During the summer before my fifth year in wizarding school, my mother transferred me to Hogwarts. I went to school in America to live away from the shame of my father. Thankfully, no one knew my secret.

I went shopping at Diagon Alley. The whole place was buzzing with first through eight years. It was exciting.

I was thrilled to meet the boy who lived, Harry Potter. My mother had spoke of him often. Being a teacher at Hogwarts, she always told me of his heroic misadventures.

"Oh my! You're Harry Potter!" I squealed with delight.

"Hello. Um.. What's your name?" He asked her looking at none other than Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Oh. Right. My name is Melanie McGonagall. Most just call me Annie. Probably because of the red hair." I pointed to my head and laughed.

The trio smiled at me. Hermione spoke realizing what I had said.

"Wait. Did you say McGonagall? Are you professor McGonagall's daughter?" She asked.

"I sure am. Though this year is my fifth year, I still have to be sorted. I went to school in America." "Wow. What was that like?" Ron asked.

"Probably the same as here, ya know. Bullies and such. I didn't have very many friends. Plus, you don't make very many friends when your head is stuck in a book."

Hermione nudged Harry.

"I like her."

"Well, I couldn't imagine why."

We all shared a laugh and went our separate ways. It was only a few days from Hogwarts Express.

They day we were boarding, I found the gang in their own compartment. Harry and Ron were wearing sweaters Mrs. Weasley had made. One had a large R and the other a H. They made me smile. Hermione was already dressed in her uniform. She hated changing on the train. I told them I never wore a uniform or robes to school. They nearly fainted. I explained that even through the school was hidden and if any muggle walked by they needed to see a regular classroom full with regular kids.

I wore a t-shirt with "I'm a real witch" in glitter and shorts that were frayed and torn. I didn't care what I looked like as long as I was comfortable.

Just then, a blond boy and two ugly dark haired boys entered the cabin.

"Oh look. Potter's come back to annoy us." The boy looked at me. "And he's made a new friend."

I looked at Hermione next to me and nudged my head towards the door.

"That's Draco Malfoy. No matter what you will be insulted by his antics."

"Shut up Mud-Blood." Hermione grew red in the face with his remark. I got up and slapped him the face. He was shocked. His pale skin had a red handprint which made me smile. It wiped the smirk off his face.

"You can't talk to people that way. So what if she has muggle parents. It doesn't make her a bad person. Though it makes you a bad person for making fun of her. Now get out." He turned on his heel and left with his cronies. I sat back down. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

The gang initiated me into their sort of club.

That night when were all rushed off the train in our robes, which still made me feel weird, I was separated into the first year group. I had to wait in line as all of the first years were sorted and Dumbledore spoke just before my name was called.

"Since our new student is a child of a professor here, the sorting hat knows not to pick her favorite house. There still are three great houses to be sorted in to. Please come up here, Melanie McGonagall."

I stepped up to the stool placed in front of the entire hall. My heart was pounding and my palms were clammy. My mother looked at me with terror in her eyes. Before she could place the sorting hat on my head, it shouted out Slytherin. My mother looked like she was going to cry. I smiled at her and went to my table.

Draco and his cronies insisted on me sitting next to them. I only did so I would have some where to sit. Most of the Slytherins looked away from me or even acknowledge me.

"I figured you'd be a Gryffindor like Potter." He said smirking, a red mark still across his left cheek.

"Well, I cant because my mom favors Gryffindor. Otherwise I'd probably be over there with my friends." I said grabbing some fruit out of a bowl.

"I have a real question for you."

"What's that?"

"Who's your father? Is it a muggle? Because it would be a shock for you to be over here in the pure bloods."

"Actually my father is a wizard. We just don't talk. I don't really even know who he is." I lied through my teeth. I knew who my father was, I just couldn't tell anyone. Plus, it would make Harry and the gang hate me.

I ate in silence and pondered my future at Hogwarts. I figured as long as I could keep up a simple lie, maybe I could keep my friends and be another worker bee.

The truth was, my father was Tom Riddle or as every one knew him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. There was nothing like knowing your father tried to murder a baby, when you yourself was a baby.

I finished eating and got up to leave, when I realized I didn't know where the dorms were. Leaving me to ask the only Slytherin who would talk to me.

"Um.. Draco?" I asked a little embarrassed. He turned to me and smirked.

"Yes?"

"Can you show me the way to the Slytherin dorm? Please." He got up slowly. He brushed past me forcing me out of his way. He took his time walking to the dorm.

Then, he took another turn, he took us to an empty hallway.

"Draco, I know this cant be the-" He turned and pinned me against the wall. He held my hands at my sides and pressed his body against mine.

"I know your little secret. You are the infamous Voldemort's daughter. Father always talks about the little girl who simply disappeared. He never knew who your mother was though. It's a shock to realize it's a teacher from Hogwarts." He said in my ear. I couldn't breathe. Everything I was afraid of, just came true. I swallowed hard.

"What's the price of your silence?" I asked him. He looked into my eyes. His ice cold gray stare pierced through my body and made me shiver.

He surprised me by kissing me very gently. He took his time to gain entry into my mouth. He let go of my arms and began to explore my body. I weakened under his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled away for a moment. He kissed my neck making my skin tingle.

"I'll let you know what I want when I want it. I haven't quite decided yet." He said completely pulling away. He made me follow him to the dorm.