Most Slytherins don't show emotion. They are as flat, as smooth, and as white as a piece of paper. But not me. I am a different person. I am the one who will step out of what is a norm, and become a taboo. I have every right to do so. Most of my fellow house mates do not think that I am "Slytherin material." They think that I should have been placed into Gryffindor. I haven't told them that I was almost placed there. Something that I was dreading. I suppose, that I am much like the great Harry Potter. Wanting to be in Gryffindor so baldy, that he was placed there. He didn't know that his parents were in Gryffindor. I knew that my parents were from Slytherin. I didn't want to let them down. I wished to be placed there, and lo! I was! My parents rejoiced for days. I don't think that thought that I was going to be in Slytherin. I think they thought that my destiny was for Hufflepuff. I would rather die then be put in that house. They are a jolly lot, and I don't think that I would be prepared to face the happiness that is in that house. All the same, I was not placed there. But, now that I reflect, I do not feel that I should be in Slytherin, but Gryffindor.

I, now, wish that I was placed in Gryffindor. But, all the same, I cannot change the past. Well, at least I thought so. But that was until my third year, when Clover Mapleton was given a Time-Turner. But, nobody knew about it until after she had given it back, sometime in the middle of out fourth year. Even if I was handed a Time-Turner, I would not change what house I was given. In fact, if I do change it, I would not what to make friends with Clove. She would never had taken me as a friend. She had two great friends, Thomas Weasley, and Roman Potter. All three were the grandchildren of the three greatest friends known to wizardkind, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and the great Harry Potter.

I met Roman, in a shop in Diagon Alley. He never knew his parents, just like his father. His father, Jonathan Potter, was murderer months after Roman was born. He was sent to live with his god father, Richard Weasley. There, he lived for a year, while the police was looking for his mother. She was found, but she was dead. No one knew how, or why, she was killed. He was then sent to live in an orphanage. Everyone knew this. We knew this, because of our parents. They were fascinated with Harry Potter, his son, and his Grandson. Us kids didn't know why.

I bet that Roman was pretty shocked when he received his letter. I had been anticipating mine. I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts. I bet that Roman was dreading it. I already had wizard friends. I bet he only had muggle ones, or none at all.

When I met Roman that first day, inside the Leaky Cauldron, I didn't really like him. He seemed kind of stuck up. From the answers he was giving me, it seemed like he didn't want to be their.

"Hi," I had said. He stiffened and said:

"Hello," back.

"How are you?" I had asked.

"Fine," he said, not looking me in the eye, and straight backed. I waited for him to ask me how I was, but he never did.

"Are you muggle born?" I had asked after about ten minutes. I was just trying to be friendly.

"I don't know," he sounded like a brat. My mum started to leave, and tugged on my shirt sleeve to get me to go to.

"Well, I guess that I need to go. I'll see you around?" I asked. He didn't answer. He grunted. I tried again. "Is that a yes?" He grunted again. I certainly didn't want anything to do with that boy after that. I had no idea who this brat-boy was. Well, that was until my mum told me.

"Were you being mean to that boy?" she asked.

"No, mum. He was being mean to me," I told her truthfully.

"Sure," she said sarcastically, "Do you know who he is?"

"No, mum," I told her, trying to live up to my nickname, Angel.

"That is Roman Potter, the son of Jonathan Potter, who is the son of Harry Potter!"

"Oh," I told her, stunned, "But, wasn't Grandfather enemies with Harry Potter?" My mum sighed.

"Yes," she said hesitantly, "But that was along time ago. My father did hate him. He loathed him. Harry Potter won the House Cup every single year that he was at Hogwarts."

Wow. I was shocked. I had just met Roman Potter. That boy was mean. I totally did not expect that the boy who was supposed to be famous. He was mean. Very mean. I didn't want him as a friend. I just wanted to keep my old friends. Until I got to know him.

A/n: Ok guys. I hope you like it. Hehe. Well, that's all I can say now.

Ttfn!

Shadun