Disclaimer: I do not own, nor by posting this do I claim to own Harry Potter or anything relating to it. This story has been posted for the sole purpose of entertainment.

A/N: This was originally written several years ago as a Ron x OC story. But I have a tendency to draw my pairings away from major character pairings. So, please note that these stories are now written with George x OC in mind!

Movie: Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

Daddy's Little Shadow

Synopsis: A first glimpse at eleven-year-old Amanda, and Amanda's first interaction with Ron and Harry.

"I don't know if I want to do that," Amanda muttered to herself after noticing the next class on her timetable. Potions. She tried to balance the cauldron she'd grabbed her room right after transfiguration along with her text book and timetable, but every now and then, Magical Drafts and Potions would slip unknowingly from her fingers and topple to the ground. Each time, she'd groan in frustration and rearrange the stuff in her arms to grab it. It happened so much that by the time she got to the classroom, most of the seats had been taken.

The only spots open were a few at the front near Draco and his band of goons, one or two scattered in the middle, and the back corner. It seemed odd that no one would've wanted that spot, but she settled for the seat farthest from the front.

Amanda effortlessly pulled her small, black cauldron on to the wire stand on the table in front of her. Other students seemed to share a displeasure. Most struggled to lift it high enough to settle on to the table. A girl in front of her had already managed to get the cauldron on the table, but it fell from her arms as she attempted to put it on its stand. Amanda's textbook slipped from her arms again and plummeted to the floor, but the sound of the book hitting the ground went unnoticed as the chatter in the room was thickening. The boy sitting a few seats to her left, gave her a unnerving scowl, then settled into his seat, becoming preoccupied with his book.

The book in his hands had a brown cover, and in silver writing she saw, "Baxer Britches Brew." Underneath was a colourful moving picture of a female with with a golden hat tossing some sort of eye into a silver cauldron, and stirring slowly. She couldn't recall hearing the title before, but the large pictures and print indicated something far less than academic. However, Amanda didn't believe this to be polite enough to spurt that out, though she was tempted, and snatched her textbook off of the ground before taking her seat.

All at once, something filled her cauldron. She peered inside, and noticed a bubbling white foam forming at the surface. The room became hot and sweaty; it fogged up from the smoke coming out of her cauldron. She took one look around the room and noticed all the other cauldrons were the same as hers.

She was about to stand and get a better look when the door burst open. Amanda settled into her seat.

At once, the chatter fell and all she could hear was the heavy sound of footsteps stomping towards the front. A tall, black haired man with a black robe and a subtle expression caught her by surprise. Everyone seemed as taken back as she was, because every set of eyes followed the man as he strode to the front.

"There will be no foolish wand waving," He said without looking at anyone, "or silly incantations in this class."

He came to a halt once his feet hit the slightly elevated floor at the front. The light strewing through the window highlighted his face as he quickly turned to face the class, hands meeting each other and becoming intertwined.

Professor Snape.

"As such," Professor Snape leaned against the dark wood podium at the front, "I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for those select few…" His eyes fell on a particular spot at the front, though Amanda didn't need bother strain her eyes and see exactly who he had singled out, "who posses the predisposition…" He took hold of either side of his robes, bringing them to fold over each other so no one could see his shirt. He folded his arms over his chest, "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

There was a long pause. Amanda heard whispers around her, the cauldrons contents bubbled and smoked, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention…" Snape moved slowly towards the first row of desks, eying a boy who had been jotting something down in his book, "Mr. Potter," Snape said slowly, approaching the boy where he sat, pausing, "our new celebrity." He propped his hand against a pillar and didn't attempt to hide his glare, "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asvildale and an infusion of wormwood?"

A girl's hand snapped up in a flash, but silence followed.

"You don't know?" Snape said quickly, "Well lets try again. Where would you look, Mr. Potter, if I asked you find me a Beasel?"

Again, the girl's hand snapped up into the air.

Finally, a small voice said, "I don't know sir."

"And what is the difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane?"

"I don't know sir."

"Pity," Snape muttered, "clearly fame isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Potter?" He walked back to the podium; fingering the detail, "Turn to Chapter One."

