Prologue
I watched in silence, watching the famed Harry Potters sorting. I knew what his options were; it would be silly to think nought. My sorting was next, but I knew what house I was to be in.
"Tonks, Noele!" The deputy headmistress spoke clearly.
Walking to the stool in silence, I control my natural urges to let my abilities to take hold. Nymmy told me to be careful with my metamophagus abilities; she wanted to save me the hurt of being taken advantage of.
"Interesting." The hat hummed in my mind. "The intelligence you have is astounding. The loyalty as well, but perhaps not Hufflepuff material. The cunning and ambition which shines through is quite amusing. A Slytherin in Gryffindor and vice versa would be an argument to watch. What a storm you will bring, little miss. I think, yes, this house will suit indefinitely."
"Gryffindor!" The hat bellowed.
Gryffindor cheering loudly, my sister, Nymphadora Tonks, cheering loudly at the Hufflepuff table.
I slowly made my way down, ignoring the discouraging I could already feel. 'Cowardly Lions always pack more bite and bark.' I think to myself quietly.
My first year at Hogwarts was an adventure. As soon as I could, I befriended Neville Longbottom. It also didn't hurt that whenever someone bullied him, a few hexes and pranks were pulled on the offenders. Thankfully most professors said I reminded them of one of their previous students, I pretended to clueless, though I always shared a smile with Professor Dumbledore, I swear that he knew who and what I was as soon as my name was called.
There were times I had to be sly, convincing Neville to take his rememberball with him to flying lessons. Oh, I loved the look on ferrets face when he saw me stand up to him.
"Listen here ferret face, why don't just leave him alone. You're nothing more than just a whiney spoilt brat who would turn on anyone." I growled. "Don't forget, even though my mum was disowned, we inherited the Black Temper. Do not cross me."
He turned a new shade of white, I lovingly named Ferret Malfoy. Then Harry Potter showed us why he deserved the title 'The youngest Seeker in 100 years'. Of course it was amazing; he was a natural on the broom. It took every bit of control I had to stop from shouting at the top of my lungs.
Maybe I wasn't so careful, telling Nymmy and Neville how I predicted it.
The year went off with a bang, the Golden Trio thought it was Snape trying to get the Philosopher's Stone, though I knew different, and they save the stone, the Flamels destroying it as soon as they could. Of course I dropped clues whenever they were around, telling Hermione she could borrow my book that she was looking for. Also, Gryffindor won the House Cup. We weren't as bad as we would have been originally, the points I earned were helpful, but the points Neville earned where what gave us the House Cup.
I was so proud of him; I gave him a tight hug and whispered how proud his parents were of him. He turned a new shade of red.
Now, as our first year ends, it's time to put my plans into fruition. And, I may have overlooked my place in Harry Potter's life. It's not my fault it took me until my fourth year I liked him, or my sixth year that I loved him.