"MISS Y/N!" Your head jerked up from your potions notes, to see none other than your potions master glowering down at you. You visibly gulped, the lump almost catching on the blue and silver tie that you sported. "Y-yes, Sir?" You asked, quietly. "Did I really just catch you not paying attention?" He inquired. "N-no, Sir. I was taking notes, Sir. See?" You quickly turned your notes around for him to look at. His dark eyes scanned over the words you'd written, before turning the notes back to face you. "Although I'm sure it is one of the few difficult concepts for a Ravenclaw to comprehend, notes are not everything, Miss Y/N. You'd do well to watch me as I prepare the potion, myself. 5 points from Ravenclaw."

Your shoulders slumped. You wanted to talk back, and say how unfair that was, but that would only get you in more trouble. "... Yes, Sir." You said, bowing your head. Without another word, Professor Snape glided away to the front of the room. You sighed, under your breath, and put your notes to the side. It was time to begin potion brewing. You were brewing a "simple" healing elixir. It was not simple in the slightest, requiring many, many ingredients.

The problem was that there was an odd number in the class, and you just so happened to be the one without a partner. Oh well, you were perfectly fine with that, in theory. However, it was a little difficult to supervise the potion and retrieve ingredients at the same time, even with you being the closest to supply pantry. That and there was nobody to correct you if you ever made a mistake. But, that's why you don't make mistakes. Never have you ever made a mistake when it came to potions.

Still, just because you were good at brewing potions correctly didn't give you any protection against the words of your classmates. Speaking of which… You could hear them all snickering at you, whispering to each other in hushed tones about you, a lone Ravenclaw, who just got reprimanded by her own… potions master. Yes, potions master, nothing more. As you left your post for the supplies you needed, you heard one Ravenclaw boy, whisper to his partner how horrible you were, losing their perfect house five points for being so stupid.

"Shut up, you idiot. You were taking notes as well." You grumbled under your breath. "He just chose to reprimand me, and not you." You quickly retrieved your items, and returned to your cauldron. After following the instructions in your notes and potions book, you bottled some of the healing elixir and took your cauldron off the fire. You then brought the elixir to the professor. He took the elixir from you, and you stepped back, knowing that he hates it when students linger too close to his desk. He nodded once, acknowledging your respect for his space, and began to examine the elixir. It was the correct color, odor, and consistency.

The final test was him bringing out an injured rat, and sprinkling a little of your potion into the poor creature's mouth. The gash in the rat's side closed, as if it was never hurt. Proffessor Snape nodded. "Once again, average performance, Miss Y/N." You pursed your lips. "Come now, we both know that your average is far greater than everyone else's. 10 points to Ravenclaw, seeing as you're also the first student to complete it, correctly." It was as though a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you released the breath you didn't know you were holding.

He approves: Thank Merlin.

He then placed the vial into a unit with your name on it. You returned to your station so that you could wait for the period to end. You could hear the other Ravenclaws whispering about how you clearly had no abilities when it came to potions, and that he was just being easy on you because of your relationship with the Potions teacher. And what relationship, may you ask? Why, the- BLLLLLL RRRRRR IIIIII NNG! The bell went. You packed up your things, while everyone else filed out of the room. You kept your head low, and it seemed that your potions teacher noticed. "Y/N," He spoke up. "Yes, Sir?" You asked, fearing that he was going to reprimand you for some other petty little thing.

"I heard the others whispering about you, what exactly were they saying?" He asked. Wow, he actually pays attention to what they say about you. That's a first. "Uhh, um," You said, still surprised that he even noticed your life's troubles, seeing as he didn't seem to notice you unless he was reprimanding you or grading your work. "Well, Y/N?" "They were saying that I'm not as good at potions as my grade shows, and that you're simply giving me a grade I don't deserve because of our relationship."

Professor Snape frowned. "Listen here, Y/N. I am going to say this once, and I want you to make sure they know it: You are nothing more than another student in my class, so long as we reside in this school." A part of your heart ached, but you simply nodded your head. "Yes, Father." "I beg your pardon?" He said, arching his eyebrow. "Oh, right. Yes, Sir." "That's better." He said. "Now, go. And don't be late for Charms." You nodded, leaving him to himself.

Yeah, not a lot of fatherly affection there. You blame the Sorting Hat. It didn't have to put you in Ravenclaw! It could've just as easily have put you in Slytherin, but nooo, the Sorting Hat just had to disgrace you and sort you into a house other than that which your father is head of. You sighed. "At least it didn't sort me into Gryffindor," You thought. "Merlin, have mercy. He probably would've disowned me." You shuddered at the thought. Where would you be then? When you saw that you'd caught up to your fellow Ravenclaws, you pushed those thoughts aside and went to tell them what your fa- potions master had said.