And so it began.


At the end of class, Amanda jumped from her seat, grabbed her textbook and timetable (Muttering of course when she noted the next class) and pushed her way through the crowd. She was determined to find Harry Potter. By the time the classroom had emptied, she caught a glimpse of him at the tail end of the crowd. She darted after him.

"Harry Potter!" Amanda caught up to the boy, and he stopped. He had large spectacles and messy hair, and long black robes like everyone else.

The boy gazed at another beside him before looking back and responding, "Yes."

Amanda quickly extended her hand, "Amanda Bardsley. Gryffindor." Harry seemed reluctant at first to take her hand, but eventually reached out so they could shake. When they were done she smiled, "You're a celebrity, you know that right? I've known about you for a long time! It's cool meeting you…though I don't think you fancy all the attention. It can be really annoying. Especially when the other person doesn't shut up…" Amanda's eyes widen, "Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I talk too much."

Harry smiles, "It's fine."

Immediately she looked at orange haired boy with a vacant expression, "Who are you?"

"Ron Weasley." He says, obviously taken back by the enthusiastic question.

Amanda extends her hand, "Hi Ron Weasley." He takes her hand slowly and they shake, "Your hair is nice."

"Th-thank you," His eyes widen.

"Do you mind if I come with you to flying lessons?" Amanda asks quickly as the boys start down the hall.

"Well…sure."

"So, is it true?" Amanda started, walking beside Harry, "I mean, about You-Know-Who and…the scar." Harry nodded and pulled his bangs up so she could see a thin scar in the shape of a lightning bolt, "Wow. That's crazy cool! You must have little problems making friends. But I've had troubles," They continued walking, "Everyone won't stop asking questions about my father. He's a herbologist. He flies all around the world, trying to find new plants for wizards to use. He's quite famous, though I don't understand entirely why anyone would care about plants. It hardly seems interesting…" Amanda sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that…"

"No. It's all right," Harry said quickly.

"You see, I have three brothers. And they try to teach me stuff dad would. But boys are just annoying, no offence to you. You're both all right. Older brothers are different. They nag and don't listen. Especially since I'm a girl."

"I know what you mean," Ron said, "I have older brothers. They don't listen to me either. Probably because I'm the youngest. I think Charlie's the only one who doesn't annoy me…"

"What does he do?" Amanda asked without hesitation.

He smiles, "He's in Romania studying dragons!"

"Dragons!?" Amanda's insides started to jump, "that sounds so exciting! Is it fun? Does he like it?"

"I think so," Ron says, "he doesn't say otherwise."

"That sounds so cool. I know! I'll work with dragons too! That would be such fun."

"Hold on a minute!" Ron exclaims, "You can't just work with dragons."

"Why not?"

"Well, it takes years of practice. Not anyone can do it," He explained as they left the cover of the school into the warm weather, "Only wizards or witches like Charlie can do it."

"I can do it!"

"It's a mans job."

Amanda glared, "I beat all my brothers at arm wrestling."

"Look, you can't handle-"

"Don't you dare!" Amanda exclaimed, "I can beat you too."

"Yeah right!" Ron glared, "besides, what does a stupid thing like arm wrestling have anything to do with dragons?"

"Try me!" Amanda ignored his question, put her books down and lay down on her stomach, anchoring her elbow on the ground.

Ron sighed, "This is rubbish."

"Are you scared?"

"Am not!" He lay, dropping his books, "scared of a little bloody game. Yeah right." He grasped Amanda's hand.

"One. Two. Three!" Amanda struggled against Ron's firm grasp, and though his face turned red, his hand succumbed to hers, "I win!"

"You cheated!" Ron exclaimed, massaging his hand, "You're a cheater you are!"

"I am not a cheater!" She jumped up, and he followed, "Admit it, you lost. And to a girl! A stupid girl."

"You're a cheater!"

Amanda glared, swinging her foot back and aiming for Ron's shins. He yelped, "My ankle." But Amanda had grabbed her books and stormed off, "Bloody hell." She heard him say.

"He's stupid," She muttered under her breath. But it didn't matter in the end. She'd probably never see him again.