Once Again Home
Over the summer you bonded with Castor and taught him to say words like Mama, and George. As you and Draco need your school supplies(sadly he was accepted into Hogwarts), you go to Diagon Alley towards the end of the summer and find a little surprise awaiting for you. “George! It's so good to see you! How was your summer?” to find a much-taller-than-you redhead turn around and hug you instantly. “Celeste! So good to see you! My summer has been great, but how was yours?” You look down at Castor and say “Pretty good, and how is Ron? It’s his and Draco’s first year.” “Oh, Wow-um yeah Ron is feeling pretty good about it” George said with a grin and a blush seeping into his face. He brought you and Castor to Molly when Draco had to pick up his wand, soon after to disappear with Fred. “I wonder where the twins went off to” you say and Molly has a brightened look on her face. “I’m not sure” she said while looking over your shoulder. When you turned around George was carrying an absolutely gorgeous owl with astonishing browns in its feathers. “Oh it's gorgeous!” you told him. “I’m glad you like her, she's yours! I know you don't have your own owl so me, Fred, Scarlette, Violet, and Ava saved up for one! Her name is Soren, which means Rose.” “Merlin George! I love her!” You said and just barely managed a kiss on his cheek even on your tippy toes causing him to blush wildly. Castor waved a little hello to George, who waved back at him and was all around sweet. The Weasleys had finished their shopping, and Narcissa and Draco came back, so you continued your journey for school supplies. When you arrived at Malfoy Manor, you immediately got packing. Although you wouldn't be back where you belong for at least a week more, you decided to get ahead on it. You had more bad moons, but definitely not the worst. You thought about George and how amazing he always looked and acted… You could get lost in his eyes, and his fiery red hair. You two had liked each other for about 2 years now, but never really did anything. You felt a little impulsive as usual, but about starting something you and George both wanted. The upside would be dating the person you loved, but the downside would be if you had broken up you would not only break his heart but also burn the bridge of a friendship you never wanted to lose even until the end of eternity.
Narcissa and Lucious had seen the both of you off on the platform, and when you had gotten into a compartment and situated the glorious bird you had refused to depart with, the twins, Lee, Scarlette, Violet, and Ava had wandered and when there was no room, you noticed that Ava and Scarlette had acted a little bit like they would have enjoyed the privacy, so you had taken Violet, the twins, and Lee to another compartment. You had guessed they were dating, and it is important for them to have bonds like no other so you left them to their devices. You got to show Violet your owl, and she was astounded. She congratulated George for knowing how to pick such an exquisite bird, and Fred replied with “Let’s just face it, when it comes to Celeste there's almost nothing it seems he doesn't!” which had seemed to make both you and George blush simultaneously.
The rest of the ride there, you began to organize your notes about Cerise, and you noticed something felt off. Your vision clouded with a glowing blue mist, and then you saw a group. All happy and smiling with a girl that looked similar to how you looked when you were little. They were maby 20, with a 3 year old? There was a man with wavy black hair hugging a man with mousy brown hair and scars almost identical to yours that was holding the girl, someone with brown untidy hair and glasses, a woman with blond curls, another woman with brown skin and even more curly brown hair, and a man on the side with mousy brown hair to the side of a flaming redheaded woman. You had recognised some of them to be James Potter, Lily Potter, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonald, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. But there was an unfamiliar face there, the one with the scars. You never heard of anyone else that knew the others, but that made you want to dig deeper into the mystery. Suddenly your vision went back to the mist and then back to normal. You had realized you were staring at the photo of the girl, and had 4 worried faces staring right at you. “Woah, are you alright? You seem paler than Nick! And he’s a ghost!” Fred had said. “Yeah I'm fine, I think I had a vision? It was a photo with this girl, which had the Potters, Pettigrew, Black, Mckinnon, and Mary Macdonald. There was also an unfamiliar face.” “Are you sure it was a vision? Maybe you should ask the Divination teacher. I believe you said you wanted to do Divination this year anyways. I mean, if it was me I would ask her! You have no idea what it could be.” said Violet “That's a point you’ve got there Vi, but I dont think it’s a vision. A vision is like seeing the future, but I think I saw the past.” you replied and worried looks and nods came from the others.
At the sorting ceremony Ron made it to Gryffindor, Draco made Slytherin, and a boy named Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor as well. The boy who lived, in my own house! There was another one, they had been talking to Hermione Granger who was also placed into Gryffindor. This seemed like a good year. Wood had come to you saying that they needed you on the team this year, and you agreed but since there were 3 extra spots, you agreed only if Fred and George could try for the other spots. When he excitedly agreed, you set up a time for the first practice and for George and Fred to try out. In 3rd year, you are allowed to take some electives, so you had chosen Muggle Studies and Divination. The tryouts went great and they both made the team. In the first week, Professor McGonagall had put Harry on the quidditch team, and now he was Wood’s pet. You had taken to being a Chaser with the twins. On your first match against Slytherin, you had gotten a lot of goals, and when Harry caught the snitch, it may have been because it flew into his mouth. Your painful transformations had become a routine, the pain you got used to feeling. Each month, it was feeling the horrid feeling of your bones twisting, and pulling, and rearranging, the aching of your joints, then the piercing and fire-like feeling of transforming back. You regularly get headaches before and after the transformation, and your hip has decided to hurt even when it isn't even close to the moon. Your leg sometimes hurts really badly, and one time in the common room when you were resting it without the prosthetic you got up to get something not even thinking that the phantom feeling of your leg had not been real. You had fallen and George had carefully helped you back onto the couch, constantly asking if you were alright and refusing to leave your side after.