celeste's friend you gain power.'

"Yes I am." Celeste said, afraid of what Marry would do next. There was another silence. Celeste was stating to find them very annoying. They were happening too often today.

"This is very interesting. So the Stars have finally moved back to England." Marry said in a whisper, retaining her cheery tone of voice, her hazel eyes studying Celeste. Celeste nodded, her eyes narrowing once again. Marry, for some strange reason, reminded her of a jaguar, circling around its prey. And Celeste was the prey.

"How unfortunate for me. Why is my life such crap?" Celeste thought to herself, frowning deeply.

"Well I guess it doesn't really matter does it. Anyway, if you will be needing any help during the school year you can always come to me." Marry said with her big smile. Celeste nodded. She must be really powerful or something to have been able to scare those fat thugs away.

"Well, it could have been some sort of con! AHG! Why the hell am I so paranoid? She couldn't possibly be conning me! I'm going insane. Is it…Fred's fault. Yeah. It is. Everything is his fault."

Chapter 3 End

Author's notes: There it is! Hope you liked it! X.x