16 year old Callie Potter couldn't wait to leave the hell she called school. She smiled when she saw her father's black owl flying toward her. She heard her classmates whispering around her, but couldn't bring herself to care. She loved the letters from her father, just as much as she loved the ones from her dad, and if the girls had problems with her parents being different then that was their own fault.

She was not well liked at this school, and it was all because one of her dorm mates had stolen her journal, where she had written her feelings about the Boys Who Lived. Well, the writings were accidentally copied and left around the school, and she was now public enemy number one.

It also didn't help that whenever any of the girls had their boyfriends around her would spend most of his time staring at Callie. She honestly didn't understand why they did that, in fact it was kind of creepy.

"So, who is that from?" One of the girls asked in a snoody voice. "Is it from your imaginary boyfriend, you know the one who gave you that necklace."

"For your information, Draco is not my boyfriend, and the letter is from my father." Callie said as if the conversation bored her, which it kind of did.

"And which one is that again?" Another girl asked.

"My father is Severus, my dad is Sirius." Callie answered, feeling her annoyance rise. Deciding it best to just ignore the girls she broke the seal on the parchment and read her letter.

Dear Callie,


Sorry we have yet to come get you, but don't worry. In fact by the time you get this your dad and I should already be talking with your headmaster. That said, get your things packed, your coming home.

Love,

Father

It was short, but it said all it needed to.

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After her parents took her from her school the remainder of the summer seemed to fly by. She wished they would have taken her to Diagon Ally, but again they didn't want to risk exposing her until she was safely at school. So when she was stepping on the train she was brimming with excitement. She walked the whole length of the train, looking for the familiar shockingly blond hair.

She tried to ignore the stares, but it seemed everywhere she went people liked to watch her. She didn't see what they found so interesting. She was an average height of about 5ft 4in. Her hair was just past her shoulders, falling down in loose curls. Her eyes shone brightly, unhindered by glasses, the once dark jade now back to the original bright emerald. She wasn't scrawny like she had been as a child, but had filled out with her own natural curves, not too curvy though. Her skin seemed to glow with health, though was not too dark a color, but at the same time not all that pale.

She walked the entire length of the train, before giving up her search. It was clear Draco was not on board. She just hoped nothing happened to him during the war.

That was another thing she had misses while she had been away, but not that she minded at all. The war was over now, and the Potter 'twins' had triumphed over The Dark Lord. She could just imagine how big their heads were now.

Sighing she noticed that all the compartments were full, and so was glad when she found one with only one person in it.

"Do you mind if I sit in here? Everywhere else is full." She informed the boy. He seemed ok, but you could never tell just by looking at someone.

"You sure you want to do that?" He asked her, his bad mood showing through.

"Why not?" She asked, dragging her trunk into the compartment.

"Cause no one wants to sit with the person who betrayed the Boy Wonders." The other said, sneering at the term he used to describe her brothers.

"If that is the only reason, then I will gladly take a seat." She said, and was amazed when the boy stood and lifted her trunk from the ground, placing it in the luggage rack. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it, the name's Ron by the way." The boy told her, and she took a moment to study him. He was quite tall at 6ft 3in, and what some would call gangly. He had bright red hair, and lots of freckles. His eyes were brown, and seemed to have a sparkle to them she didn't notice before.

She enjoyed the train ride uninterrupted by anyone. It was then she learned that her brothers had told the wizarding world that Ron had had been working for Voldemort, and led them into a trap, which was untrue. No one would believe that though, because why would the saviors of the wizarding world lie about something like that? He then went on to explain that the 'twins lied because Kyle liked the girl Ron was seeing, so it was just a ploy to break them up. Unfortunately it went a little farther than that and Ron was kicked out of his house. He was lucky though, and his twin brothers, Fred and George took pity on him, and took him in.

She also learned from Ron that the Potter 'twins' said that Draco helped set the trap, and that he had been disowned, his parents not wanting a deatheater for a son when they had tried so hard to keep him from that path. When she heard this she immediately asked if Ron knew anything else of the blond, and was disappointed when she was told no. It seems this all happened at the end of the last year, and Draco hadn't been heard from since.

