Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Book 1

Chapter Two: Hogwarts

Kathryn: Sorry we took so long posting this chapter, cause the description says complete after all. We just wanted to go through and make sure everything was right.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom nor do I make any money from this.

OOOOOO

Ron sighed as he shuffled down the hall of the train while looking for an empty compartment. He was half hoping he could sit with his brothers and Alexis to avoid having to sit with complete strangers. Looking into each compartment, however, he prayed that he could at least find one that had room for one more person. Knowing his luck, he would be stuck in the hallway all trip.

“You can sit in here,”

Ron turned to the voice and found another first year student leaning against the entrance to a compartment that was otherwise empty. “Thanks.” He mutter shyly before making his way to her and putting his stuff away. “I’m Ron by the way.”

The girl brushed a lock of golden brown hair from her tanned face. “Ruthian. It’s nice to meet you.” She commented after a moment, looking rather nervous. She had every right to be, though. She was not human, but instead an elf. Elves were forbidden to attend wizarding schools, however Dumbledore and came to her himself to invite her. “So…this your first year too I suppose?” She asked after an awkward silence.

He fumbled with his words for a second before nodding his head. “Um, yeah.”

There was a knock on the compartment door and after a second, it was opened to reveal a boy with messy black hair and big round glasses. “Excuse me, can I sit with you? I’m afraid all the others are full.” He asked shyly, looking to his feet.

Suddenly, the boy was flung forward as someone crashed into his back and wrapped their arms around his waist. “Oh my god! Harry! You’re a wizard too?” Myou cried out after she turned him around. “We heard people talking about you! They kept calling you the-boy-who-lived!”

“Myou? Ami?” Harry looked back and forth between the twins with furrowed brows. “You guys are witches? Are your parents witches too?” He asked after sitting next to Ron, who scooted close to the window so they could fit more people.

Both girls took a seat next to Ruthian. “Nope, just us!” Myou said proudly, puffing out her chest, “Oh, and our aunt Genève. So who are you two?” Myou asked, turning to his new, companions.

Ron was the first to answer. “I’m Ron Weasley.” He said in an important voice, trying to look just as significant as the boy next to him.

“I’m Ruthian Abell.”

“It’s great to meet both of you.” Myou smiled excitedly, “Hey Ron would you happen to be related to an Arthur Weasley?”

“Yeah, how do you know my dad?”

“He brought us our letters.” Ami answered. “I’m Ami and this is Myou by the way. Sorry, she talks I.”

“Would you like anything off the cart, dears?” Asked an elderly witch as she came by with a large cart filled with sweets and snacks off all kinds Ruthian, shriveled her nose in disgust and looked out the window. The twins, however jumped up, along with Harry, and practically bought the whole thing.

“Ron, don’t you want anything?” Harry asked quickly.

Ron looked downcast and shook his head. “Um, no, I brought sandwiches.” He said, pulling out a lumpy package and unwrapping it as the trolley lady left to the other compartments. “She always forgets I don’t like corned beef.” He whispered to himself.

Myou looked down at her candy, then back at Ron. “Hey! Those look good! I’ll trade you…some Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pastries, and Every Flavor Beans for them?” She asked him, giving him a puppy dog look.

Ron smiled. “Oh, sure! If you really want them I mean…”

Myou felt happy as Ron smiled and took a bite out of one of the Pumpkin Pastries. She looked down at the corned beef sandwich and held back a grimace, then took a bite out of it. She mentally sighed; it wasn’t the most terrible thing she’d ever eaten.

“What are these?” Harry suddenly asked, studying a pack of Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not…real frogs, are they?” He asked, feeling as if nothing would startle him anymore.

Ruthian spoke up first. “No, they’re not real.” She said with a roll of her eyes as she continued to stare out the window of the train.

“Hey, check the card and see who it is; I’m missing Agrippa.” Ron said.

“They come with cards?” Myou asked in wonder, picking up one of her own packages and studying it intently.

“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know. Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect – famous witches and wizards. I’ve got 500, but I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy.” The red head answered, opening one of his own packages. “Rats, it’s another Dumbledore.” He sighed, putting the package down.

Myou frowned at him then looked down at her own chocolate frog. Praying, she slowly opened the package with her eyes clenched shut. “Oh man,” She sighed as she saw her card. It wasn’t Agrippa or Ptolemy.

“Sorry,” Everyone turned to see a boy looking into their compartment. “has anyone seen a toad at all?” Everyone shook their heads and the boy sighed before moving on to the next compartment.

