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

Chapter One: Seventh Year

Celeste was terrified of starting her seventh and final year of Hogwarts. This year would be the last year of semi- independence before she was handed over to Ethan Rosier on a silver platter. Over the summer, Celeste was starved, tortured, and overly-beautified by her aunt. She didn't know what she had done to be tortured, other than the one day she had an extra glass of water, instead of sticking to the normal six glasses. She wasn't allowed anymore than that, so she could keep down her water weight.

She hadn't heard from any of her friends, except for Mattheo. Technically she really didn't class Gretchen and Regina as her friends anymore, but she would usually get at least one letter from both of them, even if the letters were snooty. She had recieved a letter from Ethan though, but the letter was not nice or even remotely welcoming. He was mostly telling her to act right, or there would be consequences for her later.

Anyhow, two days before she had to leave for Hogwarts, she heard murmurs about an Azkaban prisoner that escaped. His name was Sirius Black, and she knew then that her father had escaped Azkaban. She didn't know the full extent to what he had done or why he was in Azkaban, but she knew it had something to do with Harry Potter. At least, that's what she heard over the years from small snippets of eavesdropping on her aunt and uncle.

The moment she was able to get away from the manor, she packed her things and practically ran to the platform. Draco wasn't even as impatient as she was, but he also didn't have to get married the moment he was done with school this year either. He had no cares in the world really, other than being the perfect Slytherin pureblood, and Celeste knew he could do that with his eyes closed.

Over the summer, Draco had seemed to become more closed off, and even a bit standoffish, but she felt like this behavior was caused by Lucius. The man had been trying to push more and more for Draco to start acting like a "pureblood," even though Celeste really didn't see how Draco could act anymore "perfect" than he already was. Obviously Celeste tried to combat everything her uncle was teaching her cousin, but there was only so much she could do to deter the boy.

Making her way on to the Hogwarts Express, she swore she could feel eyes on her. When she looked around, she didn't really see anyone. Rolling her eyes, she went to her compartment and placed her things on to the luggage rack. She sat down and stared out the window, as she watched all of the other students with their families. She wished she could have a mother and father that loved her, but she knew that was never going to happen. Her mother was dead, and she believed her father was not going to risk being around her.

Celeste didn't know much about her father, and when she had asked about him, she was given very rude and dismissive answers. Lucius would say he was scum, a blood traitor, and a no good Gryffindor. Narcissa would tell her that the man was disowned by his own family for everything he'd done wrong in his past, and that Celeste would do best not following in her father's footsteps. She never really learned what that meant, since no one would tell her exactly what he did or what he had been capable of.

Celeste was pulled out of her thoughts momentarily, when Mattheo came into the compartment. He threw his stuff into the luggage rack, closed the compartment door, and plopped down on the seat in front of Celeste. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she knew he wasn't the same Mattheo that he was before summer. Something had happened, but she didn't want to pry and make him more upset.

As they rode in silence, Celeste could feel herself falling asleep. She hadn't gotten much rest since the beginning of summer, so she knew once she was in Hogwarts, she'd be able to sleep better. When her eyes had finally closed, she felt the train jolt to a stop. Sitting up, she looked around and watched as the lights on the train began to go out.

"What's going on?" Celeste asked, causing Mattheo to shrug.

"I don't know," He replied, standing up from his spot,"I'm going to take a look," He added, as he opened the door to the compartment.

Celeste slowly stood, before she joined him at the door. She and Mattheo looked around for a moment, but they really didn't see much.

"Something must be wrong with the train," Mattheo murmured, before he closed the compartment door again.

He and Celeste sat down across from each other once more, and Celeste glanced at the window. Her eyes widened when she seen the window frosting.

"Something's out there," Mattheo commented, as he also glanced out the window.

"What is it?" Celeste asked, but Mattheo didn't answer.

Well, Mattheo didn't have an answer. He couldn't tell what was outside, since the window was too frosted, and the rain was making it hard for him to see. When Celeste seen something coming up on their compartment, she quickly backed herself into the corner of her seat and buried her face in her knees.

"Dementors," Mattheo whispered, but Celeste had heard him.

She wondered what dementors were doing on the train. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew she was scared. Dementors were known to make people feel like they'd never be happy again, and Celeste believed she didn't need any help with that. She was already depressed and upset.

"It's gone," Mattheo said, causing Celeste to move back to how she had originally been sitting before the dementor was spotted.

"Something isn't right this year, Mattheo," Celeste commented, and Mattheo simply nodded in agreement.

Neither teenager knew what was going on, but they knew something wasn't right. Once the train was moving again, Celeste couldn't help but hope they'd get answers at Hogwarts...