Author's Note: I do not own the concept of Harry Potter (Hogwarts, Quidditch, and any random characters), nor Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Fred or George Weasley; these belong to Joanne K. Rowling. I do, however, own Adriana Caine, as well as her family, and a few random characters. Please do not steal. (Not that you'd want to, but hey – don't).

This story takes place during the third book, though it really has nothing to do with the plot of the book. It's Oliver's seventh year and Adriana's (and Alicia, Fred, George, and Angelina's) fifth.

Chapter 1 - Adriana Caine

A mahogany-brown haired girl with black-rimmed eyes strolled down Platform 9 ¾ toward a group of teenagers standing next to one of the cars. They smiled and stopped talking when they saw her approach.

"Hey, Ana!" they greeted her as she turned to give the boys – Fred and George Weasley – hugs.

"Hey, guys," she said, smiling broadly while she kissed her two best friends, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, on the cheek. She chuckled a bit, contented to finally being in their presence, and then continued. "So, do you guys wanna find a c-"

The twins cut her off. "What, and we don't get a kiss?" they cried in mock anger. Ana rolled her eyes and planted a kiss on both of them. They smiled at her, satisfied.

"Now, may we please find a compartment?" she asked, laughing but a little impatient. All five of them filed onto the train car, searching for an empty booth. They entered the first one they saw, stowed their trunks on the overhead shelf, and sat down, the three girls on one bench and the boys across. Alicia was the first to speak.

"How was your holiday?" she inquired. "Mine was great. So relaxing to get away from all the school work." She sighed, reminiscing.

"Oi! Ours was fun-," cried George, "-but I wouldn't call it relaxing!" Fred finished. Their grins widened as they recalled their experience. "Remember Ron's reaction?" Fred asked, and they burst out laughing.

"I went to a muggle amusement park," Angelina chimed in when the laughter died down. "It was kind of fun, but extremely odd." She explained more about the coasters and the food. "Everything was deep fried in vats of oil – it was great, but I almost hurled on the coaster." She shuddered at the thought.

"Hey, what'd you do, Ana?" Alicia asked her once she realized Ana hadn't contributed. Ana shrugged.

"Eh, you know. Quidditch," she told them. "My father introduced me to one of his wretched old teammates. The man did a flip when he realized that I didn't play, and then almost died of shock when my father told him that I was a Gryffindor." She shook her head and began to mock him in a very low-pitched voice, "'A pureblood Caine not in Slytherin, much less not play Quidditch? That's preposterous, Greg, what has become of your daughter?" She screwed her face into an over-exaggerated look of shock, and then laughed along with the others. "But, other than that," she concluded, "mostly Quidditch."

Ana's father, Gregory Caine, was the world-famous star chaser of the Montrose Magpies, and over-obsessed with Quidditch. That was the reason Ana's mother, Aurora, left her father; she felt as though Greg couldn't love anything but Quidditch. What she didn't know, though, was that Greg loved his daughter very much, and when Aurora asked Ana to move away with her, Ana refused. And so, Aurora killed herself. She has been dead for three years. Aurora had been rich, and Ana was to inherit this fortune when she turned seventeen.

As she thought of her parents, Ana absent-mindedly traced the long thin tattoo of a broom on the underside of her arm. It was about 5 inches long and had been there for as long as she could remember, another reminder of her father's obsession with Quidditch. Her reverie was broken when someone entered the compartment.

Hogwarts' own Quidditch obsessor.

Oliver Wood.

Ana groaned. "Speak of the devil," she muttered. Not that they had been talking about him. She just felt the need to say that.

"There's the other half of my team," he declared as he entered. "And Caine." The tone of his voice changed drastically when he said her name. It was easy to tell he hated her.

"Wood," she retorted, almost spitting on him in the process. Oliver ignored her and began to talk to the others, undoubtedly about Quidditch. Ana had never liked Oliver; in fact, she despised him. And since he had always made a point of not liking her, they became enemies.

It's funny how such a simple thing can make two people hate one another. Or so people thought.

But when have people's thoughts ever been right?