“Can you believe that? I mean to bring a toad? I would lose it as soon as possible. Though, I brought Scabbers here,” Ron took out a rat from his jacket, “so I can’t talk. I tried to work a spell on him to turn him yellow, you know, make him a little more interesting, but it didn’t work. Wanna see?” Ron pulled out his wand, but was stopped by a voice.

“Has anyone seen a toad, Neville’s lost one?” The girl had a sort of bossy voice to her, and Ron didn’t take nicely to that.

“We already told him we haven’t seen it.” He said in an annoyed voice, but the girl wasn’t even listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it then.” She sat down by Ruthian

Ron looked taken aback. “Um, er, alright then.” He cleared his throat. “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow.” He then waved his wand and tapped the rat in his hands, but nothing happened.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” Asked the girl, “Well, it’s not very good, now is it?”

“That was a bit mean, you know?” Myou barked out as Ron looked downcast again. “He was just giving it a shot. Not like you could do any better. We are all first years here.” Myou glared at Hermione, who was glaring at her. “You know, it’s going to be hard for you to make friends if you’re so…know-it-all-ish.”

Hermione stopped glaring and frowned. She then sighed. “I’m nervous. There’s not one magical person in my family and well, I’m just a little scared is all.”

“I’m Ron Weasley.” Ron muttered after the awkward silence.

“Harry Potter.” Harry followed up.

“You’re the Harry Potter? I know all about you! You’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century!”

Harry blushed and looked a bit confused. “I am?”

“Yes you are. Oh, well I better go help Neville. Bye! See you soon.” Hermione then left with the toadless boy, Neville.

“Say Harry, what house do you think you’ll get in. Mum says she knows I’ll get Gryffindor. Everyone in the family has been there!” Ron said proudly after a few moments alone.

Harry shook his head. “I dunnno.”

“Well I already know what house I’ll be in.” Ami said proudly, taking a bite out of a pumpkin pastry. “I’m going to get into Ravenclaw.”

Her sister laughed at her. “Why is that?”

“Because the Ravenclaws are the smartest. The graduation scores from their house are the best in the school.” The elder twin replied with a click of her tongue.

Myou’s eyes widened. “How do you know everything? Did you research this?”

Ami scoffed. “Yeah, while you were memorizing Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them I was looking up statistics on Hogwarts.” She paused to put a finger on her chin. “You know, I would say Slytherin for you, but no muggle-born has ever been sent to Slytherin. And for good reasons to.”

Ruthian smiled. “Well, I think Gryffindor is the place for me. Gryffindors are brave and not afraid of anything, no matter what the challenge is! Whether it’s facing a fierce dragon, or looking death in the face and laughing at it! Exciting no?”

“No.” Said everyone in unison.

Once again their fun was interrupted as a pale blonde boy, Draco Malfoy, entered the compartment with two of his friends, Crabbe and Goyle. “Is it true, I hear Harry Potter is in here. That you then?” Malfoy asked, looking at Harry.

“Yes.” Harry replied, looking at the two other boys. Each one standing on a side of Malfoy, they looked like bodyguards.

“Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle. And I’m Draco Malfoy.” Ron coughed into his hand, which was really the polite way of holding back a snigger. Malfoy looked at him. “Think I’ve got a funny name do you? Well, I don’t even need to ask who you are; dad’s told me all about the Weasleys. Red hair, freckled faces, and more children then they can afford.” Malfoy sneered at Ron and turned back to Harry. “You’ll find that some Wizarding families are much better than the others, Potter. You wouldn’t want to go and make friends with the wrong sort. I could help you there.” Malfoy held out his hand to shake Harry’s but the-boy-who-lived didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are on my own, thanks.” He said as calm as ever.

Malfoy didn’t get red in the cheeks like one would think, however they did turn a bit pink compared to his normal pale completion. “I’d be careful, Potter,” He sneered slowly, “unless you’re a bit politer, you just might end up like your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them either, and look where it got them.”

Everyone jumped up immediately. “Say that again!” Ron said rather bravely.

“Oh, fight us, will you?” Malfoy said with a sneer. A wand was put in his face.

“I may be muggle born, but I’m memorized almost ever hex in the book.” Myou said threateningly, glaring at the boy.

Draco glared. “I doubt a mud-blood could ever perform a decent hex!”

Myou opened her mouth, most likely to say a hex, but Ami pounced at Draco, punching him in the face. As both of them landed on the floor, Ami on top, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “If you ever and I do mean EVER say anything mean or nasty to my sister again…I swear I’ll Crucio you to oblivion!”

Everyone was silent in the compartment. Ever heard of a silence so think you could hear a pin drop miles away? This was like that. Malfoy sneered suddenly. “That a threat, mud blood? Are you that willing to go to Azkaban?”

