Happy New Year guys! I decided to be a good writer and get in an update. I still haven't got as many reviews as I would like so please send in reviews. Also I'm still looking for a trailer maker. So please reply if you are interested. Here's the next chaper. We get to know more about Callie and meet a member of her family. So enjoy guys.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters. I just own the original character I created for the story. Man I'm getting tired of writting this.

Chapter 4: Callie's Past

Callie sat in the courtyard strumming Yentel, her acoustic guitar, or well it was hers now that Adam died. She had to admit that wasn't the way she wanted to inherit it but she was happy to have it. So long as she played it, as corny as it sounded, a part of him would always be with her. She had decided to play Wonderwall by the muggle band Oasis. It was their song, hers and Adam's. He would always play it for her and now she realized just how much she missed the sound of Adam's voice, especially when he sung Wonderwall. She was brought out of her thoughts by footsteps behind her and she stopped playing.

"Don't stop because of me" rang the familiar male voice.

Callie turned around and smiled at Harry. "No it's okay I have plenty of chances to play it. So I heard you had an interview with Rita Skeeter today. How'd it go?"

"She's um…very eccentric. Okay she's weirdly enthusiastic and has that persuasive in your face reporter personality.

Callie chuckled. "I see. Well then I'm interested to see what this article says then. So, Mr. Potter why don't you tell me what you're really like. I mean you can't trust what the papers and fan girl cousin say"

"Fan girl cousin?" Harry asked.

"Yeah my cousin Sharon is like obsessed with you. She has a wall full of pictures she sketched of you that she calls the Wall of Harry. Oh and this one time she apparently snuck up behind you one time and cut off a piece of your hair and she stroked it every night before she goes to bed. Sorry man but she's infatuated with you. She thinks you're like a bad boy or something so that's why."

"I see" Harry sighed, "You know I told Ron that one time I felt someone cut off a piece of my hair. Now I gotta tell him…" He remembered that he and Ron were fighting and Harry couldn't tell Ron what Callie had said.

"Something wrong?" Callie asked.

"No…well yes me and my best friend Ron Weasley aren't speaking to each other. He's mad because he thinks I entered the tournament and didn't tell him how to get your name in if you are underage. Hermione says he's tired of being in my shadow" Harry sighed.

"I guess I understand that. I don't necessarily agree with Ron's actions but I understand them. If he's truly your best friend Harry he'll come around." Callie assured, "But you still have to give me the real inside story on Harry Potter"

"How about you give me the inside story on Callie Anderson" Harry smirked lightly shoving her, "What as your life been like living in Watts?"

"You don't wanna hear my 'I'm so poor' sob story" Callie replied.

"No come on. It's about time someone other than me complained about their life" Harry chuckled.

(A/N: Warning huge monologue coming)

"fine you asked for it" Callie took a deep breath and began. 'Well my mother died giving birth to me and my father was laid off before I was born. We couldn't afford to live in the wizarding world of America so we live in the muggle world in Watts. We rented a 4 room apartment and two of those four were bedrooms, one was a kitchen, and the other was the den. We had not TV and very few appliances. I generally bought clothes from dollar stores or thrift stores. I tried once to get some clothes from a Roman Catholic Church that collected clothes for charity. The priest wouldn't give me them cause I'm apparently going to hell for being Jewish. So that night I snuck in the church and stole some clothes. I was desperate and I was going to hell anyways right? My dad worked two muggle jobs just so we could pay rent. My grandmother helped out a little around the house. She worked as a tailor at the cleaners. My brother and I both had jobs as well. When I was five I started going to muggle middle class neighborhoods and I'd sell lemonade and cookies in the summer and hot chocolate in the winter.

When I was nine I got a job working in a burger joint making less than minimum wage scrubbing the floors and cleaning the dishes. My brother worked there during the summer when he wasn't in school and then he worked there full time after he graduated. He got a bit more than minimum wage but not much. My dad by that time, when I was nine I mean, had gotten a job as an accountant at the American Ministry of Magic. The wizard money he earned there went to pay of the debts he owed my aunt. She paid for my brother's tuition at Pacific School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she paid for my tuition there. She's actually paying for my tuition at Beauxbatons now. Anyways, he owed her lots of money and her being the stingy woman she is charged him interest. Any muggle money we all earned at our jobs went to buying necessities. My grandmother died when I was ten. She died of natural causes which must have been a blessing seeing as she was a Holocaust survivor. She survived because of her singing ability. One day she had nothing left to sing so girl she met her age wrote song for my grandmother to sing so the songs would never run out. My grandmother returned the favor by telling one of the guard not to send her friend to the gas chambers and since the guard favored my grandmother he let her friend live and wouldn't let the other guards kill her either. They both survived and my brother and the friend's grandson Joey became good friends. But I digress.

