Yola readers. This is one of the pieces of writing that stems from bordeom, but captivates you... I had loads of fun thinking of this...Hope you have just as much (if not more) fun reading it :P Also hannawolf had some part in this, she told me the joke that inspired this fiction:)

BTW the main character is an OC, just so you know... and you shall see the reasoning behind the pairing in a few chapters :D

Ashley POV

My name is Ashley Hunter and I am a half-blood witch. My father is a muggle, my mother a witch.

It wasn't until I turned 9 years old, that I learned I had magical blood in my family. I set off a rather large accidental 'Bombarda Maxima' spell in my muggle school. I had no idea what it was at the time, but I had to admit...It was pretty cool!

Mum had to quit her job, so she could come home and 'take care of me'. Shame, they really needed her at work. Luckily, I recieved my Hogwarts letter of acceptance aged 10, so Mum could get her job back, and I could learn magic! It was perfect...well for most of us.

Dad wanted to shelter me from this world, he said he wanted me to have a normal life. But Mum wanted me to make the choice for myself. Of course I wanted to be a part of this world, I wasn't stupid...

But enough about my parents...I am 11 years old, I have short, cropped auburn hair. I hated having long hair, got in the way.

I have a petite frame, with a short-ish stature to match. I'm flat chested and I've never been very girly.

When I was growing up, my friends wanted barbies, I wanted a football. When they all went shopping in Diagon Alley, I played Quidditich. I had always known I was a girl, but apparently...Hogwarts did not...

Oh..My..MERLIN!

Who'd have thunk it, huh? Me? In Gryffindor? I'm so happy I could burst. I met these really nice kids in my house too.

Neville Longbottom- the boy of few words, a bit of a loner really, but I had to say...he had a certain charm about him.

Hermione Granger, I was looking forward to being her friend, a bit of a clever clogs but she knew her banter.

Harry Potter, everyone was making a big fuss over him...I wasn't sure why, he looked like any other 11 year old to me. Well...apart from that weird scar he had on his forehead, pretty cool though...rugged, but the crazy hair gave him back that look of childish innocence.

Fred and George Weasley, identical ginger twins, a right laugh too. But I needed to remember not to trust them, they had that devilish smirk that clearly showed they were trouble.

Then there was their younger brother Ron, a firey haired cutie...a bit sarkie, but a cutie none-the-less. His deep blue eyes, ohh, you could drown in those eyes. His cheeks and ears pink with an adorable blush.

The next thing I knew my head shot forward...Some git had smacked me. I spun round on my seat to see who it was. I ended up looking directly into the stomach of the boy who would soon be the bane of my exsistance. I stood up to meet the piercing gaze of steel grey eyes.

I brushed myself down and tugged at my trouser legs,so they didn't look as though they were too short.

"Y'know a simple 'hello' would have sufficed" I said, smirking.

The blond boy sneered at me, he was wearing robes with an emerald lining-obviously a Slytherin. He was flanked by two bulky boys, one was a little stockier than the other- also wearing emerald lined robes. However, I think the both of them shared the mental capacity of a dust mote...

"How dare you speak to me! Filthy MUDBLOOD!" he spoke with a detestable cockiness, but a clear hatred.

Most people would have slapped him, I however decided to draw my wand.

"What did you just call me?" I spat, my eyes burning in anger.

"Are you deaf, as well as stupid? 1. I called you a Mudblood, and 2. Everyone knows that you cause damage by pointing your wand at the neck of your victim, not the stomach...Moron"

I opened my mouth to reply but there was a rather unexpected interruption...

"Shut your damn mouth, Malfoy!" demanded Ron, standing up from his seat. His ears almost matching his hair.

"Look boys, the Weasel can speak!" laughed Malfoy.

Ron frowned as Hermione pulled his arm so he was sitting again.

"Hey, your battle is with me, you utter arse! Besides, I know my magic, so if I had wanted to kill you, I would aim for your neck. However, I am not so stupid that I would get myself expelled before I have even begun classes. So...I decided just to make life very uncomfortable for you...or at least for the next week anyway...Want a little advice, Malfoy? DO NOT PISS ME OFF!" I screamed as I grabbed his shirt with my free hand, pulling his face close to mine.

"Is there a problem here?" A droning voice asked, as a hand landed on my right shoulder.

I dropped Malfoy's shirt and turned to see another unpleasant face. His nose was large, and slightly hooked. His hair a greasy black curtain, his eyes dark and un-welcoming.

