A/N Hi everyone,

First, thank you to Professor McGonagal, CrystalShardz64, and xGred-Forgex for following my story, have fun reading this chapter. Thank you very much to for their fantastic reviews, so credit goes to them if this chapter is better than the others haha! Also, on a sidenote, has anyone had trouble with their traffic count? Mine seems to be showing an error…

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The bathtub in the girls bathroom was large, big enough that Olivia could lie herself flat along it underneath the water. It took almost a half an hour to fill it up, but as far as she was concerned, it was completely worth it. Sinking into the blistering heat of the water, she poured various oils and gels into the water that sat in the cabinet until the water had turned a pleasant lavender colour with a matching scent.

As she sat in the bath, she took the opportunity to look at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her pale skin was flushed red with the heat, and her blonde curls stuck to her forehead. Nothing about her face stood out. Olivia's nose was rather large, and upturned, with hundreds of freckles dotting both it and her cheeks, that she painstakingly covered with foundation most mornings. The freckles also covered her arms, but she had conceded defeat against those and tried her best to ignore them. She had a small mouth and lots of teeth. The one thing that her grey eyes found in the mirror that she liked about her appearance was her hair. Untameable and wild, her blonde curls stuck up in every direction and grew far down her back. The only time that they agreed to Olivia's terms was when they were wet. At the moment, her hair lay slick and shiny around her, and on the rare occasion that Olivia took a bath and not a shower, she liked to look at herself with straight hair for once.

It was a Saturday morning, and Olivia found it easiest to get up early in order to have the bathroom to herself. After around nine am, it would be crowded with the four girls who lived in the dorm fighting over the mirror and the sink. As the clock ticked towards seven however, the other three residents slept on.

Slowly, she stood up, and reached for a towel to dry herself with. Without warning, she felt a sudden rush of nausea and she staggered towards the toilet, waves of sickness taking her over. After she had finished retching, she immediately tried to brush her teeth to get rid of the taste of bile. She couldn't think of anything that she could have eaten that might have set off her stomach, nor could she think of anyone she knew who was sick. It must have simply been a bug.

The nausea was leaving her now, and she began to dry herself properly and put on clothes, preparing for the day. Fred, George and Katie had Quidditch practise so she would likely sit at the side of the pitch and watch the three of them. Her mind wandered back to the weird feeling in her stomach she had felt when Fred had winked at her at the beginning of last week. She hadn't felt anything like it again when they were hanging out normally, had she? Maybe it was the bug that made her feel like that then. Stubbornly, she put it out of her head, and refused to think on it anymore.

The breakfast table was surprisingly busy for so early in the morning. Olivia had been planning to grab some fruit and go for a walk, but as she leant over some third years, she overheard their conversation. 'He was seen really near, in Hogsmeade!' said a boy she thought might have been called Dean.

'Excuse me? Who was seen?' she inquired and Dean turned to his friend with a grim expression on his face.

'Sirius Black. Apparently he was spotted by some aurors who were patrolling alongside the dementors.'

'Yeah,' nodded the blonde boy sitting next to him. 'Here, it's in the Prophet,' he said, passing Olivia the newspaper. She scanned the article quickly, an image of Black alongside it. His eyes were sunken, and he looked like he was beating at the walls of the photo, trying to get out.

'According to a witness, known killer Sirius Black was seen climbing over a fence in the back garden of a residence in Hogsmeade Village. Mr Bletchley, whose garden Black was thought to be seen in, could not be reached for comment.'

Immediately, Olivia rushed to the Owlery, pulling a quill out of her robe pocket as she tore up the stairs, desperate to write to her parents. Of course, if there had been anything truly horrific that had happened, the Prophet would have reported it, but still her parents well being weighed heavily on her mind. Panting hard, she reached the top of the steps, scrawling a quick note and calling down an owl from the rafters.

'Dear Mum and Dad

Saw the papers. Did you see Black? Are you okay?

Write back soon

Love Olivia.'

It was no work of art, but as long as she heard something from them she would feel better. The owlery door swung open, and Fred Weasley stood outside it, a piece of parchment in his hand.

'Did you see the paper?' she asked quickly, and he nodded.

'I guessed you would come here to send a letter to the shop. The map proved me right,' Fred said, gesturing to the piece of parchment. 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine. I just worry about them, I mean neither of them are particularly skilled duellers and they're on their own in the shop all day…'

'I'd want to know if it was my family too,' he said, sitting down on a bench and Olivia joined him as the bird soared away with her letter. 'Plus, your family has been contributing to my food supply since I was considerably shorter.' Olivia smiled and reached into her pockets and pulled out two bars of chocolate, handing one to Fred.

'Here. I completely forgot about them but I haven't had any breakfast and I'm kind of starving.' Fred was barely listening as he tore open the silver paper and crammed the chocolate into his mouth, taking a huge bite and chewing with a grin on his face. 'Thath the srtuff,' he said through the chocolate, and Olivia laughed, taking a bite out of her own bar. 'Damn, I haven't got one for George now,' she said and Fred laughed.

