I've decided to upload a chapter a night for a few days for this story. I hope everyone reading enjoys, and remember to review, favorite, follow, whatever.

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Al lay awake that night, thinking of the Ravenclaw girl. He remembered every flaw that he saw, every perfection.

I haven't even met her and I think I'm in love.

That crazy thought went through his mind hundreds of times until he fell asleep.

As Al, James, and their friends walked down to the Great Hall, he watched every face that passed him. He knew she had to be somewhere, and he had to get to her before James. He searched for her charcoal black hair, her lace up boots, the glint of the Ravenclaw badge.

"Hey look, there's Tara." Al looked at where his brother was looking and saw her as he remembered. Perfection. He looked at James and saw him getting ready to go and introduce himself.

"James." Al always had a calm voice, but this one was filled with anxiousness.

"What Al? I'm just gonna introduce myself to my new girlfriend." Al's eyes flashed with anger.

"James, please don't." James snickered.

"What? You gonna stop me? S'not like you have the guts to go and talk to her yourself." He was right, Al didn't have the guts. But he didn't want James romancing her and then dumping her like every other girl.

Al looked back over to where she had been standing and saw she sat down on a ledge, rummaging through her bag for something.

"Now's my chance." James headed over to where she was sitting before Al could stop him.

"Need help looking for anything?" James asked, leaning against the wall next to her.

"Ah, James Potter. I bet a hero like you could so help me." James grinned.

"So you've heard of me? I mean, my dad did save the world and everything." She gave him a slight smile.

"Well pretty boy, it could also be your reputation of being a player." James frowned.

"I'm not a player, all the girls just love me. And you could be my number one." James gave a sly smile, eyes questioning.

"Any girl with half a brain would know to stay away. Now why don't you run along back to your girlfriends and leave me be?" James sighed.

"You're giving up a real good opportunity." She laughed.

"Yeah, you're a real catch." James huffed and left to return to his group.

"Turned me down. Bet she's already taken. You can have her Al." James turned on his heal and stormed the other way, away from the Great Hall.

Throughout the day, Al kept his eye out for the Ravenclaw girl. He noticed she didn't talk to anyone, but kept to herself. She didn't seem like she had a boyfriend, but he could be wrong on that. He spent every class thinking of what he could say to her, and how he would catch up to her to begin the conversation.

James probably ruined my chances. If I could just get her somewhere alone from everyone. Could follow her and see where she goes. Nah, that's creepy. I want to come off as someone she wants to date, not run from.

He watched her for the rest of the day, until it was dinner. He waited outside the hall until he saw her walking down the corridor, a notebook in hand. She turned right and walked outside, not noticing him. He followed her, waiting for his chance. That's when he saw it. Her quill of sorts fell from her book. He ran over and picked it up, catching up with her.

"Hey! Uh hi. You um, dropped this." She turned and took the quill from him, nodding her thanks.

"I'm Albus by the way. Uh, Albus Potter." She laughed slightly, an annoyed look coming on to her face.

"Another Potter, huh? Did your brother set you up to this? Cause you can tell him to-" He stopped her mid sentence.

"No no. James didn't tell me to talk to you. I actually wanted to talk to you for a few days, but my brother had to be a git about me noticing you and asked you out." She smiled slightly, looking down.

"You noticed me a few days ago?" He nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"Well Potter, if you want to make a better impression, we could walk for a bit. Get to know each other." He nodded, wide eyed. She started walking again, motioning for him to follow.

"Not many guys notice me. Surprised a Potter noticed me. Two to add to it." He looked at his feet while he walked.

"Well, I don't know how I didn't notice you before. I mean you're so-" He stopped talking, getting sense of what he was saying.

"So what? Odd?" He shook his head.

"Then what?" He shrugged.

"Well, pretty, I guess." She looked over at him, dazed.

"I'm sorry. That was such a stupid thing to say." He put his hands in his pockets and looked back at his feet. She smiled.

"I've never gotten a compliment before. Just my dad telling me I'm a screw up." Al looked over again.

"Your dad called you a screw up? That's kinda messed up." She shrugged.

"Guess I'm used to it. My mom died when I was young. Don't remember her much. After she passed, my dad packed us up and moved us from the States to London. Things went downhill when I was eight. Dad lost his job. Resorted to drinking. I remember always seeing your family in the paper." She had looked over at him, studying his face.

"So what's your story? I mean, I know your parents story, like everyone else, but never heard of their kids lives." He looked around, seeing the setting sun over the lake.

"Well, I've got a brother, who've you met, and a younger sister, Lily. Grew up in a house in the outskirts of Godrics Hallow. My family is giant. Every Christmas we always get together and have a big party, so we're all pretty close." She looked down at her shoes.

"Guess your life has been a lot better than mine, huh?" He looked at her.

"Your life'll get better. My mum always says everything works out the way it's supposed to." She looked up.

"Never thought about it like that." He shrugged. They came to a big oak tree and sat down together at the base, looking at the setting sun.

"Since my mom died when I was young, I don't remember much about her. But I remember distantly when she would take me to this hill, over looking the ocean. It would always be sunset when she would take me. That's the best memory I have of her. Just wish I could remember more." Al looked at her glum face, and idea growing.

"Have you ever heard of a pensive?" She looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah. You put in a memory and you can view them over. Why?" He started to smile.

"Well, I can try and see if we can use one from Headmaster Tonks. My family knows her pretty well, and you can see the memories of your mum again." She smiled.

"I'm glad I let you walk with me Potter. Maybe not all of you are as dim as people say." He felt hurt, but then realized she was kidding.

"Well, we should head back. Dinner should be ending soon." He offered her a hand up, but she shook her head.

"I'm just going to stay here for a while. Write in my journal. See you around though, Potter." He smiled at her and started to walk away.

"Wait," He turned around and walked back towards her.

"What?"

"I never got your name." She smiled.

"Tara. Tara Langley."