OK...so, this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic! * Padfoot applauds herself*. So, this takes place after the Deathly Hallows, but before James and Albus and Lily and Scorpius and ect...so, I personally thing McGonagall became the Headmistress...but...ah, screw it, this is what I think...what I've decided to write about!

Also, I just made up most of the schedule...FORGIVE ME.

Sorry...this is a heck of a long note...

A'ishah and Lillian: 11

Alwyn (mentioned, but not named): 11

A'ishah had that butterfly-feeling in her belly as she stood in the line with the rest of the new First-Years. That butterfly-feeling had started from the moment she had stepped off of the train, and now it was so bad...she almost fainted, but the idea of the embarrassment that that would cause was an unbearable thought.

So, when the girl in front of her was called, A'ishah composed herself, rather unsuccessfully.

"Lillian Troion!"

The Headmistress, who had introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, called out the name, and the brown-haired girl in front of A'ishah practically ran over to the stool and sat upon it, grinning broadly as the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head.

"...HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat screamed, and a spirited cheer came from the Hufflepuff table. As soon as the Hat had been lifted off, Lillian ran over to the happy table and sat down, smiling broadly.

"A'ishah Linka!"

A'ishah froze, her mind going completely going blank. How do I walk again...?

With a deep breath, the young girl slowly walked up to the stool, and sat down, fighting back the urge to either faint, throw up, or a bit of both. As the Hat was lowered onto her head, doubt grew in her mind:

Oh, my God...what if I'm not chosen? What if this was a cruel trick!? What if...if...if I'm not Sorted at all? What if...I'm just not Sorted, but I'm made to stay here!?

A long, anxious silence filled the room.

"...HUFFLEPUFF!"

A'ishah felt almost giddy in relief; the cheers from the Hufflepuff table were almost non-existent to the nervous girl as she walked rather shakily over to the violently cheering table, choosing the empty place in between Lillian and another first year; a boy with red-brown hair and a disgruntled expression.

"Yay!" Lillian exclaimed, hugging A'ishah excitedly, "you're in Hufflepuff too!"

With a nervous smile, A'ishah hugged back, but accidently brushed the boy beside her. He looked up, and upon seeing her, narrowed his brilliant eyes and hissed in a low whisper that A'ishah could only just hear,

"Watch who you're touching, Mudblood..."

A'ishah let go of Lillian abruptly and turned to the boy, asking softly,

"What'd you just call me?"

But he ignored her, intently focused on grabbing a pasty from the platter that had magically appeared in front of him. With all the grace that only someone with years of practice can do, the boy placed the pasty on his plate, grabbed his knife and fork and cut the pasty up into small pieces, eating as if he was in a posh, refined restaurant.

"Lillian..." A'ishah asked, looking at her friend, who immediately looked at her.

"Yes?"

"...What does 'Mudblood' mea-?" she was cut off as Lillian shoved a pasty into the A'ishah's mouth, and then turned away, chatting to an older-looking Hufflepuff.

A'ishah bit off some of the pasty and glared half-heartedly at her friend, but her attention was drawn back to the boy, who was, in a refined manner, now eating part of a casserole. He looked, in major contrast to everyone else in the Great Hall, worried, angry and, above all, scared, although that was only noticeable by the way his left hand shook while he held his fork.

Well, A'ishah shrugged it off, focusing on her dinner (finally); it's got nothing to do with me...

(Next day)

The sun shone promisingly as A'ishah and Lillian walked towards the Greenhouse, towards Herbology. Lillian was just barely stopping herself from running towards the next class, as her friend was trailing behind her, lost in thought.

"Hey!" A'ishah looked up suddenly, alarm shooting across her face. She frowned slightly at Lillian.

"What? I was thinking!" she snapped, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Lillian looked curiously at her, looking rather concerned at her companion's weariness.

"Are you OK?" she asked, falling next to her and curbing her excitement enough to be able to walk at her side, "I mean, you look so tired..."

"I..." A'ishah yawned again, "I'm fine, Lillian...I just didn't sleep well night. Nerves, y'know?"

This seemed enough of a response for Lillian, and she nodded in agreement before running off, heading towards the Greenhouse at top speed. A'ishah sighed in relief.

In actual fact, the First Year had been unable to sleep; the comment 'Mudblood' had been ringing in her mind ever since dinner that night and the brief, abrupt sentence the other boy had said to her kept replaying in her mind, looming when she was almost asleep:

"Watch who you're touching, Mudblood..."

The phrase was obviously insulting, and, though she didn't know what it meant, it stung her inside to think that someone would say that to her. Those cruel, dark eyes glaring at her...

"A'ishah!"

The warning came too late, as the girl crashed into the Greenhouse window, falling onto the grass in a rather undignified way.

"Typical Mudblood...can't even concentrate on walking properly!"

A'ishah whipped her head around, but all she saw was the tail of a robe entering the building...

So...first Chapter! *no sound*

Sorry if I screwed some things up...:D

Next Up: Year 1: Halloween!

~Padfoot