Ami snickered. “No, Malfoy, it’s not a threat; it’s a bloody promise.”

“She doesn’t mean it, Malfoy.” Myou said, quietly, pulling her sister away from the boy. “She’s just protective.”

Malfoy got up and sneered one last time before leaving. Just as everyone started to settle down, the annoying girl showed back up. “You’d better hurry and get your robes on, we’re almost there,” She commented in once again a bossy voice before leaving again.

OOOOOO

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat then me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There’s nothing hidden in your head,
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Were you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a thinking Cap!”

The five friends sat together, anxiously awaiting to see what house they would be placed in. Myou pulled Ruthian’s sleeve and whispered into her ear. “Hey, can I ask you a question? It’s been nagging me since I met you.”

The young elf sighed. She knew this was coming ever Ami had said that Myou memorized the entire Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them book. “Sure, what do you want to know?” She whispered back as a knot grew in her stomach.

“Are you…an elf?” She asked shyly, a blush adoring her face.

Ruthian sighed again. “You can’t tell anyone. It’s illegal for me to be here. Dumbledore will get in so much trouble if anyone found out.”

The muggle-born witch nodded her head. “That is so cool! Your secret is safe with me! My lips are sealed!”

“Abell, Ruthian.”

Ruthian took a deep breath and smiled. “Well, wish me luck. We’ll talk more about this later.” She walked to the stool and looked up at Dumbledore. He nodded his head at her. She smiled and sat on the stool, then put the hat on her head.

Ah, what do we have here…An elf, uh?

Ruthian jumped, startled as the strange voice whispered into her ear. “How did you know that?” She asked, skeptically.

There is nothing that I do not know, as long as you know it…now let’s see, you are brave, very much so…kind, courageous…I have the perfect place for someone like you… “GRYFFINDOR!”

The table on the far left cheered. Ruthian had become the first Gryffindor of the year. She smiled at Dumbledore and stood. She placed the hat back on the stool and thanked it, then made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down. She was greeted with hand-shakes and friendly faces. A few more people’s turns came up before finally, Ami’s name was called.

Ami gulped and practically ran to the stool and jammed the hat on her head.

Let’s see…you’re a smart one all right…so much could be done with applying yourself…

“What…? Is that the…hat talking?” Ami asked, startled as she look around her.

I’m not just any hat, I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat…now, let’s see…what to do… “Ravenclaw!” The muggle-born smirked as she hoped out of the seat and ran to the table full of cheering students.

“Belfair, Myou!” McGonagall read the second twins name from the scroll.

Said girl stood calmly and sauntered up to the stool, despite the knot in her stomach. Slowly, she sat down in the stool and placed the hat on her head. She sat there for a full ten minutes feeling nervous and stupid until finally she heard a voice ring out in her head.

Oh my, what is this? So smart and cunning. Strong too. So much power in your little head. The only question is, are you ready? Tough times and hard challenges await you. It’s decided I know what to do with you. “Slytherin!”

No table stood to clap and cheer. Myou slid down from the chair and took the hat off her head, wringing it nervously. McGonagall nodded her head to a table to the far right, filled with students who looked like what one might think a villain in a mystery novel looked like. All of them had their eyes on her, glaring. The young girl sighed and dragged her feet over to the table that was pointed out to her. “Um, hi! I’m-”

The girl she was sitting beside glared hard at her. “I don’t care. No one here cares.” She flung her hair over her shoulder. “Look, let me explain something to you. I don’t know you. Not one person here has ever heard of the ‘Belfair’ family. This can only mean one thing. You are a mud-blood. Slytherin hates mud-bloods. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

A lump grew in Myou’s stomach and she nodded her head, turning to face her sister, who was sitting only on table over. The two locked eyes and Myou gave her elder twin a weak smile. Ami mouthed ‘you ok?’ to her and all she could do was nod her head.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the Gryffindor table as the students began to clap and cheer, yelling ‘We got Potter, we got Potter,’ over and over again for a few moments before the teachers quieted them down.

After a few more moments, dread filled her as a smirking Draco Malfoy sat across her in-between his two bodyguards. “You know what I say Myou? Why don’t you just go back to your pathetic muggle home?” Malfoy said with a smirk. “I don’t know what that stupid hat put you here, but as you can see he was mistaken. No one here wants you.”

Myou looked down again. “I-”

“How about you leave the girl alone, Malfoy?” Said an Italian boy as he sat next to Myou. “Hi, my name’s Blaise Zabini. And you are?”

Myou smiled. Finally, someone who wasn’t determined to torture her. “I’m Myou! It’s nice to meet you!”

