Chapter Twelve: Seventh Year

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Going back to Hogwarts, Celeste held her head high. She stood at the platform waiting for kids to move so she could board the train. When she looked over, she spotted Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa. Draco gave the girl a discreet smile, but when Lucius and Narcissa seen her, they glared at her. Well, it was more Lucius, but she could tell Narcissa was glaring, too. As she walked on to the train, she spotted Mattheo, but she didn't sit with him. He had shook his head, telling her to leave, mostly because he didn't want her tormented. He was also somewhat mad at her for being a blood traitor.

Instead of letting that bother her though, she simply kept walking until she found Oliver, Percy, Weston, and Danny. She quickly entered their compartment and closed the door. Three of the four looked at her surprised, but Oliver looked at her with a smile.

"I did it!" She cheered slightly, causing the others to smile.

"You left?" Percy asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, I did. I had to get away, and I found an opportunity and took it. I'm disowned by the Malfoys now, but I'm fine with that," Celeste replied, making Weston look at her with furrowed brows.

"Where are you living now?" He asked, as the others listened as well.

"I'm living with my godfather, and you'd never guess who that is," She commented, causing them to chuckle.

"Who? Is it Dumbledore?" Danny asked, causing the girl to scoff.

"As if," She retorted,"Actually, it's Professor Lupin. He told me everything at the Leaky, then he brought me to his place and let me stay with him. He said I can stay as long as I want, but I don't know how long that will be. I kind of want to travel the world for a bit, y'know?" She said, and the others nodded.

"Even though you're not in quidditch this year, I heard Mcgonagall say the Holyhead Harpies are looking into you. I know it's kind of far, but now that you're free, you should definitely look into trying out for their team," Oliver commented, causing her eyes to widen.

"Are you for real?!" She exclaimed, and he nodded.

"Yes, he's been telling us about it for weeks. He didn't tell you, because he didn't want to upset you," Percy said, as he watched Celeste grin.

"You'll have to talk to Mcgonagall though, she was the one with the letters," Weston commented, and Celeste shrugged.

"No matter," Celeste replied,"I'm too excited to care that it's Mcgonagall. Honestly, now that I'm away from the Malfoys, I'll probably like her a bit more," Celeste added, causing the boys to chuckle.

"Are you still going to talk to Draco?" Percy asked, and Celeste nodded.

"I'm not leaving him behind. Honestly, I almost didn't leave because of him, but he convinced me that it was my safest option. As long as I stay in touch with him, and one day save him from the manor when he needs it, he and I will be fine. He's like my little brother, Percy, I'll always love him and protect him, even if he starts to hate me because of his parents," Celeste said, causing Percy to smile slightly.

The rest of the ride to Hogwarts went by quickly, and Celedte had even gotten herself some sweets off the trolley. When the train stopped, she walked off of it with Oliver and his friends. She didn't care what everyone thought anymore. She was finally happy with who she was, for now. She couldn't be any happier, but she knew she wasn't going to be quite as happy once she went back into Hogwarts.

The entire Slytherin house called her a blood traitor when they seen her, even the first years. Draco was unable to talk to her, mostly because his friends were a bunch of snitches who would get him in trouble. Mattheo wouldn't speak to her, since he didn't want to be grouped as a blood traitor. She loved Mattheo, but she understood that he wasn't going to ruin his own life to stay friends with her.

Once the other houses began to hear what had happened, Celeste became a bit more popular. It had only been a week, but she was already known around the school for what she had did. She had also talked to Mcgonagall and the woman promised to send letters of recommendation to the Holyhead Harpies, as well as having Snape, Lupin, and Dumbledore write them as well. Celeste would soon be receiving a letter telling her the date of tryouts for the team.

Anyhow, as the weeks passed, Celeste became friends with a few different Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and even a couple more Gryffindors-though the Gryffindors were Fred and George Weasley. She still hadn't talked to Harry Potter, nor had she spoken to his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione was a bit hesitant on her, since he had grown up as a Malfoy for a long time, but Ron hated her because Harry did.

While at breakfast, she sat by herself eating. Houses sitting together wasn't permitted, especially in the morning, so Celeste almost always sat by herself since she came back from Christmas break. She didn't mind though, it gave her more time to read or finish homework. Anyhow, while eating breakfast, she was surprised to recieve a letter. She slowly opened it, knowing it could be horrible since it was from Narcissa.

'Dear Celeste,

I am very disappointed in you for leaving. I know you know the consequences of your actions, but I want you to know we gave you weeks to come home. Since you didn't, Lucius has tried to take you off the Malfoy records, but he couldn't. He couldn't because you remind him of Fantasia. I know he will always love you deep down, as will I, and so will Draco.

I may be disappointed in you, and we may have disowned you, but I'm not leaving you helpless. I know you've helped Draco for years, and in return, I'm going to help you. Included in this envelope is the following:

- The key to your very own vault at Gringotts
- The deed to your own manor, which I had purchased for you when you were only fourteen.

- Aunt Cissa

P.s. I put around 200 galleons from the Malfoy vault in your new one, and I was able to swipe 100 from the Black vault for you as well. Also, all you have to do is sign the deed and the manor is yours.'

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