Me: Stop it!
Malfoy: Come on! What are you waiting for? Make me stop! Don't just stand there like a coward!
(It was snowing. I was outside in one of the many courtyards at Hogwarts. I could barely see a thing; that's when I did a face-plant...right into Malfoy. Now he was pushing me around.)
Me: Just go away!
Malfoy: (He backed off) Awww! Are you scared? Funny, I heard you had powers that are foreign to us here at Hogwarts. Come on! Use them! Let me see what you got!
(I suddenly realized that he was right. I could squash him like the bug he was. I've always been around people who don't know my powers, and now that everyone knows, I've forgotten about how I can't pretend I don't have them. I glared at him.)
Me: What are you trying to do, huh? Get rid of your competition? Cause I know that's the only reason why you're harassing me! I'm a threat to you! (I stared into his icy eyes)
Malfoy: (He laughed) Right! Like I'm scared of you!
Me: Well let me tell you something. I am not afraid of you! (I scoffed) And I know you're already acquainted with Harry Potter. He's your biggest threat! I can see it in your eyes...and read it in your mind..however small it may be.
(His features, which were already set in a scowl, became more intense. He looked like he wanted to just knock me out...instead he turned around and stalked away.)
(I bent down and picked up my books. Wow! That was the first time I've used some of my powers to read someone's mind and actually defend myself! It felt great, but I knew that I had to limit myself to what I could do. I stood back up.)
Me: (I looked up at the school) My first day here, and the first person I meet is the biggest jerk known to man. Go figure!
(I brushed the snow off of my uniform and felt my hair; it was soaked. Perfect, I thought. I looked at my watch, I still had half and hour before my first class started. I ran over to a tiny pond; it was frozen over. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking, I was still shy about my powers. I took off the black glove that was on my right hand, and tapped my index finger into the ice; I quickly pulled it off. All of a sudden, just as I had intended, the ice turned into a glass mirror. I snapped my fingers and my hair brush flew out of my bag, I quickly fixed my hair and then returned it to my bag. I tapped the mirror and it returned back to ice. Someone appeared behind me.)
Harry: Hello.
(I spun around, startled.)
Harry: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
Me: It's okay. (then I giggled) Um...whoever you are, I can't see you. It's snowing too hard.
(He stepped in closer to me so that I could see him. When I saw him I gasped in surprise.)
Me: (I smiled) Hello Harry.
Harry: You know me?
Me: Everybody knows you, Mr. Potter.
Harry: (He laughed) I guess so. Are you new here?
Me: Yeah, I just arrived here this morning.
Harry: Have you met anyone yet?
Me: Besides Dumbledor, nobody. Oh wait, I did meet this horrible boy...Draco.
Harry: Malfoy?
Me: Yeah, that's the one.
Harry: What did he do to you?
Me: Well, I sort of...bumped into him...literally. He didn't take too kindly to that.
Harry: Yeah, that sounds like Malfoy. He didn't hurt you, did he?
Me: No, I got him to leave rather quickly.
Harry: That's good. (He looked down. Then he looked back up at me.) I'm sorry, we've been talking a few moments and I haven't even asked you your name...
Me: Oh, I'm Brittany. No special name here...
Harry: (He smiled) Just a special person. (I blushed) Where is your first class?
(I handed him the paper)
Harry: That's my class too! Come on, we'll go together.
Me: Thank you, I'd like that.
Harry: If you don't mind my asking, what's your last name?
Me: Samuels.
Harry: Hmm...the name sounds familiar.
Me: (I could feel my face grow hot) I can't imagine why.
(We walked to our first class together. When we walked in the door most of the class was already there. They were all chatting excitedly. It was only the second day of the school. I had come a day late. When we closed the door, a wave of silence washed over the classroom. They were all staring at me. Or perhaps it was Harry, I wasn't sure.)
Prof. Snape: Ahh... here she comes now. Class, this is Ms. Samuels. She's new here. She arrived a day late. Let me also point out that she is your age, and yet she got to skip her first few years here at Hogwarts. If there are any complaints...see Professor Dumbledor.
(I followed Harry down the back row and sat in an empty desk beside him. I looked around at the faces that were staring at me. I noticed Malfoy sitting in the front row.)
Prof. Snape: I can see you have already met Mr. Potter. (He glared at Harry.) Come here, Ms. Samuels, if you don't mind.
(I stood up and silently made my way up to the front of the class.)
Prof. Snape: I know all of you know of Mr. Potter, but there's a story behind his that not many others know.
(I looked at the stone floor. I knew what he was going to tell them.)
Prof. Snape: This child here was born on the exact same day, exact same hour, exact same second, that Mr. Potter got his scar. Now, Ms. Samuels, may I ask you a question?
Me: Yes, sir, you may. (I was still looking down)
Prof. Snape: Are you...a wizard?
Me: (I looked up at him) Sir...I...I don't know.
Prof. Snape: (He pointed towards the back wall) You see that on the wall, the Slytherin banner?
Me: Yes, sir.
Prof. Snape: Will you bring it over here? Using your...unique powers...I mean.
(I lifted my right hand. I could, of course use whichever hand I wanted but I tend to favor my right.)
Prof. Snape: Aren't you going to use your wand?
(A rhetorical question. I looked at him. He knew I didn't need one. And then I looked back to the banner. With a quick gesture of my hand, the painting flew across the room, and floated right above the teachers' desk. I then, very slowly, made it land on the desk. The class started to whisper.)
Prof. Snape: (He let out a tiny laugh, it sounded like, "huh.") The only reason why she got to skip grades is because her powers are very foreign to us here at Hogwarts; they seemed to be rather advanced. So we placed her at your level. This is the only time we have ever made an exception. (He set his gaze on Harry.) Mr. Potter, you were only a few weeks old when you got your scar, am I correct?
Harry: Yes, sir.
Prof. Snape: Well, then you are only a few weeks older than her. (He turned to me) You may return back to your seat, Ms. Samuels.
(I started back to my seat.)
Prof. Snape: Your first name is...
Me: (I stopped and looked at him.) Brittany. (Then I turned and headed back toward my seat.)