-- A girl who was born on the eight month to the house of black and Solatto, the month after the boy who lived, should their prophecy's align into an even bigger catastrophe?
Celeste Solatto was just a girl, Harry Potter was just a boy. The two cl...
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Early next morning, Celeste woke up in Tommy's arms in the astronomy tower. She smiled at the brother like figure snoring softly next to her. She didn't know what she would do without him. He was her ride or die, best friend, sibling, and one of the only people who knew every single detail about her life. Softly nudging the brown haired boy next to her, she woke him up.
He groaned in his sleep before begrudgingly, he opened his eyes to look down at the girl in his arms. "Why the fuck are you waking me up at this time." He groaned, as Celeste giggled softly at him.
"We have to go back to the common room," She explained softly, "People are going to be up soon."
Turning over in his sleep and cuddling closer to her he sighed, "That sounds like their problem more than mine." Celeste just rolled her eyes, untangling herself from his arms, she stood up.
"Come on you lazy arse." She grabbed his arms trying to pull him up, "Merlin, you need to lay off the chocolate frogs." She grumbled.
"Oi, I heard that."
"I hoped you would." She said cheekily as he finally stood up.
With a wave of her wand all the blankets and pillow's disappeared. "Come on." She ordered and he followed, stumbling slightly as he was still tired.
They walked their way back to the Gryffindor common room, Celeste laughing at Tommy's state. Saying the password, the door swung open and they entered, not without noticing a certain raven haired boy leant Uber a table writing swiftly. Tommy left with a mumble about sleep as Celeste approached Harry.
"What are you doing Hazza?" She asked, scaring the shit out of him.
"MERLIN!" He exclaimed, turning swiftly to Celeste, "Oh, hello Leste."
Celeste laughed at the boy, before sitting next to him, "I'm uh, writing to Padfoot." He said nervously and Celeste just shrugged nonchalantly.
"Fair." She sighed leaning back in the chair and closed her eyes.
Harry eyed her before looking back at the letter in his hands. Thinking quickly he decided to add to his letter.
Dear Sirius,
I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting, I was half asleep when I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back, everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels completely normal.
What you should worry about is writing to your daughter, who has received half arsed letters in return to her page full letters anyone would be lucky to read.
Thanks, Harry.
Harry smirked before glancing at the girl next to him. Sealing the letter he nudged Celeste, who opened her eyes to the boy. He smiled at her, to which she returned nearly stopping the heart of the boy.