“Blaise, why must you associate yourself with the mud-bloods? It’s degrading.” Draco said in a bored drawl.

“Welcome!” Dumbledore said, cutting Malfoy off. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!”

Myou smiled at his small speech then she got the sock of her life when food appeared before her. “Wow!” She exclaimed, filling her plate. To her dismay, the other Slytherins not only ignored her but scooted away and refused to even look at her. Sighing, she picked up her fork and poked at a few things, but didn’t even eat.

“Just ignore them. The whole lot of them are stuck up.” Blaise said with a wink as he took a bite out of his steak. “So, whole family of muggles? Sounds nice.”

Myou smiled a bit and took a bite of a rather sweet looking roll. “Yes, the whole family, except an aunt. But all of this is quite exciting…except that stupid hat put me in the wrong house.”

Blaise flashed her a brilliant smile. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you’re here.”

After everyone had finished eating, Dumbledore rose again to speak. “Ahem, just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students should note this as well.” Myou laughed as Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes strayed to a pair of red headed twins and a brunette with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I have also been asked by Mr. Flinch to remind you all that no magic is allowed to be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch try-outs will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch before the deadline. And one last note, that I have to make. I must tell that this year the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very tragic, painful death.”

Myou turned to Blaise. “Is he serious?”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. This is Hogwarts after all.”

She looked taken aback for a few seconds, then Dumbledore spoke again. “And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song! Everyone pick their favorite tune and off we go.”

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they’re bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we’ve forgot,
Just do your best, we’ll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.” (1.)

Myou smiled and laughed. As ridiculous as the song was it managed to cheer her up quite a bit. She was determined to adapt to her unfortunate situation.

Everyone finished the song at different times. At last, only Fred, George, and Alexis were left singing it to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

“Ah, music,” he said, whipping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

Maye noticed as they were leaving that Draco hung behind the pack and soon, she lost him in the crowd. The rest of the Slytherins followed their prefect, James Adams, to the Slytherin common room, which was (not surprising to Myou) just like the dungeons and located under the lake. Myou sighed as she looked around; it was dark, dreary, and cold.

Blaise, who was walking beside her, smirked. “It gets better, don’t worry.” And he right. The common room was amazing; it had high ceilings and comfy looking chairs and couches. There were beautiful paintings everywhere, tables at, and a fire place. The girl’s dormitories were equally impressive. And her bed? Soft mattress, covered in sliver and green blankets, silk sheets, it was perfect. However, her roommates? Not so perfect; Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Tracey Davis, and Daphne Greengrass. All of them were from pure-blood families…and none of them were happy to be in the same room as Myou.

Myou tried to smiled. “Hi…”

Daphne looked over at Myou and sighed. “For goodness sake.” She whispered with a glare at Pansy. “Hi. I’m Daphne. I’m sorry for Jasmine,” Daphne whispered to Myou, “she was a bit of a you-know-what at dinner tonight.”

Myou was delighted. This was great; one of her roommates was actually nice. “It’s ok really!”

Daphne shook her head. “Don’t let the girl walk all over you, if you give her the chance, she will, and it will hurt, ok? She knows just the right buttons to push.”

OOOOOO

Maye let out an exasperated sigh, and sank to the floor. She had gotten lost again; this was at least the third time. It didn’t help her that her…condition made her socially phobic. Her eyes start to burn with tears and she fought them viciously; however it was a lost cause. She sniffled and rubbed her eyes. “Don’t cry...please don’t cry,” She whispered to herself.

“Hey...who’s there?” A voice called out from the shadows, making Maye’s brown/green eyes widen.

She looked up and suddenly there were bright grey eyes looking at her. “I...I’m sorry.” She stood and turned from the person, preparing herself to run. “really, I’m so sorry about this! I didn’t know anyone was here! I’m going to go!.”

“Wait!” The boy with the Slytherin robes cried out, seeming startled with himself. “I...Were you crying?”

“No...I have a cold is all. I have to go. I’m sorry to have bugged you.” She sniveled once more; however, she made no move to run from him.

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” The Slytherin asked in a mocking voice.

Maye sniffled again. “I...I can’t find my way back!” All of a sudden, tears started to flow from her eyes and she could force herself not to cry. It was her first day at Hogwarts and already she had gotten herself lost three times now.

He took a step back, startled. “Oh...where are you headed?”

“The Hufflepuff common room.” Came her muffled reply as she rubbed her eyes.

“Christ, how in the world did you get lost? That’s right outside the Great Hall!” He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair nervously.

She gave another sniffle. “I just did, ok!”

