3 A.M. (Oliver Wood) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Fourteen: Sixth Year

Dear Celeste,

I know you didn't want me to write back to you, and I know you want me to pretend you don't exist, but I can't. I've been seeing how you're acting around the school for the last couple of weeks. It honestly hurts to see how down you are, and I really don't want to leave you like that.

Protecting me is not your job. I can't protect myself, and my friends know how to use protection spells as well. I understand that you want to protect Draco though, and if you'd allow me, I'd still like to help you protect him as well. I can avoid Mattheo to the best of my ability, but as long as he doesn't catch us, no one will believe the two girls.

I don't want you to feel alone, Celeste. Believe it or not, you were my friend, and the boys seen you as a friend as well. We don't want to forget about you. You're too important to forget. You have so much that could work out for you, all you have to do is believe in yourself. First step in our process is trying to stay with whatever friendship we have, without anyone finding out. We can progress our steps from there.

- Oliver'

Celeste somewhat liked Oliver's idea, but she knew that it wouldn't be easy. After reading the parchment, she gave the boy a discreet nod, before she stuffed the parchment into her pocket. She wanted to keep it hidden from everyone, meaning she had to make sure it didn't fall out at all until once she finally got to her dorm. She could hide the parchment easier once she was in her dorm.

As soon as class was over, Celeste stood from her seat and practically ran out of the room. She went straight to her dorm, and shoved the parchment under all her clothes. As long as the parchment stayed under the clothes, there was less of a chance of anyone finding it.

After the slight adrenaline rush she recieved from running to her dorm, Celeste climbed into her bed and pulled out a book. She needed to have time to calm down and think about everything. She didn't want to make any promises to Oliver, especially since she knew she could easily break her promises, even if it wasn't on purpose.

Celeste had never purposely broken a promise, not to any of her friends or Draco, her aunt and uncle were a different story. Hell, she'd probably break promises to her own parents if they were anything like Lucius and Narcissa. She believed her mother definitely was, since Lucius had talk so highly about his sister, even after she had shagged a "blood traitor," and birthed his child.

While she was laying in her bed, she heard a light knock on the door. Standing up, she walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Pansy. Pansy still idolized the older Malfoy, even when Gretchen and Regina swore the Malfoy was a "blood traitor." Most of the Slytherins believed the two girls were insane and jealous of Celeste.

"Draco said this letter came for you. He didn't open it, and I promise I didn't either. He said the owl found him outside, since it couldn't find you." Pansy said, and Celeste nodded.

"Thank you, Pansy. I'm grateful for yours and Draco's help. Please pass on the thanks." Celeste replied, as she grabbed the letter with a smile.

"You're welcome, and I will. Have a good day, Celeste!" Pansy called, as she turned and walked away.

Celeste quickly shut the dorm door once again, before go back over to her bed. She careful opened the letter, not wanting to damage whatever could be inside. Just from feeling the outside of the envelope, she knew it wasn't just a letter. Anyhow, opening the letter, a small picture and a silver necklace fell out.

'I found this the other day when I was going through my things. The necklace belonged to your mother, and she gave it to your father right before you were born. She wanted him to keep it for you, but since he couldn't, I did. The picture is of your mother and father. They didn't know the picture was taken, but it was the only one we ever captured. I figured you would want the picture and the necklace. You might not know who I am, but I can promise you that if you ever need someone to talk to or you need help, no matter what kind, you can send me an owl, and I'll be there for you.

- Moony'

Celeste felt a smile rush to her face as she held the necklace in her hand. Carefully, she clasped the necklace around her neck, before she glanced down at the picture that was laying on her bed. In the picture, a platinum blonde girl, who was rather short, with a similar body structure to Celeste, stared over at a boy beside her. The girl wore a smirk on her face, and the boy wore a cheeky grin. The boy had dark hair, which was down to his shoulders, and he was taller than the girl, and was way more muscular.

The boy wore what would be considered "muggle attire," which was a shirt with a muggle band logo on the front and dark colored jeans, with a leather jacket to tie it all together. The girl wore a black and green skirt, with a black long sleeve top, and the necklace Celeste was now wearing. Celeste felt a tear drop from her eye, but she simply ignored it.

Once again, Celeste read over the letter, and she really wondered who this "Moony" person was. He would always send her a book, and a couple of times he sent her a chocolate bar. "Moony" seemed to know her mother and father, and surprisingly he seemed to really care for Celeste. Celeste wanted to know who the man was, so she could know if she could trust him. If she could, she may have finally found a way to get away from the hell on earth that she called her home...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I don't know if witches and wizards believe in hell, but you know what, I feel like they would enjoy the concept of someone burning in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity once they died. I think the Death Eaters would like the idea the most.

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