Ron seemed to be a good friend, leading her to a carriage, then taking her to a stern looking teacher, who she called aunt Minnie, so she could be sorted. He didn't know she knew the professor, or that aunt Minnie had been one of her favorite babysitters, when her father had to teach classes.

She smiled when her name was called, and the hat was placed on her head. She would have enjoyed the shocked looks of the faces of James, Lily, and her brothers, as well as the rest of the school…if she could have seen them. But as it was she didn't because that was the moment the hat fell over her eyes.

Calla, it's about time you came back to speak with me. She heard the voice in her mind.

Sorry, but you know my parents wouldn't let me come to this school until I was legally an adult in the wizarding world. Callie reminded him.

Very true, now shall we sort you. I can see you have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, but unlike Ian you are better suited for somewhere else. I still can't believe he talked me into letting him into putting him in Gryffindor. Then you are smart enough for Ravenclaw with Kyle, or where he should have been, but alas he talked me out of that as well. You have the cunning for Slytherin, but though you are shy you have the courage for Gryffindor. SO where to put you, better be…GRYFFINDOR!

Callie smiled as the hat was pulled off her head, and went to the table where she saw her new friend sitting. Once seated she began to look around the Great Hall for the person who seemed to always be on her mind. She began to worry when she couldn't find him, but then the doors were thrown open, and a large man entered, followed by a boy of about 17.

He was tall, almost as tall as Ron, and stood 6ft 1in. He also had a healthy tan, and the blond hair she had been searching for all day. He was well built, obviously from hard labor, but his eyes were as she remembered them, the same ice blue, but they had lost some of their sparkle. She felt saddened when he sat alone at the end of the table, and none of their old friends moved to sit with him. What had she missed out on?

"We know you haven't been around here long, but if you want to avoid starting school out on the wrong foot I would advise you not to sit next to a traitor." Came a voice from behind her. "Besides you should come sit with us. You are OUR sister, where have you been all this time?" It was obviously Ian asking, as he was bigger than their other brother.

"Where I was has nothing to do with you. All you need to know is that I'm back, and I am going to be sitting with my friend." She informed her brother as she turned back to the food. She could feel the anger flowing off her brothers, and glanced up to see the familiar blue eyes watching her. She tried to smile at him, but Draco turned away, refusing to meet her eyes.

The feast when somewhat smoothly, but when it was over she jumped up, telling Ron to let her in when she got to the common room, if she found her way. That done, she left to find her oldest friend, her heart beating fast wanting to get to him so they could talk. She was lucky that so many people were moving at once, as it seemed to slow him down.

This gave her enough time to catch up to him and grab his hand, pulling him into the nearest classroom, which appeared to be unused judging by the amount of dust.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked as he looked down at her.

"Trying to talk to my friend." She said, refusing to back down even to his anger.

"I'm not your friend Callie, I'm no one's friend." Draco said, and tried to leave, but she grabbed his hand, refusing to let go.

"You are too my friend. You gave this to me before my parents sent me away." She said, pulling out the locket for him to see. "I gave you a ring. Do you still have it?" She asked, hoping he had kept his piece of her with him.

"No, I lost it." He said with a tone of indifference. He thought he was dying inside when he saw the tears spring up in her green eyes. Seeing her pull the locket out his heart had swelled, knowing she still had it. "Look, we're done here. You need to go, return to the little friends I'm sure you've made. I'm sure your brothers would enjoy having you back. Go bother them, I'm done with you." He said as he pushed past her, glad she couldn't see the tear roll down his cheek.

He was her prince, he had to protect her from what others would do. He wouldn't be doing that if he let her close to him. Everyone at this school hated him, and she would be better off if she did too.

Callie could feel the tears welling in her eyes, but tried her hardest to hold them back. She didn't want to look a mess when she went to the common room. That in mind she left the class room, and followed the directions Ron gave her to get back to the common room, glad when her friend came into sight. She was surprised when he wrapped his arms around her, and felt the control she had break.

There in the middle of the hallway she cried in the arms of her only friend. They stayed outside for a while, but entered when she had enough control of her emotions. She didn't want the others to see her cry, but also could feel more tears coming.

She did the only thing she could do, and bid her friend good night before going up stairs, and crying herself to sleep, wondering what happed to make her first friend hate her. What had she done wrong?