A/N: Another chapter! Good thing it's summer holidays, 'cause I can write more often. Oh, and The Joys of The Internet, if you're reading it isn't forgotten about, it's just I don't know how to write it, Okay? So, bear with me.

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own it. It depresses me. But, I do own the Fall Out Boy CD, which cheers me up :)

Tori woke up in the common room. She sat up and streched, to be greeted by a ruffled Tyler.

"Morning, sunshine." He grinned at her.

"I fell asleep? I do not remember." Tori laughed. Tyler smiled at her.

"You fell asleep crying, it broke Brendon's and my heart, but what could we say? I mean, you found your brother." Tori grinned as she remembered her night.

"What time is it?" she asked. Tyler looked at his watch.

"Seven o'clock. Go get ready for class, I'll be here when you get down." Tori nodded and ran to get dressed. She came back half-an-hour later with a black micro-mini skirt, black vans, a red shirt and red and black hair. She looked stunning.

"Ready for breakfast?" She smiled at the boys. This was the first time she ever got a reaction from Brendon. "Umm, Guys? The food isn't gonna be there all day." She flicked both of the boys and they both grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, let's go." Tyler ran ahead, and Tori fell in step with Brendon.

"So, Brends, do Tyler like me? Or is he just ..." Tori thought hard on the word to use. "Lustfull." She decided on.

"Well, if I told you, I'd have to Avada you." Brendon chuckled.

"At least I'd die with two amazing friends, and a brother." Tori smiled. Brendon felt his heart beat fast in his chest.

"Yeah, best friends. Um, Rhea? About the question you asked ... Don't treat the poor guy any different. He'd rather be your friend." Brendon looked Tori square in the eye.

"Let's sit by Tarence today, shall we?" Tori grinned. The two walked quietly into the Great Hall.

"Ty! Come sit over here!" Tyler looked at Tori, smiled and walked up to the girl.

"Hey, you're Tarence Stevens, am I correct?" Tori turned on the scared little first year.

"Y-yes. Who are you?"

"Victoria Potter, but everyone calls me Tori, and these two gits call me Rhea. You can choose what you want to call me." Tori smiled.

"Tori. I like that. So, why are third-years like you talking to me?"

"I like to get to know my youngest peers, that's all. So, can I have some family history. I'll tell you something, if you're muggle-born, don't tell those Slytherins. They'll shove it down your throats. I'm Victoria Potter, decendant of James and Lily, who, almost defeated Voldemort - shut up Tyler! - but was killed, and my baby brother, who defeated him, apparently died, looked exactly like mum and daddy, who is still alive, James Potter is. I don't believe the rubbish that Harry is dead, though, he's alive, just going by another name ..." Tori finished with a deep breath.

"Well, I'm adopted, I don't know my surname, or my original name. Mum and Dad wouldn't tell me a thing, so I'm forced to find out on my own. My parents were killed by you-know-who, and my sister wasn't home. this is all I know about my birth-family." Tarence, or, Harry looked down at his eggs.

"Awe, c'mon, lil guy! You grew up with a great family. I wish you luck finding your sister. My dad was so sad after mum died, and my brother went missing. So, we've all lost someone." Tori hugged Harry and started eating.

"You're so good." Tyler commented. Tori glanced at him, and smiled. Act oblivious. She told herself.

"Thanks, Ler. I really hope I'm right about my theory. But, then again, Dumbledore told me I was." The three teens ate breakfast in peace, and got up to go to Transfiguration.

"Good, she's not here yet." Tori grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled on it, handing it to Brendon.

Well, I guess McGonagall is getting her hair done, oh, wait! She never does!

Yeah, that bun reminds me of our old preschool teacher! Ew.

But, seriously, I love transfiguration, it's so riviting!

Yes, mr-suck-up, Brendon, why are you so not like Ler and I?

Maybe because he couldn't ride a broom. Obviously.

Thanks, talk about me like I'm not reading this. -rolls eyes-

Be discreet, Gonny is here.

Gonny? Puh-leeze! If anthing it'd be Micky.

Micky? That's a muggle cartoon character. If anything ELSE I'd make it ... umm ... Ally.

Ally? How about MickyGonnyAlly?

You're brilliant, anyone ever tell you that?

MickyGonnyAlly? Psh, you suck.

Thank you, Ler, you made me blush, hehe. And to you Brens, you're supposed to be nice!

"Miss. Potter, Mr. Trestion, and Mr. Freshka! How many times have I told you! No pssing notes!" McGonagall snapped.

"Sorry." All three said at the same time.

"Jinx!" Tyler said to Brendon. Brendon rolled his eyes, and conjured a butterbeer for Tyler.

"There, can I talk?" He whispered, Tyler nodded and took a sip of his butterbeer.

"Miss Potter, can you transfigure this rat into a sneaker?" McGonagall looked at Tori.

"Yeah, Crestito!" Tori said, and her rat was a shoe.

"good job, five points to Gryffindor." And the class went on like this. the next class was Potions.

The three teens walked into the cold dungeons.

"Sit down, wands away." Snape, the potions professor snapped. Tori raised her hand.

"Yes, Potter?" Snape glared.

"Are we making shampoo?" Tori winced, ready for Snape to start yelling. To her surprise, he laughed.

"Like father like daughter, hey Potter-ette?" He glared.

"That's what they say!" Tori grinned.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Today we'll be making the drought of living death ..." The class ended after everyone made perfect potions.

"Can you believe her? I mean, she thinks just because her family is famous, she's like, God's gift to earth or something. Look at me! I'm Tori!" Tori turned around to see Trina Malfoy glaring at her.

"Ooh, Hey, Trina! How was your summer? I love your hair, what did you do with it?" Tori looked at the other girl sweetly.

"This ain't over, Tori." Trina glared and stomped off.

"What is her problem?!" Tori glared at the other girl's retreating back.

"C'mon, Rhea." Tyler put his arm around her waist, causing Brendon to feel jealous.

"Yeah, Rhea, don't let her bother you. She's a filthy Malfoy. Can't get any more predjucied than her." Brendon slung his arm around Tori's neck, and she put both her arms around each of their waists.

"I love you guys." She sighed in contentment. this was how she liked it, Brendon, Tyler and herself. They walked down the corridors, all three arm-in-arm.