So my grandmother died and I was really upset cause she and I were extremely close. I mean the woman trained me to sing and taught me to cook. When I was eleven, my father got promoted to head treasurer by the minister. He thought we'd finally be able to live a good life and pay of our debts. However, the minister was a corrupt conman and was stealing from the treasury. My dad noticed the missing money and confronted the minister. The minister of course bolted with the money and everyone in the ministry got laid off including my dad. So we went back to the way things were before with all of use working small muggle jobs. Then after 'the incident some months back we moved to France and my brother's friends came with us. They're all in this band called Spellbound and they're like family to us. We're staying in a country house my rich aunt owns there. It's one of many homes she inherited after her rich second husband Charles Abernathy died. He also died of natural causes seeing as the guy was ninety. My Aunt enrolled me in Beauxbatons so I learn to become a classy young woman. I doubt it'll work cause I'm happy with who I am. My dad and I haven't had a decent conversation in months and I finally snapped at him the day before I left for Beauxbatons. Now we aren't speaking to each other at all."

'Um wow" Harry said, "that was rather…descriptive"

"Hey you wanted to know. Look it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I mean I had my family so I was happy and at home but now."

"Now?" Harry pressed

"Now cause of 'the incident' the place I called home is gone" Callie sighed.

"What's 'the incident'?" Harry asked.

"I'd rather not talk about that right now. I mean I just met you and I'd rather tell you when I know you better" Callie replied.

"Oh sure" Harry nodded.

"Harry there you are" Hermione called running towards them. "Come on it's time for lunch"

"Okay thanks Hermione" Harry said getting up, "oh Hermione I'd like you to meet someone. Hermione this is Callie, Callie this is my other best friend her Hermione"

"You're the girl that Harry told me about who put Malfoy in his place. It's nice to meet you" Hermione said holding out a hand.

"Likewise" Callie replied shaking Hermione's hand. "Well I'd better go put this back and get to lunch. I'll see you in defense against the dark arts Harry. They have so few forth year Beauxbatons gals here so they put us in classes with Gryffindor and or Slytherin. Later"

"Bye" Harry said as he watched her run off.

Callie walked towards the Beauxbatons dorms when she heard someone call her. She turned to see her cousin and her friends which included Cho Chang. "what do you want Sharon?"

"I just wanted to say hi to my cousin is that a crime?" Sharon asked.

"It is for you" Callie answered. "Look I gotta go. Sharon. Cho" She glared at Cho.

"Callie" Cho replied glaring right back. The two had a history.

Callie pivoted and continued towards the dorms.

Later, Callie just managed to make it to DADA but because she came in so close to the bell she had to sit in the back. Moody, the teacher, came into the room and started writing on the board. Callie had to admit the guy gave her a bad vibe but she didn't really know why.

"Now" Moody said, "The ministry thinks it's a bad idea to teach you the unforgivables but I say that you need to be prepared and you need to know what coming at you. Miss Granger how many unforgivables are there?"

"Three, sir" She answered reluctantly.

"And they are so named because."

"Because they are unforgivable" Hermione answered again, "use of any one of these curses…"

"Will give you a one way ticket to Azkaban" Moody finished, "Anyone know any of the three?"

"My dad told me of one" Ron said, "the imperius curse"

Moody demonstrated it on a spider making it do things. Next he called on Neville to tell him another curse.

"The Cruciatus curse" Neville answered.

Moody demonstrated that curse on the spider as well. It made Neville flinch and close his eyes.

"STOP IT!" Hermione shouted, "Can't you see it's bothering him? STOP IT!"

Moody did stop and turned to Hermione, "can you name the last curse for us Miss Granger?"

Hermione shook her head so Moody turned to Callie. "Miss Anderson?"

"The killing curse" Callie answered not looking Moody.

He performed the curse on the spider killing it making Callie flinched and wince looking away from the spider. "No one has ever survived this curse except for one person. That person is Harry Potter"

Finally, class was over and Callie rushed out as quickly as possible. Neville was asked to stay behind. Ron left to walk to the next class alone but Hermione and Harry walked together towards their next class.

"That was a horrible lesson" Hermione finally said, "Showing those curses to a bunch of fourth years. I mean poor Neville and Callie.

"Yeah it was weird how she flinch when Moody demonstrated the killing curse" Harry said.

"I know" Hermione agreed, "Maybe she's saw someone she cared about die cause of that curse"

"Well she did say that she moved from LA to France because of 'the incident'. Maybe that's what happened. She saw someone she cared about get killed" Harry suggested.

"I guess that's possible" Hermione said, "Maybe she and her family wanted a new start after the death"

"Yeah I guess so" Harry agreed, "Come on lets get to class. McGonagall won't be happy if we're late"

So yeah there's a peak into Callie's past. Just so you guys know I'm not tryign to say she had a worse childhood than Harry cause she didn't. She just had to work hard is all. Like she said she didn't care where she lived or how rich or poor she was because she had her family who loved her and so long as she had them she felt at home but only now does she feel deprived because her family are weakening. Hope that makes sense. Anyways, I put up (am putting up) pics of some of the OC's you're reading about in my profile so you can get a visualization of the characters. Until next time. Shalom!