Author's Note: Special cameo from someone who at one point meant the world to me. No longer, since we haven't spoken in possibly three to four years, but this chapter is nice to read and think back upon. Enjoy.

Featuring Luke

I climbed onto the couch and rolled over, my stomach aching. I clutched it and started to throw up in to the garbage violently, my contacts moving about in my eyes and my mouth opening and closing.

"Harry?" I looked up and saw Hermione, dressed in a long white slip dress leaning against the door frame.

"What's wrong?" she asked, walking in. I coughed up once more before I wiped my mouth and sat up.

"I have no idea," I said, staring at my feet. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw 6 empty bottles of Firewhisky lying on the table. I opened my eyes widely.

"I'm...drunk?" I asked, horrified. Hermione flinched at the words and frowned.

"Yeah, you kind of kissed me...violently...last night," she murmured shyly. "You were shoving your tongue down my throat."
I let my hands slip down my legs and bent my head, crying. I was so stupid.

Hermione sat beside me and carefully avoided the garbage can, her mouth shut tight to avoid puking herself. She rubbed my back and pulled me in to a comforting hug. I cried in her arms, feeling like a wimp, until she cried as well. I stopped crying and wrapped my arms around her as she sank in to my chest. Her heavy tears fell in to my shirt, but they soaked into my heart and made me want to cry again.

I stroked Hermione's hair, running my fingers through it gingerly and kissing her head. Then, I heard a knock at the door. Hermione looked up and together, we saw a tall dirty blonde haired boy with spikes in his hair leaning against the door frame, dressed in baggy black jeans and a grey shirt. His shoe laces were untied and trailed behind him like wiggly snakes. He had piercing blue eyes and slightly tanned skin.

"Sorry, did I disturb something?" he asked with a sly grin. I stood up and rubbed Hermione's hand.

"Who are you?" I asked calmly. The guy laughed and gave me another sly smirk.

"I'm Luke. I'm a student from the United States that just found out I was a wizard. A bit late, huh?" he said. Hermione seemed to be mesmerized with his eyes. Luke stretched out his hand to shake mine.

"Harry...Harry Potter," I said, shaking his outstretched hand.

His eyes turned big and I rolled mine. "Harry...Harry Potter? Is it really you?" he asked. I nodded and sighed, shaking my head secretly at Hermione. She giggled and smiled.

"Wow, neat. And you are..." he said, staring at Hermione like she was a chocolate bar.

"Hermione Granger," she said. Luke smiled and turned back to me.

"So, where's the boy's dorm?" he asked, bending down to pick up three bags and his trolley. I led Luke up to my dorm and set him up a new bed.

"So, how old are you?" I asked. Luke sat in his bed, sinking in.

"17, like you. But I learned how to do some charms and stuff while I was at home. My parents just thought it would be a good idea." He ran his fingers along the edge of the bed.

I nodded and sat down beside him. "So, do you want to hang around with Ron, Hermione and I?" I asked.

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "Ron?"

"That's our other friend," I explained. Just as I said this, the dorm door flew open and Ron stood there, gasping for air.

"Pig...got...away," he said breathlessly, his hand shaking from the tiny owl clutched inside it. He opened Pig's cage and stuffed the tiny owl in it, locking it tightly and falling on his bed.

"Hey, who are you?" he said, looking at Luke. Smiling, Luke introduced himself.

"Luke? Weird name," he said. Luke glared at him steadily, but merely shrugged it off.

"Why do you guys have owls? I have a cat. Felix!" Luke called. Out of the corner of the room, a handsome white and golden faced cat walked up to Luke, a black studded collar around his neck. He was long haired and his hair was cleaned and clear white. The cat leaped in to Luke's lap and
curled in to him, his dark blue eyes closed.

"Felix is one of those bewitched cats. He can turn invisible when he's scared or told to. Watch." Luke stepped on Felix's tail lightly and the cat pounced in the air and disappeared.

"Felix!" The cat pounced out of the carpet and landed in Luke's lap.

"Awesome, eh?" Luke said. Hermione was at the door, smiled widely and examined Felix while I stood at the door frame with my back against it.

"So Luke, are you coming for breakfast?" I asked. Smiling, Luke stood up and put Felix back in to a red and golden weaved basket with matching pillow. We walked out the door and down the stairs.

I watched Luke carefully as we walked. Ron was behind us, Luke and I were walking side by side and Hermione in front. I watched Luke out of the corner of my eye and saw him staring at Hermione's rear while she walked. Gritting my teeth, I made a low growling noise.

No one would steal her away from me.