"Guys!" You called, earning their attention. "What is it, Y/N?" A girl asked, exasperatedly. "I just wanted to convey a message from Professor Snape, he told me to make sure you knew:" You began. "He says, "so long as we reside in this school together, I am nothing more than just another student in his class." So rest assured that I earned my grade just as you did, through my sheer talent at brewing potions." With that you made your way past them with your chin held high. "Have a nice day, you all." You called back to them.

"You may think what you want, Y/N. You'll never belong in Ravenclaw. You're a snake with blue eyes!" A boy called. This caused you to stop. "You're right, the Sorting Hat made a mistake." You said, sarcastically, while turning around to face him. "Perhaps, you should go ask if you were sorted into the right house? You sound like a Gryffindor, to me, right now: Audacious, loud-mouthed, and narcissistic." You then turned and walked into charms.

Professor Flitwick nodded his head at the young fourth year. "Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick." You said, nodding. "Good afternoon, Miss Snape." He replied. "Is your father well?" "With due respect, I wouldn't know, Professor." You responded, sadly. "I haven't seen my father since I stepped off the train, four years ago." "You don't go to potions class?" He asked. "Professor Snape is not my father. He's my potions master that I just so happen to live with over the summer." "I see that you left your family ties at the door that first night?" He chuckled. "I did, but there's no use fetching them, now. The head of Slytherin house has no use for a daughter in Ravenclaw. If anything, she is disgrace to his name. I really am surprised he kept me, even if I'm not in Gryffindor."

Professor Flitwick pursed his lips. "Well, enough about that matter. Is Professor Snape well?" "He seemed to be. There was nothing odd about his behavior." You replied. "That's good to know." Professor Flitwick hummed, before motioning for you to take a seat. Everyone else was filing into the classroom now, as you took out your 4th year transfiguration book.

"Turn to page 493, if you would." Professor Flitwick instructed. "We'll be practicing giving movement to inanimate objects." I eyed the figurine in front of me. It was a simple figurine of a girl and boy, both in decadent outfits. "Now, as you can see, the two objects in front of you are all, ceramic. So, can anyone guess the first word in our incantation?" You raised your hand. "A mix of the latin root for two, duo, and the french word for ceramic, ceramique, perhaps."

Professor Flitwick smiled. "Correct, Miss Y/N." He confirmed, "The first word in our incantation is duocerami, say it back to me," "Duocerami," Everyone repeated, with you copying down the word and how to pronounce it. Do - oh - sare - am - ee. You wrote, waiting for the second word, though you were pretty sure that you already knew what it was. "And now, to the second word. We're going to make this two ceramic objects move, so what word would fit best?" Once again, you raised your hand. However, so did Draco, your Slytherin friend.

Professor Flitwick called on him. "Mr. Malfoy," "We would use the latin root loco, to describe the position of the object, and the latin root moto, to describe the action of moving said object." "Very good, Mr. Malfoy. I'm impressed. The second word of our incantation is locomotor. Repeat," Professor Flitwick instructed. "Locomotor," You were right. You copied the second word down as well. Lo - co - mo - tor. "Alright, and now you simply point your wand at your target, and enunciate the syllables am - i and mo - tor. Watch," He pointed his wand at the two figurines and spoke very clearly, "Duocerami Locomotor." The two figurines, a pair of dogs playing began to tumble about across his podium.

Some of the students smiled at the childish scene, and began at once to try and make their figurines dance and play and fight with each other. You practiced the incantation under your breath, not moving your wand. "Duocerami Locomotor, Duocerami Locomotor, Duocerami Locomotor…" When you were certain that you were pronouncing the incantation correctly, you pointed your wand at the pair of figurines. "Duocerami Locomotor!" You said, causing the boy and girl to start ballroom dancing. Your friend, Luna Lovegood, caused her figurines to start playing a waltz.

Draco Malfoy's figurines started dueling with swords, while Crabbe and Goyle just made their figurines fall asleep. You chuckled at the two numbskulls. Draco's head perked up at the sound, and so you pointed to Crabbe and Goyle. When he looked over, he laughed too. Crabbe and Goyle sulked. "Well done!" Professor Flitwick clapped, once everyone managed to get their figurines to do something. Luna's figurines continued to play, while yours continued to dance. "Oh, look everybody! Look at Miss Y/N's pair go!" You smiled, and placed your hand for the pair to dance on.

