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

Chapter Twelve: Goblet of Fire

There was exactly two weeks until the third and final task for the Triwizard Tournament. She spent days thinking about what she should do. She wondered if going to the task was a good idea, or if it was a horrible idea. She wondered if Sirius was going to be there, but obviously in disguise since he was a wanted criminal. She wondered if Sirius had told other people lies about her, and wondered if they actually believed him. She was most afraid of running into the Malfoys though.

If Lucius and Narcissa were there, she had a chance of running into them. There was a chance that Lucius would degrade her in front of hundreds of people. If she was lucky, she wouldn't see them. Actually, if she was lucky, they wouldn't be at the tournament at all. To be honest, they didn't really have a reason to be at the tournament, since the four champions had absolutely no relation to them at all.

Celeste and Lupin had discussed the idea for days, but she wasn't sure if he'd even be the one to give her the right choice. Oliver didn't want to get in the middle of her family dispute. He understood that she needed to make decisions on her own, and when she did ask him for his opinion, he was as honest as he could be, even if the answer wasn't something Celeste wanted to hear.

Celeste loved the fact that Oliver would give his honest opinions, instead of trying to spare her feelings. He always made her laugh when she was crying, and he always made her smile when she was sad. He was honestly the best man in the world, and she adored him more than she ever thought was possible. He was her happiness, as she was his.

"Celeste, more order forms have come in. I think it's going to be a late shift tonight." Lupin commented, as he set down a stack of order forms, next to the stack Celeste had barely started working on.

The shop was becoming more and more popular. Each day she'd recieve order forms, but once a week, she'd receive double to triple the amount she'd normally recieve. Her shop was always packed with customers new and regular. She had never been happier with a choice in her life, other than her choice to be with Oliver—that was the happiest choice in her life.

Celeste started to believe that life was too short to play everything safe. She needed to go on her own choices more often than she use to. She didn't have to play everything by the pureblood book like the Malfoys had wanted her to do. She could be happy, and Oliver and Lupin were making sure she knew that.

One day, Celeste planned to visit a muggle town and see how they did things different from the wizarding world. She remembered Lucius saying muggles were filthy, and she remembered Narcissa saying that she never wanted Celeste or Draco to associate with muggles. Lupin told Celeste that muggles were nice people—not all of them—and that they had differences from the wizarding world that wasn't so weird after all.

Oliver had never been to a muggle town before, since both of his parents were half bloods that stayed in the wizarding world, but he planned to visit a muggle town one day as well. He somewhat planned to bring Celeste to a muggle town for a date, and Celeste jokingly told him that if she ever went to a muggle town, she'd sell them her chocolate and make them wish she lived there as well. She even thought about making it possible for muggles to buy some of her chocolate, just not all of it, since a good bit of the chocolate wasn't very muggle-like.

Over the last few weeks, Celeste could tell that something was changing in the wizarding world. She could feel something dark approaching, but she wasn't sure what exactly what coming. She had a feeling she knew, but she could never be sure. If anything, she knew it had something to do with You-Know-Who's followers. 

Celeste knew that You-Know-Who was gone, and he had been for years, but that didn't mean his followers weren't still trying to take over. She remembered how much Lucius seemed to talk about getting rid of the filthy muggles and muggle-borns that he had come across. Celeste never felt this way, but she remembered hearing it all the time.

The Death Eaters—You-Know-Who's followers—were always adamant that they wanted to cause a genocide of muggles and muggle-borns. Celeste could remember Narcissa talking about her sister Bellatrix, who happened to be You-Know-Who's most loyal follower. Celeste never understood how anyone could follow such beliefs, but than again, she grew up knowing right from wrong—for the most part.

Obviously her family tried to force the beliefs on her, but they never stuck. She was sure they never would. If she was honest, she could almost recite everything Lucius ever told her about his beliefs, and how she should follow them, but she never did let them stick in her brain for more than a second. When she was younger, she use to think it was a good idea to follow them, but she learned quickly she was wrong.

Life for her wasn't easy when she was at the Malfoy manor, especially when she didn't follow Lucius's beliefs, but when she pretended to be somewhat of a bitch at Hogwarts, her punishments were less severe. The experience made her realize that she could easily get out of certain situations if she pretended to act a certain way. She figured, if she ever had to deal with Lucius again, she'd be a bitch, and if she had to deal with her father, she'd be a completely different person. If she had to deal with him, she was going to make sure he remembered the way she turned out because of his neglect and abandonment...