Hello, firstly thank you for reading. I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while now.

This is a Naomily fic. It's AU and a bit of a mash up between Skins and the world of Harry Potter. Follows Naomi, Emily, and the rest of the gang through their years of school at Hogwarts.

If you read my other fic, don't worry I haven't abandoned it. I fully intend to have the next chapter up shortly.

Please let me know what you think, and if I should continue this or not. Thanks again for reading!

I do not own Skins or Harry Potter, or anything else quite so magical sadly.

Chapter I

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Naomi pressed her forehead against the cold glass, her eyes staring off into a place in the distance that did not exist. Out of focus trails of rain meandered across the window in a haphazard race where none won. The train window mirrored the color of her blue eyes in the dreary evening light. She squeezed them shut. Holding them tight. But the abyss behind her eyelids did nothing to hold back the thoughts she so desperately tried to ignore. Feeling the inside of her eyelids begin to mirror the outside of the window she shook her head.

"Fuck's sake." She sighed.

It all went back to that night during the winter holiday in third year. It always came back to that night. Always. And all she could see was red.

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Naomi had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holiday, seeing as Cook was, she didn't want to leave him alone for it. And besides, Gina would be busy at the Leaky Cauldron, it was always busy at the holiday.

"The trains left." Cook stated as he walked into the common room to find his best mate sitting in a chair by the massive fireplace.

"It has, how observant of you." Naomi smirked.

"You're staying for holiday?"

"You're slow."

Cook narrowed his eyes slightly. "You didn't stay cos I was? Cos I told you I'm fine, don't need a pity party just cos-"

Naomi cut him off. "Oh, stop flattering yourself. I wanted a bit of peace and quiet this break. You know the Leaky Cauldron is anything but round the holiday."

He stood for a moment considering her words. A smile erupting across his face as he reconsidered his holiday now that his best mate was staying.

"Oh Naomikins!" He bellowed picking her up and into a bone crushing hug, "We're gona get into some right trouble, we are!"

"What part of peace and quiet didn't make it through that thick skull of yours?" She laughed.

"To the usual spot?" he proposed pulling out a bag of leaf from his pocket, "I was saving it for a proper occasion and it seems I've found it."

The two had spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening up on the ledge of the south tower in the cool winter air. The two friends laughed passing Cook's spliff between themselves, shooting the shit.

"I will ride it," Cook continued, "Guarantee it. Before we graduate this place. I will."

Naomi rolled her eyes at him, "You always say that. Three years in, I see no proof to back up those words."

She was egging him on and she knew it. He was a determined fuck, if he said he was going to do something, odds were he would—that was until he got distracted by his next grand idea. Though this one had stuck three years, the longest yet.

"I'll do it," he said pointedly. Spliff in hand he waved it in the direction of the black lake currently completely covered in ice. "Mark my words, I'll ride that giant squid."

"Cook if you could manage to get that far, it'd more than likely be the last thing you ever did."

Christmas Eve there was a feast for all the students whom had stayed. And it was this night that often, as it did now, plague Naomi's mind.

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"You know," Cook began bringing her out of her revere, "Whenever I see you spaced out like that, completely gone to somewhere else, I just always hope it something real scandalous." He smirked devilishly.

She jumped slightly, turning away from the window. She hadn't heard the compartment door open.

"Care to share?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"Shut it," She rolled her eyes, "Tosser," she added with a smile.

"So lets see it shall we?" he said keenly taking the seat opposite her.

"What?"

"You know what." He leaned forward expectantly.

Naomi shook her head before holding up the front of her robes to show her new prefects badge.

Cook bellowed a laugh. "Polished and all, well look at you."

"Oh sod off Cook." She said tiredly, "Was there a reason you came in here or were you just looking for a bother?"

"Aw," Cook mocked insult, "Can't a lad come to see his best mate?"

She looked at him pointedly.

"Eh, maybe a bit of a bother as well." He grinned.

"Yeah well, go be a bother elsewhere."

"Such a bird," he sighed dramatically, "feathers all a ruffled." He added half talking with his hands.

"Fuck off Cook." Naomi wasn't in the mood for his antics.

He continued to smile merrily, "Shouldn't you be you know, out patrolling the train, taking points from rowdy hooligans?"

"Such as yourself?" she quipped.

"Aw now Naomi, you wouldn't take points from a gentleman such as me self."

"Gentleman?" Now Naomi laughed. "And too right I would, got a job to do don't I?"

Cook leaned back in his seat stretching his arms behind his head. "You wouldn't."

"What makes you so sure of that? Just because were mates don't think I'm cutting you any slack."

"Hah! I may not be the err—clever one of us but if I relied on you to get out of all my follies well I'd never of left detention now would I?" he laughed before continuing, "Reason I know you won't take any points from me is because I'm your mate who is in your house. And you're bout the most competitive person I've ever met."

Naomi scoffed.

"Oh, don't act like it ain't true." He waved her off. "You want to win the house cup more 'in anyone." He smiled triumphantly.

She conceded with a rueful smile. "Yeah well, don't do anything extraordinarily stupid just cause you don't think I'll be dolling out penalties."

"I won't do anything I wouldn't a done before." He grinned.

"That's not very comforting."

The two friends were quiet for a moment before catching one another's eye. They burst out in a fit of what could only be described as giggles.

"How on earth did you become a prefect?" Cook laughed, holding the stitch in his side.

"I couldn't say really." Naomi replied wiping the tear out of her eye.

"You're right there with me half the time I break the rules."

"I know, guess it must be the half you don't get caught." She winked.

"Must be, Blondie."

Cook liked to give her shit about being chosen to be a prefect, but she knew he was proud of her. Taking the piss at each other's expense was how they showed that they cared.

"So what'd you think Cook," Naomi wondered aloud, "Fifth year going to be the best yet?"

"Babe, you've got yourself a deal."