Please let me know what you think! This is my first Harry Potter FanFic on here so I'm down for any constructive criticism and suggestions!

-circonflexe

First Day

The sun was bright but the mood was dim, a confusing situation really. Most likely because it was the first day back at school and everything's grim when there are textbooks involved. I'd left my room this morning in a huff, Petunia scowling and grunting at me the whole time. She's still not over my being a part of this world, and a part of me doesn't think she ever will be. We were never truly that close but I feel like we could have been and that bothered me.

I grimaced as the sun shot into my irises, blurring my vision for a moment only to have me trip and fall off the train. I gasped for air before looking around at my scattered belongings and realizing one had gone missing. The most important one.

I crawled to the gap quite desperately but I didn't care, I had to get it back. I reached down between the train and the cement reaching before my fingers brushed the familiar surface of the book's spine. I grabbed it and thrust it up, clinging to it as if it were my life support. I couldn't lose this. I simply couldn't.

Just then I got the wind kicked out of me as a body tripped over mine.

"Oy, the bloody hell is this." came the surprised obnoxious voice. Of course it was none other than James Potter.

I scowled at the back of his head before he turned around and returned the grimace.

"Ugh get out of my way Evans."

Before I could retort I was being helped up by none other than James Potter's right hand man, Sirius Black.

"Give the girl a break Potter, I swear your glasses don't even work half the time, I don't know how you couldn't have seen her."

James simply chuckled to his friend before spinning on his heel and disappearing from view. Sirius apologized bashfully and ran after his friend, slinging his hard across his back shoulder, the two of them dying of laughter over something, probably me.

He disgusted me. From the very start Potter had acted as if I he was king of the year , not noticing anything past Sirius's tousled hair. I swear they had the most confusing bromance I'd ever seen.

I stood there fuming for a while before a tall dark string haired familiar presence came to join me by my side, crouching to my level and mimicking my scrunched up face.

"What are we staring at?" asked Severus.

"Just at a couple of idiots," I replied coldly before shuffling off in a hurry.

I scribbled down whatever I could muster of Sprout's banter. She had decided to skip past the first day no work casualties to all the amazing technical facts of spells of our first quiz next week. Perfect, thank you. Just what I needed to start this semester off, some arthritis.

"Psst."

I turned to my side, seeing Sirius's eyes come through that mop on his head.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Can I borrow a quill, I lost mine."

"Its the first day, you're already starting it like this?"

"So?"

"Fine." I muttered curses under my breath as I threw the quill in his direction, nearly knocking over his ink bottle.

Just then I felt a thump on my head this time. I turned towards Sirius only to see a crumpled up note right next to me. I coyly opened to see a small yet simple question: Want to be my partner?

My head spun until I was making contact with a bashful Sirius who had a silently laughing James next to him. Boys never asked me anything unless it was a joke, so thats what this must have been to them. A sick joke. I grimaced and turned my attention back to the front of the room.

"Now this will be one of our few lectures held in this auditorium, the rest will be in the greenhouse where you will be rearing and growing your own herbs and plants. Also this year, we've decided to do things a little bit differently," she looked down excitedly at her note pad before continuing.

"We will be combining this year's Advanced Herbology course with Potions into one cohesive unit. You will grow and rear your own ingredients and aim to create a designated brew each week, you will be doing this in teams of two for which I will be assigning next class, any questions?"

She looked around the room before calling on James who had his hand raised a little too high for my liking.

"Yes, James."

"Can one of the brews be a shampoo for Severus? I think he's run out for the last 5 years."

The whole class exploded in laughter, taking several minutes before it reached back its calm.

Sprout crinkled her nose in bemusement with Potter's comment.

"Ah starting off the year splendidly Mr. Potter aren't we? A week's detention."

I turned my head back around and threw the note from behind me, it contained an angry responsive drawing and I wanted them to get caught.

"I saw that Ms. Evans, detention for you as well."

My head bolted upright in alert.

"But that is completely not fair-" I was cutoff by the bell as well as everyone rampaging cattle-like exit.

Sprout just looked at me with pity as I stood there dumbfounded. Detention? Me? Was this a joke? How the hell did she even see that?

Severus waited patiently for me to come out of my stupor as I contemplated numerous revenge plots. We'd been very close earlier on, before Hogwarts when he'd told me about his world and that he recognized I could do magic. But ever since first year we'd been sorted into different houses which had caused us to kind of drifted apart over the years, only keeping in contact during the school year in whatever classes we had together, which was rare. However, it was last year, when I'd stood up to Potter bullying him that he'd called me "a filthy mudblood." Something that was actually quite hard to forget no matter how hard I tried, my heart would not forgive him.

"You don't have to wait up Severus, I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

He shrugged before heading towards the door, pausing in the doorway, "Thanks for that," he mumbled.

"Don't mention it." I answered back, still dazed and contemplating my next week in hell, hardly registering the sound of my former friend's fleeting footsteps.