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The first years were gathered outside, where they were awaiting Madam Hooch to start their first flying lesson.

"Don't just stand there!" Madam Hooch yelled walking down the center of the two lines of students, "Put your hand over your broom and say 'up'!"

Draco was the first to speak up, "But Madam Hooch, I don't think it's fair that the mute would have to do this," Draco mocked as his goonies laughed.

Harleigh frowned. Draco has been teasing her ever since the sorting ceremony. Her sorting literally scared her speechless; her every thought was plagued by what ifs and what wills for when she gets home. To prove Draco wrong Harleigh held out her hand, and with a glare, she wordlessly summoned her broom. It amazed everyone, other than Draco who became red in the face.

A thin line of ruby blood leaked from Harleigh's nose, but she didn't even break her glare.

"Well done, Miss Lestrange, but I don't want you to tire yourself too much," Madam Hooch motioned to Harleigh's nose.

Harleigh's hand whipped to her nose, she quickly cleaned up the blood as the lessoned continued.

"Now mount your brooms. I want you to kick off the ground, hover for a minute than land," Hooch instructed.

It only took a moment for Neville's slight hover to go out of control, as he shot into the sky. His rememberall remained on the ground. Eventually Neville landed, but it resulted in his arm breaking and Madam Hooch had to bring him to the Hospital wing.

"Did you see his face? The great lump," Draco laughed causing the rest of Slytherin to join his laughter.

"Quit it Malfoy!" A Gryffindor yelled.

Draco strolled over to where Neville was previously standing, "Oh look here," he said as he reached down to pick up the rememberall, "Maybe if he gave this a shake he would have remembered to land on his fat arse."

"Give it here Malfoy," Harry yelled, stepping towards the Slytherin ferret.

Harleigh also stepped towards the green clad blond with her fists clenched.

"Come and get it Potter," Draco smirked as he shot into the sky on his broom.

To Draco's surprise, not only did Harry hop on his broom to go after him, but Harleigh did as well.

Instead of commenting, Hermione gritted her teeth as her best friend and house mate gain height.

"Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yelled as he levelled off his broom.

"How about I leave it in the middle of the field?" Draco joked with a raise of his eyebrow. Not even a second later, the rememberall was launched from the snakes pale hand.

Before Harry could even react, Harleigh had plucked a twig from the end of her school broom, and it was transfigured into a bat. Using the bat, Harleigh hit the rememberall towards Harry.

Harry dove for the rememberall, and right before it hit the ground, Harry caught it causing his Gryffindor housemates to burst out in cheers.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall saw the two young lions' performance, so she headed outside to investigate. Upon arriving outside, she exclaimed, "Harry Potter, Harleigh Lestrange!"

All of the first years turned to the voice of the head of Gryffindor house.

Harry and Harleigh froze; both of their faces mirrored one another with fear.

"Follow me," McGonagall snapped. She led the two first years to the defence against the dark arts class. After a swift knock on the door, it opened, and McGonagall announced, "I need to see Wood."

Oliver Wood stepped out of the classroom, and the door was closed behind him.

"I found you a seeker, and a replacement beater," McGonagall said with a smile.

"You got to be kidding me; you didn't get into bloody trouble!" Ron exclaimed as he trailed after Harry, Hermione, and Harleigh as they made their way into the dungeons for potions class.

Hermione sat with Harry, and Harleigh took a seat behind them. Ron was about to sit beside the Lestrange girl, but she waved Neville over instead.

Ron growled as he stomped away when Harleigh stuck her tongue out at him, "Mute," he grumbled going to sit in an empty seat near the back.

Out of nowhere a small piece of enchanted parchment landed on Harleigh's lap.

It read:

Meet me in the trophy room after dinner. –D.

Harleigh quickly stuffed the note in her robe pocket as Professor Snape came into the room with a bang of the door.

"Open to page 144," Snape spoke in his usual sleep inducing monotone voice.

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After dinner Harleigh was leaning against the trophy case as she waited for Draco to arrive.

It didn't take long for the Slytherin boy to show. "Harleigh, please talk to me," he said softly. Draco placed a pale hand on her arm, but she moved away sharply, "Please."

"Why," her voice cracked from underuse.

"What?" Draco asked curiously.

"Why must you terrorize me with your stupid jokes? Why must you pretend to not be my friend, when you are supposed to be? What have I, Harry, or Hermione done to you?" Draco stayed silent, "Just like I thought; you are just like your father."

Harleigh went to leave, but she was stalled in her tracks when she heard Draco whisper, "I am not my father."

Harleigh spun on her heel, "Well then stop acting like him and be your own bloody person for once in your life! I thought you were kind, selfless, and true; clearly I was wrong," Harleigh let a single tear escape her eye, "Just leave me alone."

"Harleigh..."

"No Draco, I'm serious; just don't," With that Harleigh left Draco standing alone in the trophy room.

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It was dinner time on Halloween; Harry, and Hermione sat together as they chatted quietly.

"Have you talked to Harleigh yet?" Harry asked.

Harleigh was sitting by herself not too far down Gryffindor table. Her plate was loaded with a scoop of pasta, but she wasn't eating it, only pushing it around aimlessly with her fork.

"I've tried to get her to speak, but she hasn't said a word since the sorting," Hermione answered sadly.

Loud tweets and hoots echoed throughout the Great Hall.

"The owl mail must be here," Harry said obviously as he took a bite of his salad.

"Oh, no," They heard Harleigh speak for the first time since September first as a pure black owl dove towards where she was sitting.

Harry and Hermione watched as their classmate and friend open a cherry red envelope that came to life immediately.

"You un-grateful brat," A sharp shriek came from the envelope, "How dare you be a Gryffindor! I had to hear it from someone at work! You are a disgrace to the Lestrange name, and I hope you never forget that! You are lucky for I will not expel you from the family, but if you step out of line even once you will be Harley No-Name, is that clear?! Expect a punishment when you come home for the summer!"

The red envelope shredded itself as Harleigh jumped from her seat and ran from the hall.

"I should go after her," Hermione observed as she ran after the distressed girl.