The Banned of Hogwarts

Chapter One

First day at Hogwarts, and Kat and Beth were sitting opposite each other in the Great Hall. They'd both been sorted into Slytherin, but neither of them were particularly happy. Their other best friend, Becca, had been sorted into stinking Gryffindor. What the hell kind of a name is Gryffindor anyway?

"Are we still on for tomorrow?" asked Beth, almost nervously. The three had been a trio since before they were born, but now they were separated by houses and several floors of classrooms. Now, it was weird with just two of them. Kat looked up and made eye contact with Becca, who nodded slowly.

"We can't have a Gryffindor." Beth looked up with a start. "She agreed last week, we all did, that if any of us got in anywhere other than Slytherin then we wouldn't join in." Kat sighed, and nodded back at Becca. With that, there seemed to be an uneasy agreement between the three eleven year olds, and they went back to eating.

Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, looked sideways at the two girls and wondered what they were talking about. But he quickly lost interest as they mentioned Gryffindor. Although, Harry Potter was in Gryffindor, so that could create some interesting dynamics in the year group. He had quickly established a power base amongst the first years, forming an alliance with Zacharias Smith, a Hufflepuff, Blaise Zabini, also of Slytherin, and his two lackeys Crabbe and Goyle. However, Draco did need some way into the lives of the females of his year, and this Beth seemed to be an interesting way in.

"What?" asked the blonde girl of the scion of Malfoy as he seemed to stare at her. He blushed a deep crimson, and looked away, fearful of being caught staring. Beth shrugged, and looked back up at Kat. "Where are we meeting then?" she asked.

"There's a room near our dorms, apparently. We can use that." Beth nodded, and turned to face Becca, pulling a face at her.

Becca sighed, and looked down at her food, unable to eat it. She hadn't wanted to be a Slytherin in the first place, they seemed far too cruel to have anything to do with her. In a way, she was almost grateful to be put in Gryffindor. The girl sitting next to her patted her arm again, and she sighed yet again, and face her.

She was visually assaulted by a large pair of teeth and bushy hair, at the sight of which she quickly slid backwards on the bench and bumped into a red headed and freckly boy.

"I'm Hermione Granger," said the bush of hair. "Are you from a Wizarding family? I've been looking for people to tell me all about what it's like in the Wizarding world, but so far no one's wanted to talk to me."

I wonder why, she thought sarcastically, before smiling at the over enthusiastic girl.

"Yes, all my family are magical," she said, reluctantly, looking over at Beth and Kat sniggering at Malfoy on the Slytherin table. Beth turned around slightly and waved her arm wildly.

"Talk to Harry!" she mouthed over the heads of the Ravenclaws, and Becca rolled her eyes as the food vanished from the tables and they began filing out of the Great Hall.

Kat and Beth followed a Slytherin prefect down several flights of stairs before reaching their common room where they were told the password was Pure.

They looked into the common room, and were amazed at the sight before them.

Although the walls were made of the same dull stone as the rest of the school, the Slytherins of past had decorated this room with intricate designs in green and silver paint on the bare walls. Streams of green light were threaded across the room, casting an almost eerie look across the surroundings, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, although they were unlit. Large bay windows were set into the walls through which a green light filtered from the lake. A shoal of fish swam by, glinting silver in the soft light. A pair of heavy curtains hung on either side of all the windows, pulled open by silver sashes. Two large sofas dominated most of the room, grouped around a fireplace where a fire raged, warming up the room, although not by much.

"Girls, your dorms are through the door over there on the left. Boys, yours are on the right. Breakfast is at eight and your first lesson is at nine. Try and be on time, else you will find detentions to be the least of your worries if we lose too many points." With that, he swept away from the first years to join some of his own year in a game of wizards chess.

They edged their way slowly towards the dorm rooms, slightly wary of all the older Slytherins, who paid them no heed. The dorm room they entered into were decorated just as exquisitely as the common room, and they could see their trunks were already at the foot of their beds. Beth and Kat were grateful their beds were next to each other.

In their room, there were three other girls, Pansy Parkinson and Hestia and Flora Carrow. None of them seemed particularly friendly, and there was an uncomfortable silence as the five of them got changed and into their beds.

The next morning, they ran into Becca at the entrance to the Great Hall, and she lamented her problems of Hermione Granger.

"She is literally the most annoying person ever. I can't bare her."

"What kind of name is Hermione, anyway?" asked Beth. Kat laughed.

"I bet it's made up." They all laughed together, and sneered at the muggle born as she went past them into the hall.

"Break it up," came a bossy voice from behind them, and they all turned their glares onto an older Gryffindor wearing a prefects badge. His hair was red.

"Of course, Weasley," Kat jeered, and they all headed into the hall. Despite her protests, Beth and Kat dragged Becca to the Slytherin table.

"Guys, I don't think this is allowed," she said uncertainly, but sat down anyway on the bench. She picked up a croissant and began spreading butter all over it. Beth grabbed some cornflakes, and Kat just poured out some pumpkin juice. As they were eating, Snape headed towards them, a handful of parchment gripped in his fist.

"Bowhill, Yorke, here are your timetables." He thrust two of the timetables at the girls, before looking down his nose at Williams, what are you doing here? That'll be ten points from Gryffindor, go back to your own table." Becca looked at her friends fearfully for a moment, before heading away to the Gryffindor table, being intercepted by McGonagall on the way with her timetable. From the side of the hall, they heard some of the emeralds fall back down into the rest of the hourglass. "I suggest you two keep away from people in that house," Snape warned. "They are nothing but…" He stared at the table for a full minute as Harry Potter was sitting down. "Trouble," he said suddenly, making both girls jump, as he swept away.

"He's weird," muttered Beth, as they stared after him.

"He's hot," sighed a seventh year girl, as she looked where they were. The two girls exchanged glances quickly, deciding to leave the table, which was apparently filled with complete and utter lunatics.

"Potions," groaned Becca as they joined her at the exit. "I hate Snape."

The three girls trailed down through the school towards the potions room and domain of one Severus Snape.

As the week went on, Becca became more and more exasperated with Hermione Granger. Everything the girl did annoyed her, to the point where she was considering writing to Kat's older sister for some sort of untraceable poison.

"I swear, the other day here finger almost went up my nose. She needs to get herself sorted out. Also, she told me she doesn't like Quidditch. What sort of girl doesn't like Quidditch?" The rants went on and on.

Of course, they couldn't just let their friend, almost their sister, put up with someone like Hermione Jean Granger without making her suffer. So that's what they vowed to do.