Chapter 2
"It's good to see you again Abelinda." Draco said, as the Slytherin House entered the dungeons to their common room and their dormitories. He and Abelinda had been friends for as long as Draco could remember and nothing had changed that.
"You too Draco. How have you been?" She asked, sliding onto the black leather couch that faced the fireplace. She closed her eyes and laid her head back as he sat down beside her and she moved over and laid her head on his chest. They were always the closest of friends, like brother and sister, and Abelinda felt that Draco was the only one that she was comfortable around in this forsaken school.
"Well, father has been having problems at work and mother never lays off of my back when it comes to school, telling me that I have to make sure that I do well and make good marks. It's like they think that I won't have all of the teacher's wrapped around my finger like I do with every other adult that I know." Draco laughed at the thought of actually having to try while he was at school.
"Well, my sweet, do you not want to become an Auror when you leave here? Because I know that was your goal when we were younger." Abelinda said, looking up at Draco as he remembered when they were smaller, running around his father's back yard with their parents wands pretending to be Auror's and catching every dark wizard they could find that they put bushes and benches in place of for the time being until they were grown, not knowing then, that the dark wizards that they wanted to hunt, were their families closest and oldest friends. She laughed as she too remembered their silly dreams of when they were mere children. "Your mother knows that you're going to have all of the teachers wrapped around your finger, as they will be with me. She just wants to seem like the typical parent of a student here. I'm not sure why, but I guess it's just one of those things to fit in with the norm of society." Abelinda laid her head back on Draco's chest as they watched the fire burn bright until it finally dimmed and the two parted ways for bed.
Harry and Ron entered the Gryffindor common room and looked around in amazement.
"It's quite a beauty on the eye isn't it?" Harry looked to each side of him and Ron and there, beside them, were two red headed twins, looking around the common room, smiles big and bright on their faces. "Hi, I'm Fred." The twin to Harry's left said, holding out his hand, and Harry reluctantly shaking it. "And I'm George." The other doing the same as his twin.
"They're my brothers." Ron said, giving Harry a sympathetic look for his surprise. "They're third years here and a pain in my neck at home." He laughed as they put him in a headlock and carried him to the couch in front of the fire. Harry sat down beside Ron and sank into the soft and comfortable couches they had in the Common room. They sat there and looked around the room and talked about what was to come when a girl came down from the girl's dormitories and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs beside the couch.
"It's Calysta, isn't it?" Harry remembered her from the sorting and the evil look that Abelinda gave her as she was sorted into the Gryffindor House.
She nodded. "Calysta Valentine."
Harry stood up and held out his hand to her, "Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley." He said, nodding to Ron, who was almost passed out on the couch.
"I know who you are, I think everyone here does." She smiled slightly as she shook his hand.
"I've come to figure that out recently." He said, laughing.
"Did you say your name was Valentine?" Ron said, sitting up from his half-slumber.
"Yes?" She said, looking at the red headed boy curiously.
"As in, Abelinda Valentine?" He said, half mumbled really.
Calysta sighed as he put it together. "Yes, Abelinda's my cousin. Unfortunately that is."
"How could two completely different people be related?" Harry asked, yet didn't know why once he thought of himself and his family that he lived with before he came here.
"Our dad's are twin brothers. But while their looks are the same, their personalities couldn't be more different. Her dad went and followed You-Know-Who, while mine rebelled and joined the ranks of those who fought against him." She smiled as she said this, "My dad actually knew your parents Harry, and I believe yours too Ron." She laughed as Ron only waved a hand to her, being half asleep on the couch, almost snoring now.
"I think its best we head off to bed." Harry said, looking at Ron on the couch. Calysta nodded and helped Harry stand Ron up on his feet.
"I'll see you two in the morning." She said as she waved and headed back up towards the girls dormitories. Harry nodded and he walked Ron up to their room.