Luna picked hers up as well, and we put the pair on the floor. "Engorgio!" You said, using the charm you learned a few weeks ago, so that the figurines could be enlarged for people to better see. Professor Flitwick was pleased. "Splendid, Miss Y/N!" He cheered. "Very good!" You smiled, and let the figurines finish their dance, before shrinking them back to their normal size.

"Now, how to make them stop moving!" Professor Flitwick said, clapping his hands and simply tapping the pair of puppies and saying, "Duocerami Locoprohibe!" The puppies stopped right where they were. "Repeat," "Duocerami Locoprohibe!" Everyone said. "Well done, now, the same wand movement as before is used, so go ahead and give it a try!" You looked at the pair and pointed your wand at them. "Duocerami Locoprohibe!" The pair froze.

At the end of class, you packed up your things, getting ready to return to your dorm so that you could do your homework in peace. And when you say "in peace" you mean shutting yourself in your dorm with your headphones. And before you say "But, Author-chan! Muggle electronics don't work on school campus! The magical energy clogs their systems," you don't have your phone, but you do have a certain spell that you named after a certain streaming app: Pandora. (For all you spotify and iHeartradio people, Pandora has a pretty name, so you named it that!)

You got to your dorm and sat on your bed, putting on your headphones You then pointed your wand at the pair of headphones and tapped them twice before saying, "Pandora." The song that started to play had to be one of the saddest once you knew. It was called Daddy's little girl, by Frankie J. You started to shake as the first verse started singing about a broken family that was getting divorced. A few tears threatened to fall as you got to the pre-chorus:

And she says,

"Daddy, Daddy, don't leave!

I'll do anything to keep you

Right here with me!

Can you see how much I need you?

Daddy, Daddy, don't leave!

Mommy is sayin' things she don't mean!

She don't know what she's talkin' about,

Somebody hear me out!

You curled up in a ball, as the chorus started to play.

Father, listen…"

Tell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go.

"Father…" Save him!

"I will do anything in return,

I'll clean my room;

Try hard in school;

I'll be good, I promise you.

Father, Father! I pray to you…"

You quickly swished your wand from right to left, which was the way you signaled for the song to skip to the next one. It wasn't much better. Apologize by Timbaland ft. One Republic. "Really?" You groaned, wiping away a tear, and swishing your wand again. The next song was Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye. Your right eye twitched, as you swished your wand again. "So help me, if this next song is a sad one…" Just Give Me A Reason by P!nk ft. Nate Ruess. You pulled off the headphones and threw them across the room. "SILENCIO!" You yelled at the offending noise maker, silencing it with surprising ease. You were good at charms, having practiced the 5th year level magic with Professor Flitwick's 5th year class.

You growled, before continuing on with your homework in silence. After finishing, you had calmed down, as was necessary for Divination. You picked up the headphones, reusing the Pandora spell once they were situated on your head. Finally, a good song was playing into your ears, What the Hell by Avril Lavigne. You grinned, and checked the time to see that it was only around 4:30. You quickly changed into some day clothes, before you made your way down the stairs, out the common room and down to the first floor. You waved to any friends you may have greeted on your way, specifically letting Fred and George listen to your song. They liked it, as they usually like your american muggle music.

Once you got to the first floor, you bumped into a certain blonde haired boy that you were friends with, and secretly fancied. "Draco!" You said, happily, hugging him. "Hello, Y/N. How are you today?" "I'm better, now that class is over." "Were those idiot blackbirds bothering you again?" You pouted, nodding. "They aren't idiots though. You know I'm a Ravenclaw, myself. Be nice." You said, latching onto his arm as he led you outside. "Your robes say it all, Y/N. I know you're a Ravenclaw. But you're both a true Ravenclaw and something totally different, at the same time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, a tad bit defensively. "The best of both worlds, of course." He replied, holding up the hand of the arm you weren't clinging to. "You're saying that you think there's an upside to being a Ravenclaw?" You chuckled. "Haha. If you're joking, that's funny; If you're serious, I beg to differ." "I mean what I say. You must have some very good grades, I bet." "Only the expectation for them is guaranteed with the territory. Which is very bad for those of us who are wizened only be the knowledge we acquire on the streets, and not in the classroom."

Draco hummed, nodding at the explanation. "That makes sense. A common misconception about Ravenclaws: They all have straight O's." You smiled a little. "If only… But, no. Then, Ravenclaw would win the house cup every year." You chuckled. "Come on, the guests will be arriving soon." Oh, you didn't know? The Triwizard Tournament is being hosted at Hogwarts, and word had been received last week that the students of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and of the Durmstrang Institute would be arriving today.

Authors Note: I fricken hate this website. ALL I WANT TO DO IS POST A POLL WITH PICTURES IN IT! UGHHHHHHHHHH