“Ok! Ok! Don’t cry! I’ll get you back there. Just be quiet or else we’ll get caught by the Prefects!” He hissed out, kneeling down before her. “Just knock it off!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?” She met his eyes and gave him a confused look.

Rolling his eyes, he took her arm and made her stand while he spoke, “Apologizing! You have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not like you meant to get lost!”

She paused. “You’re right...I’m Maye.”

“I’m charmed to meet you. The name’s Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He held out his hand for her to shake while giving her his trademark smirk. “Now come on, let’s get you to your room, mademoiselle.”


OOOOOO

“Myou! Myou, get up! You’re going to be late!” Daphne shook her roommate hard as she could, trying to rouse her.

Myou opened her eyes suddenly. “What! But I set my alarm clock-”

“Pansy must have un-set it, come on, or else I’ll be late to!”

The muggle born groaned, it was a good thing she was a morning person or else this would be hell, not that it wasn’t. She quickly got up, threw on her robes, and grabbed her stuff. She and her friend barely made it to class before it started.

Myou glared at Pansy, who was glaring at Daphne, who was glaring back at Pansy. Myou rolled her eyes and turned to the teacher as he started to give a lecture.

It wasn’t until on her way to lunch (She was walking alone, because Daphne needed to talk to some of her Muggle-hating friends.), that she had an interesting encounter. A Hufflepuff girl came up to her then, and began to introduce herself.

“My names Hannah! You’re Myou, right?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“So how are those Slytherins treating you?”

Myou smiled at the shy looking girl. “They’re ok. I made friends with two of them, the rest just ignore me.”

“Hey! Myou, come on, we’re gonna be late for lunch!” Blaise called as he ran up to where Myou was talking. “Hello, Hufflepuff.” He greeted with a nodding of the head.

She glanced at Blaise briefly, before nodding her head in return. “Slytherin,” she greeted.

“Make sure no one’s mean to her, kay?” She added before returning to her table.

“What was that about?” Blaise questioned as he led Myou to the Slytherin table.

Myou smiled at him. “Just a friend saying hi, nothing else. Come on, let’s sit by Daphne!”

Blaise laughed slightly to himself and allowed the young girl to drag him to her only other Slytherin friend, Daphne. “Ew, it’s Daphne! Why do we have to sit with her!?” He laughed out in mock disgust.

Daphne looked up and smiled, only to fake shrivel her nose in repulsion, “Ew, it’s Blaise. Myou really, the company you keep is sickening!”

The three friends laughed and sat down to eat, however their laughter died when Malfoy and his two bodyguards (who couldn’t guard anything to save their lives) sat in front of Myou. “Daphne, not you to? Why must you lower yourself so? I mean, speaking to this pathetic mud-blood, and her would-be lover? Surly you can do better than this?”

Daphne glared, as well as Myou and her ‘would-be lover’. “Malfoy…why don’t you just…sod off.” Daphne hissed in an angry voice.

“Don’t talk to me like that, or I swear you’ll regret it.” Malfoy threatened in a voice barley even a whisper.

Myou gave him a stern look and growled out, “Don’t threaten my friends, Malfoy, or…”

“Or you’ll have me to answer to me!” Ami walked up behind her sister. She was walking by to say hi to her twin and overheard the conversation. “Remember what I told you on the train, Malfoy?”

Malfoy sneered up at the girl. “Mind your own, girl.”

“What seems to be the problem, Ms. Belfair?” Professor McGonagall stepped up from behind Ami, as if she had sensed the trouble in the making.

Ami forced a smile. “Nothing’s wrong, professor, I was just seeing how my sister was doing.” She said, lying perfectly well for someone so young. “See you sis!” She said with cheer, not even bothering to glare at Malfoy before she left.

After McGonagall left, Malfoy sneered at Myou. “You’re sister’s a git.”

Her eyes widened and she felt anger consume her. She literally pounced over the table to punch Malfoy. “Don’t you talk bad about my sister!”

Harry Potter was the first one to reach for Myou and drag her off a smirking Draco. “Holy crap, nice right hook.” He said smirking at Malfoy.

“Myou Belfair! You’re not permitted to strike other students! Detention for a week, and 10 points from Slytherin.” Said McGonagall in an astonished voice.

“He called my sister a git! He deserved it!” Myou said as McGonagall grabbed her arm to lead her away.
The professor looked at Malfoy, who was glaring at Myou. “Then he will have detention to for three days, and 5 more points from Slytherin! Lunch is over, get to class!”

OOOOOO

Maye paused to look around her. All of the walls and classrooms looked the same. She had absolutely no idea where she was heading one again. She just wanted to get to her first class but instead, she had taken a wrong turn, or two. “Why does this always happen to me? It’s no fair…” She sniffled out, beginning to panic.
“Hey, you ok?”

