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

Chapter Eleven: Goblet of Fire

Celeste hadn't recieved a letter back from Harry, and it had already been two weeks. She wondered if her father had intercepted the letter and hid it from the boy, or if Harry had been told too many lies by Sirius and no longer wanted to see Celeste as family. Celeste didn't really let the idea dwell on her mind very long. She kept it all bottled up deep within her, and she didn't think twice about it after that.

While helping out a few customers, Celeste heard the door jingle, and she looked up for a moment. When she looked up, she seen a bushy haired girl, a redhead, and a dark haired boy walk in. She didn't get a look at their faces, but she figured they were looking for chocolate. After helping out the customers, she was approached by the three who had walked in earlier.

She immediately recognized them barely a second later, the three were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. They were Gryffindor fourth years, and she remembered them vividly from her last year at Hogwarts; especially Harry Potter. As soon as they approached, Harry gave Celeste a sheepish look.

"How can I help you three today?" Celeste asked, deciding to be professional instead of petty.

"I'm sorry about not sending you a letter back," Harry blurted out, his cheeks tinting red,"I was trying to think of a way to talk to you. I've been thinking about coming here for days, but I've been too nervous. Sirius said--" Harry rambled, but Celeste cut him off.

"Harry," She began, holding her hand up,"one thing you will need to learn fast is that I do not want you mentioning my father to me ever. You and I can talk about anything, but my father is the one thing I will not be discussing." She stated, causing Harry to frown.

"Before we have to leave, Harry wanted to invite you to the third task. Ron invited his family, but I knew Harry would want to invite someone who was his real family." Hermione said, making the woman nod slightly.

"I can't promise anything, Harry, but I will try to come to the third task for you." Celeste commented, and Harry simply nodded.

Hermione and Ron turned to leave, but Harry stayed behind for a moment.

"I truly am sorry for the way I treated you last year," Harry said, awkwardly playing with his fingers,"I hope you can forgive me. I really do want us to be family." He added, and Celeste smiled slightly.

"I understand, Harry. I'll see you soon." She replied, and he simply nodded, before he turned and left the shop.

As Celeste was stood at the register, contemplating what she should do about Harry, an owl flew in and dropped a letter off in front of her.

'My love,

I have counted the days since you've opened the shop, and it's soon to be one hundred days. I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it. You're an amazing girl, and you're so very talented. I hope you send more chocolate soon, the team is practically going through a withdrawal right now, and it's so annoying. They hope to visit your shop soon and meet you in person. I think I might bring them to meet you during one of my breaks.

Love,
Oli'

Celeste smiled at the letter, which had brightened her mood immensely. Honestly, Oliver was such an amazing man. If it wasn't for him, she doubted she would've ever opened the chocolate shop, or took the chance to go a different path other than quidditch. If she wouldn't have had Oliver in her life at all, she would've been miserable, but she was happy, and it was all because of Oliver. She loved him, and the next time she seen him, she planned to tell him exactly how she felt.

The woman wasn't use to love, or anything to do with affection, but when it came to Oliver, all of the feelings and such came naturally. She didn't feel awkward around him, and she didn't feel ashamed of her feelings like she had when she was at the Malfoy manor. Back at that horrible manor, feelings were despised and sometimes punished.

Celeste had wished she could save Draco from the manor, but she couldn't, not yet. She had to wait until something bad happened for her to take him away from the manor. Narcissa wasn't a horrible mother, but she had let Lucius get away with too much. If Celeste had her way, she would've taken care of Lucius's atrocious behaviour years ago. He didn't deserve to even have a child with how horrible he was to the child and to his niece.

Celeste knew that the way Lucius acted was mostly based on how he was raised when he was a child, but she thought people would be able to learn how not to act based on the way their parents did act. If Lucius hadn't been such a blood prejudice, pureblood, arsehole his whole life, Celeste doubted he would've raised Draco and herself so horribly. 

The woman was happy to have Oliver and Lupin. Lupin was the father she always wanted, and Oliver was the one person to show her what love was supposed to feel like. Celeste never really seen love between Lucius and Narcissa. She had never seen the two kiss, or even smile at each other. Narcissa would tell Celeste that they did love each other, and that the way they acted was normal for every married couple, but Celeste had doubted it.

Celeste was determined to be happy. She was determined to have a man that loved her truly and deeply, and would kiss her or hold her hand. She wanted someone who would randomly give her flowers, or hug her when he came home from wherever it was that he had been. Celeste wanted to have a happy relationship, and with Oliver she knew she'd have that. She knew she'd be happy with him...