'I think you're allowed to eat your own chocolate, George will simply have to cope.' Fred's long legs stretched over the floor as he slumped in his seat, chewing happily. In comparison, Olivia's short legs barely touched the floor. The two sat quietly, eating their chocolate, and Olivia broke the silence by voicing her worry out loud. 'Do you think Sirius Black will bring You-Know-Who to Hogwarts?' Fred screwed up his face a little in confusion.

'Why do you ask?'

'Because it's been annoying me. I mean, does Hogwarts have protection against intruders?'

'There's the dementors, the teachers… Personally, I'd put a bet on the whomping willow over just about anything, even You-Know-Who. Imagine if he tried to sneak in and the willow just thwacked him round the head! Maybe all we need to do is concuss him and then sneak him away to Azkaban. Look, you can see it from here,' said Fred, standing up and pulling his friend to her feet. They walked to the window and gazed out, where the whomping willow was indeed swaying gently in the morning breeze. A tall, burly boy was walking across the grounds with a broomstick on his back, and Fred swore.

'Quidditch practise! I forgot, Wood's making us start practising at ridiculous times in the morning in order to win because it's his last year. Come with me?' Fred asked her.

'Sure, but if Wood tries to get me to fly at people again for 'practising defence' I am leaving immediately.'

'I can't guarantee he won't, he's always been a bit of a nut but this year will definitely be his worst.'

Olivier Wood worked his team hard. All of the fliers were as strong as each other for certain, there was no weak link. The three chasers, Angelina, Alicia and Katie flew seamlessly, weaving in between one another as they passed back and forth, racking up goals within minutes. When Oliver was goalkeeping however, it was rare that they got the Quaffle past him, as he could interpret which lunge towards a goalpost was a feint, and which was real.

Harry Potter was built even smaller than Olivia was, and looked as though a good gust of wind might blow him over. The fact he was so light however meant that he flew fastest out of all seven players, zooming from one end of the pitch to the other. Olivia privately thought they might have got a seeker who didn't wear glasses if vision was so important, but didn't share her thoughts as she was no Quidditch goddess herself.

Fred and George were always a force to be reckoned with, so it was no surprise that that was actually what appeared on the pitch too. They beat bludgers at each other furiously, passing between themselves until they decided to knock one at a team-mate for good measure.

Olivia enjoyed watching their practising, and it was clear that they were working hard. However, despite Wood almost completely losing his temper at the twins, they continued to fly over Olivia's head, swooping over her and annoying her as she worked on her homework. As their practise finished, Katie flew over and sat down next to Olivia while the rest of the team went to the changing rooms. Her green eyes were filled with worry and before she opened her mouth, Olivia had spoken.

'My parents are fine, don't worry.' Katie sighed with relief.

'Oh thank Merlin, all I heard was that Black was in Hogsmeade and obviously I thought of you first. Have you heard from them?'

'No, not yet. But the Prophet would have said something if there was anything worth worrying about.'

'That's true,' nodded Katie, pulling her hair out of the hair tie she was keeping it up in. 'Will you go see them?'

'No, not yet. I mean, the next Hogsmeade visit will be soon and it'll be so easy to go see them then, so I don't really see the point in going to McGonagall and making a huge fuss, you know?' Olivia said.

'True. Also,' said Katie, her eyes narrowing, 'what's this I hear about Rodger Davies ending up in the hospital wing with a giant tongue?' She looked like she was trying her best to be disapproving, but was clearly repressing a smile.

'I wouldn't know anything about that Katie. It's not in my nature to interfere with people's love lives,' Olivia said, pretending to examine her nails.

'Yeah, and we wouldn't know anything about it either, Bell.' The two voices from behind them indicated the arrival of the twins back onto the pitch, who had just finished changing. She gave the two boys a stern look but her giggling punctured it, and although she tried, she couldn't keep a straight face. 'You three will be the death of me,' she said, shaking her head. Katie waved goodbye to Olivia and leaped neatly over the barrier, walking off to the changing room past the twins, who she high fived. 'Come on then Liv, hurry up, I want my lunch,' groaned George.

'I'm coming, I'm coming!' She clambered down the seats and jumped the last step, straight into a mud puddle, completely soaking both Fred and George.

'You did that on purpose!' they cried in outrage.

'No, I didn't, but I wish I had!' she said, turning her head to the side as if admiring her work. The boys looked at each other, before smiling two identical, evil grins.

'No!'

Both twins jumped at the same time, splashing her with a huge amount of mud before Fred had lifted up the soaked Olivia by her middle, carrying her in a fireman's lift as she kicked out and swore at them both. 'Let me down! Let me go, you morons!'

'Sorry, no can do Liv,' George said cheerfully, strolling along beside his brother.

'George,' Fred said in mock astonishment, 'I think we might have got a splash of dirt on her robes.' George turned to Fred and pressed his hand into Fred's hair, his fist clenching a large clump of earth which crumbled all over his twin like an egg breaking. Fred sprinted after George who was laughing hysterically while Olivia bumped off his back still cursing them both.

A/N Aw. Friendship. So this wasn't a particularly dramatic chapter, but that won't be the case for the next chapter… hehe.

Hope you all enjoyed, and I will see you next time!