The young girl turned around and gave a sigh of relief. “You’re Cedric, right?”

The older boy nodded. “Yeah. Aren’t you a first year? Shouldn’t you be in the astronomy tower?” He asked, giving her a concerned look. “Did you get lost or something?”

Maye nodded. “Yeah, could you help me find my way there? I’m sorry if I’m making you late.” She said, withholding a sniffle.

Cedric gave her a smile and wrapped his arm around the younger Hufflepuff’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll get you back. What’s your name anyway? I can’t just call you ‘first year Hufflepuff girl’ now can I?” He then asked, in a teasing voice.

Giving him a bright smile she replied, “I’m Maye! It’s so nice to meet you!”

OOOOOO

“There, look.”

“Where?”

“Next to the tall kid with red hair.”

“Wearing the glasses?”

“Did you see his face?”

“Did you see his scar?”

Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn’t, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending to be doors. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk.

The ghosts didn’t help either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class. He would drop waste paper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose, and screech “GOT YOUR CONK!”

Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker Argus Filch. Harry, Ron, and Ruthian managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Flich found them trying to force their way through a door the unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn’t believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose, and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust colored creature with bulging lamp like eyes just like Filch’s. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she’d whisk off for Filch, who’d appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins and Alexis) and could pop up suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick.

“It’s the Harry Potter!”

Harry growled and shot a glare at the people who were ogling him before turning into a classroom with Ron and Ruthian. “I really wish they would stop. They are driving me crazy.”

Ruthian cracked her knuckles. “Want me to get them to stop?” She asked jokingly.

Harry laughed and pushed her gently. “You mean hurt them? That’s quite alright.” The three friends laughed for a second before a voice made them freeze.

“What’s so funny, Potter?” Draco sneered from behind them, Crabbe and Goyle at his side.

“Well for one, your face.” Ron growled out bravely, stepping in front of his friends. “Just go away, Malfoy. We don’t feel like your nonsense today.”

Draco was seething. He clenched his fist tightly and took a step forward to punch the boy when Ruthian spoke,

“You wouldn’t want another black eye, would you?”

This made the pale youth freeze. He muttered something under his breath before storming away angrily.

The three friends merely snickered.

OOOOOO

Myou dragged her feet as she followed behind McGonagall with Malfoy walking proudly beside her. Detention. She had never gotten detention before in her life. To make matters worse, it was detention with Draco Malfoy.

“You’ll be serving you detention with Professor Quirrell.” The professor said, leading the two to the room with Quirrell. “You are to listen to anything he wants you to do. You will not talk back to him. After your detention is over, he will escort you back to your common rooms.”

“Yes, Professor McGonagall.” Both Slytherins replied in a less than enthusiastic voice. The two students sat side by side as they stared at Quirrell, who was shaking nervously as he sat behind his desk.

“G-good e-evening.” He nodded to them after McGonagall left the room. “I w-want you two to orgi-inize the D.A.D.A. books.” The quivering man paused as he took a deep breath before pointing to a back closet. “I-in there. G-go get s-s-started.”

Malfoy scoffed. “Wait until my father hears about this!” He grumbled as he stood, following behind Myou, who was rolling her eyes.

“You are such a snob, Malfoy.” Myou looked around at the mess in the closet and heaved a large sigh. “I suppose we should organize them alphabetically.” She picked up a rather large book and attempted to blow the dust away. She only succeeded in making her and Malfoy cough profusely.

“What the hell, Belfair!?” The boy coughed out, his lungs burning. “Are you trying to kills us?”

After her breathing regulated, she glared Malfoy once more and handed him the book. “This starts with ‘a’. Make a pile. We should have 26 piles; each pile is one letter of the alphabet.”

“But that’ll take forever!” Draco whined, sinking to the floor.

Myou growled and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. “Then I guess we better get started, now shouldn’t we!”

After a few hours, the quivering Professor Quirrell walked into the closet. Draco was leaning over a rather large stack of books snoring quite loudly as he slept. Myou, on the other hand, was sitting in the middle of a few piles, reading one of the three books that were sitting in her lap. She looked up from the book – she had been reading an interesting article about werewolves – and smiled at Quirrell. “Alright, time for bed,” He said, attempting to smile but failing miserably. “W-wake him up t-then.”