I heard various noises around me. Mostly 'Oh' s and gulps...This was the notorious Professor Serverus Snape, another man who would make my life a living hell.

"Would you care to explain why you are assulting one of my students?" Snape asked, his voice monotonous and dull.

I tried to open my mouth to plead my case, but Malfoy decided to mouth off instead.

"He attacked me Sir! See? His wand is drawn" Malfoy whined, pointing at me.

He?...HE! Oh Hell no!...

I growled furiously and lunged towards the blond rat. Unfortunately for me, Snape was still gripping my shoulder.

"Right! That is it! I will not tolerate violence!" barked Snape, pulling me along as he marched towards the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore...I shoved my wand back into my pocket and neatened myself as best I could.

"Serverus...Would you please tell me why you are dragging a first year to me during dinner?" asked the Headmaster. He had a kind twinkle in his eyes and a soft gentle voice, he reminded me of my Great-Grandad.

"This boy has assulted and threatened one of my students, furthermore, he was completely unprovoked..." Snape drawled...Grr, great now Snape thinks I'm a boy too!

"Headmaster! That's not true, Malfoy was spewing bile about me! I admit I may have over-reacted, but I was certainly provoked" I explained, while recieving a tightened grip on my shoulder, courtesy of Snape.

Dumbledore sighed and set down his knife and fork. "Professor, please apparate yourself and this student to my office. I shall meet you there in a few moments"

The professor merely nodded and clicked his fingers...

The next thing I knew I was sat on the floor of a strange room, filled with books and talking portraits. Floating candles lit the room and was that a...pheonix?

I spluttered and coughed, so that was what Mum meant by 'the first time is always the worst'

"Oh, stop it child...We apparated, it's a perfectly simple thing." droned Snape

"With all due respect Sir...This is my first time...And you didn't exactly give me fair warning" I choked. I tried to stand up, but failed miserably...

"Wingardium Leviosa" muttered Snape

Suddenly, I felt weightless, the floor beneath me was gone...I had ended up dropped (quite literelly!) onto a tattered brown armchair. It looked at least 40 or 50 years old, and almost abused from the look of the ripped seams and missing stuffing.

"Thanks Sir" I said sarcastically, Snape simply sneered in reply.

Just then I heard a crack, Dumbledore had arrived...

"Professor Snape" he said as he nodded towards the head of Slytherin House. I stood up as he appeared, if I was going to respect anyone in this room...It would most certainly be Dumbledore.

"Headmaster" I replied, bowing my head slightly.

Dumbledore sat behind an old cherry wood desk, and stared at Snape.

"You may leave, Serverus. I expect your House is waiting for you to take them to their dormitories." said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Of course" replied Snape, clicking his fingers once more and disappartating into a cloud of smoke.

"Headmaster, I wa..." I began

Dumbledore held up a hand, silencing me. "Please, Miss Hunter...I completely understand the situation you were put in."

I raised a curious eyebrow "You do? Hey...Wait a minute! You called me 'Miss'" I giggled.

"Well, would you rather I refer to you as 'Mr'?" said Dumbledore, smiling.

"If you like, Sir but personally I prefer Ashley or Ash...Sir? How did you know about the whole Malfoy thing?" I asked

"Well, put it this way...Mr Malfoy's family are notorious for taking an automatic dislike to anyone who isn't a 'pureblood'...If you ask me I don't think there is such a thing" he explained. His soft voice echoing throughout the large room.

"Well Headmaster...what should I do about him? If anything...but I can't just let him say those awful things. I may only be a half-blood, but I don't see how that makes him better than me!" I ranted, standing up from the battered chair, and shamefully...stamping my foot.

"Well Ashley, the best advice I can give, is try your best to ignore him...Don't sink to his level. If you hex him or curse him...Aren't you really just as bad as him? Besides, what goes around...comes around" replied Dumbledore calmy.

I nodded, seeing the logic. But still hoping I might be able to personally administer a little vengance.

"Well Sir, I think I had better get going to my dorms. It would be nice to get to know my house-mates a little more before classes start"

"Go ahead...""

I turned on my heels and began to walk away, the sole of my black plimpsolls clicking on the wooden floor

"Oh and Ashley?" he added

"Yes Headmaster?"

"Try to stay out of trouble...for both our sakes" he smiled

Well I hope you enjoyed the start of this...tune in for updates :) Reader make my smile but reviews make me extatic! XD

~Dirty Little Half-Blood