OOOOOO

The Gryfindor Common room was warm and inviting. There was always a fire going that was charmed to never give off too much heat, but gave of the perfect amount of lighting. Amazingly comfortable chairs were scattered all over the room, and the couch… the couch was so incredible. Getting a seat on the couch was all about luck and occasionally intimidation for some students. There were also tons of tables spread out for students who wanted to work on homework. Ruthian loved working on her homework down there. It was much better than doing it in her room. In the common room, there was always someone to ask for help if she needed it. Ron and Harry joined her sometimes, but they didn’t seem as concerned about getting it done yet. So far, they were more concerned with goofing off. She would of course rather be doing that too, but she didn’t want to risk getting bad grades. It was best to keep herself as out of the spotlight as she could for now.

She was working on an assignment for Transfiguration when someone sat down across from her. When she looked up, she saw the familiar face of the girl who had helped her get her trunk on the train. “Um... hello… Alexis?” Ruthian questioned, not sure if she remembered the name right.

“Ah good!” The girl smiled brightly. “You remember my name. Which means you know what I’m here for.” A mischievous glint lit up in her eyes.

“You’re calling in a favor already?”

“That is correct fair one.” She pointed her finger up in the air in a triumphant pose. “There is a plot underway, and you are needed to play a crucial role. Do you have the guts? Do you think you could be brave enough? Are you up for this?”

Ruthian couldn’t help but to giggle at Alexis’s behavior. She was overdramatic and crazy, but that just made whatever the plan was seem more fun. “Alright, I’m game.”

Alexis smirked and pulled out a small bag from her pocket. As she handed it over to Ruthian a completely serious expression crossed her face. “Before your next potions class, give this to Ron. He’ll know what to do. Once he does that, you’ll receive further instructions.” In an instant as soon as the words were out of her mouth, a smile lit up her face again. “Ciao!” She said as she skipped off.

The elf examined the bag curiously and smiled in excitement. “This should be interesting.”

OOOOOO

Friday came all too quickly for Ron, Ruthian, and Harry; however, it was a very special day for the three of them. They had managed to get to the Great Hall for the first time without getting lost even once. “What class do we have today?” Harry asked his friend, pouring sugar into his porridge.

“Ugh! Double potions with the Slytherins!” Ron replied with a groan. “Snape is head of the Slytherin house, and they say he favors those slimy gits. I guess we get to see if it’s true now.”

Harry gave a snort. “I wish McGonagall favored us.” McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor house; however, that didn’t stop her from giving them piles of homework the day before. The owls flew in then, and Harry got a letter from Hagrid asking him if he would like to visit for tea at three because Harry had Friday afternoons off. Harry replied yes, then he and Ron, along with Ruthian, set out for Potions with the Slytherins. With that, Harry had found he was wrong about Snape. At first, he had thought the man disliked him, but that wasn’t true at all; no, in fact, Snape hated him. Harry and his two friends had found Myou quickly. She was with two Slytherins friends who, when Harry showed up, excused themselves.

Ruthian saw this as an opportunity to pull Ron aside and hand him the bag that Alexis had given her the night before. “Alexis said that you would know what you do one I handed you this bag. She said it was of the utmost importance.” She said seriously, trying not to laugh as Ron’s face paled slightly.

“Harry! I’m still mad at you for pulling me off Malfoy! I only got one punch in!” Myou laughed as she fake punched Harry in the arm.

All of them laughed together before entering Snape’s class. That was Harry first noticed that Ron looked terrified at this point. “Ron, why are you so nervous?”

Ron looked at him. “Nervous? Me nervous? I’m not nervous! Nope, not nervous at all!” He laughed, once again sounding nervous.

Harry raised a brow at him. “What’s in the bag?”

Ron looked at the bag in his hands and gave a nervous chuckle. “Nothing important!”

Snape then started class, first taking roll; he paused at Harry’s name. “Ah, yes, Harry Potter, our new...celebrity.”

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid’s, but they had none of Hagrid’s warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making,” he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word... like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. “As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death... if you aren’t as big as a bunch of dunderheads I usually teach.”

More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ruthian exchanges looks with raised eyebrows. Ron looked even more nervous now. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving she wasn’t a dunderhead.

“Potter!” Snape said suddenly. “What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

Powered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione’s hand had shot into the air. “I don’t know, sir,” said Harry.

Snape’s lips curled into a sneer. “Tut, tut... fame clearly isn’t everything.” He ignored Hermione’s hand. “Let’s try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn’t have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter. “I don’t know, sir”

“Thought you wouldn’t open a book before coming, eh, Potter?”

Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys’, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?
Snape was still ignoring Hermione’s quivering hand. “What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the ceiling.

“I don’t know,” said Harry quietly. “I think Hermione does, why don’t you try her?” A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus’s eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.

“Sit down,” He snapped at Hermione. “For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Drought of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren’t you all copying that down?”

As soon as Snape looked the other way, Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, started to open up the bag, and gave a loud scream. “Spiders!” He jumped back and landed on the floor. He threw the bag and it hit Snape; hundreds of spiders were crawling out of it. While everyone in the room (except Ruthian, who was snickering, and Snape, who was trying to get the students to settle down) were running around screaming about the spiders, three figures snuck into the room. They walked up to Ruthian, and then led her to the potions cupboard. “Spiders?” The elf asked, her voice holding a snickering tone.

Fred and George smiled at each other, and then Fred spoke. “Alexis’s idea!”

“Bloody brilliant of her!” George added.

Alexis smiled at Ruthian and pushed her long chocolate brown hair away from her face. “It was nothing. All I had to do was steal Ron’s teddy bear and threaten that if he didn’t open that bag in class he would never see the raggy thing again.”

Ruthian laughed again. “But spiders?”

“He’s deadly afraid of them.” Fred supplied.

“Yeah, we play pranks on him with gummy ones sometimes!” George gave a laugh. “Ok, now to business!”

Alexis’s violet eyes glowed as she picked up the first potion, and drew magical crayons from her robes. “Alright, our mission: mess up all of these potion labels, so Snape gets pissed off. Now, if you three would be as kind as to…?”

The three other Gryffindors nodded and took some crayons, then began to get to work. In about five minutes all of the potion labels were decorated with flowers and rainbows and bunny rabbits and a few random Elvin symbols contributed by Ruthian.

“I think our work here is done!” Ruthian said as she peak out the door, seeing if anybody was looking.
“Hey Ruthian, what are these symbols?” Alexis asked, looking at once of the potions that Ruthian had marked. “They look familiar…”

Ruthian shook her head, “Nothing,” She answered. “Ok, the coast is clear, let’s go.”

The four students started to sneak out of the cupboard, and Snape started to turn toward them, until Ron fell on top of him, screaming out: “Spiders! No! The spiders are trying to eat me!” He stole a glance at Alexis and glared before screaming again.

Ruthian smirked as the three third years snuck safely out of the room.

“Everyone, QUIET!” Snape yelled out finally, getting everyone to stop moving.

“Sir, if I may? They’re enchanted gummy spiders.” Spoke the bossy girl Hermione.

Snape glared at her. “And how, pray tell, do you know this?”


Hermione raised a brow. “Because, Professor, their eating each other.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Surely enough, the gummy spiders were ripping each other’s gummy bodies apart. “No! I have a family!” One cried as it was eaten.

Snape looked a bit flushed. “Enough of this childishness! Ron Weasley, this is your brothers’ doing, isn’t it?” He said calmly, staring down the boy who was sitting on the floor still.

Ron blush. “No sir, it was-”

“Me, I did it.” Myou spoke up from her spot by the cauldron shelf. “I switched out Ron’s bag with the one with the spiders and well…it was my fault sir.” She saw Ron flash her a thank you smile, and she bit back one of her own.
“Well then, Miss Belfair, detention, for two weeks, and 5 points from Slytherin.” He said sharply.

There was knocking on the classroom door and Snape walked to it briskly. “Can I help-” A loud exploding sound was heard and then beautiful flowers and rainbows, bright colored streamers and girly sparkles fell around Snape and he gave a loud yell, loud enough to shake the walls it seemed. “FRED, GEORGE…ALEXIS,” he then roared, “50 points from Gryffindor for each of you!”

“Had to use your ‘blast of girly sunshine’, didn’t you?” Fred whispered from around the corridor.

“It always gets us caught!” George then complained.

“But it was from the first prank I ever pulled! You guys remember that prank don’t you!?” She hissed back at them.

George sighed, “Yeah, you pulled that one on us.”

“Good. And besides, it’s not called that, it’s called my little blast of girly sunshine for the everyday-”

“‘Dark and gloomy place’ yeah we know.” Fred and George filled in, cutting her off. They then smiled and each put an arm around her shoulder. “Should we turn tail and run before he finds us?” Fred asked, only slightly kidding.

Alexis was the first to turn and start running. “Of course you dolts!” She yelled back to them.

OOOOOO

A/N: We didn't realize that this had to be done separate from the disclaimer.

1. The Sorting Hats song is property of J. K. Rowling. We do not own or make any money from it.

Victoria: Here are a few of the pairings, though i'm sure you can tell the rest. Fred/Random first years, Fred/Lavender Brown, Ami/Marcus (not for too long though), Oliver wood/OC’s (we won’t tell you who though), Maye/Cedric and that’s all we are listing for now. Well, R&R