Chapter 2:

The next morning, after a nice sleep and a big breakfast, Harry Potter, along with everyone else in the Great Hall, was having a good time. They were laughing and joking, and everyone had forgotten to put their guard up. That is… Before Miss Riddle entered the room. She swept her eyes around everyone, and everyone could feel hatred buzz off those bright red eyes.

"Harry, forget about what Dobby said. It sounds like he was just sent to try and scare you." Hermione said, but Harry couldn't. If Dobby the house elf said that bad things were going to happen at Hogwarts, it must have something to do with Professor Riddle. It had to. He looked up as she passed by, and he thought that he saw a ghost of a smirk on her face.

"I don't think so Hermione. But I wish it was. Look." He pointed in Miss Riddle's direction, and suddenly, she whipped around. Her eyes glowed angrily. "Potter!" She snapped, and some of the teachers looked at him worriedly. Harry felt scared, as she reached for her wand.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to point? Oh wait my bad." She smirked mockingly, and the Slytherin's laughed. Harry's mouth was wide open as she strutted back to the teachers table. He couldn't believe it. She had just made fun of him in front of the whole school for having dead parents.

"That was rude!" Hermione gasped when the noise picked back up. "Uh… Hermione." Ron said with a white face, and nodded at the teachers table. When Hermione looked up, Miss Riddle met her eyes. To Hermione's utter horror, it seemed Miss Riddle had heard her. For she dragged a long fingered nail in a throat slicing motion across her own neck, and then flexed her finger in Hermione's direction.

"Nev… Never mind." Hermione muttered, and buried her nose into her book. "Uh, what class do we have first?" Ron asked, pale as snow. Hermione reached across and picked up her schedule.

"We have first…Oh my." She paled, and looked back up to the teachers post to make sure Miss Riddle wasn't looking. Miss Madaija Riddle was currently in a 'pleasant' sounding conversation with Snape.

"Defense against the Dark Arts." She whispered as quietly as she could. Everyone within hearing distance froze.

"Oh man!" Neville Longbottom said, but over at the Slytherin table, everyone was having a blast with the news.

"Did you see what she did to Granger, that was hilarious?"

"I can't wait to see what she does next."

"I like her style. Anyone who doesn't like the Golden Trio is a friend oh' mine."

"She was a Slytherin Head Girl when she was in school herself, told me so last week." Draco Malfoy bragged, and all the Slytherin's ganged around him.

"She was?! Draco, is it true she's a Death Eater?"

"How would you know?"

"She's awesome. Do you see her eyes?"

Everyone was talking about Miss Riddle all through lunch. She was the hot topic of the day, probably the whole year! When breakfast was over, ever Slytherin third year was running for the door. Everyone couldn't wait for Miss Riddle's class. It was sure to be great for the Slytherins.

Of course though, for the rest of the Houses, it wasn't exactly going to be an awesome day.

(Ten Minutes Later)

Everyone sat in the Defense against the Dark Arts room silently. The Gryffindors were scared, but the Slytherin's were just way too excited to speak. The teacher wasn't here yet. Hermione leaned across to Harry. "What do you think she's going to have us do?" She asked. Harry shrugged. Before he could speak, the door slammed open and Madaija came rushing in.

She speedily walked to the front of the class and picked up her clip board. "Okay, let's go over the stupid roll call. When I call your name, raise your hand." She looked over the board, and everyone nodded.

"Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise," She trailed on, and each of the Slytherin's raised their hands in respect.

"- Ronald, Hermione, Har-!" She stopped before Harry could say his name. She looked up, and again Harry saw those blood red eyes. They glared at him with total hatred.

"Harry Potter." She said softly, and put down the clip board. She walked closely towards him, and leaned towards his face. She was inches away from him.

"The famous Harry Potter, whom defeated the Dark Lord as an infant!?" She pouted mockingly, with a crazy glint in her eyes. Harry looked up at her with defiance. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand for a teasing shake, and she looked at him with loathing. "Hmm, are these your friend-?" She stopped in the middle of whatever crude joke or something, and looked into Harry's eyes. He didn't know why, but her nose scrunched up into disgust.

"Mr. Potter, I had the pleasure of meeting your mother the night she died. You truly have her filthy, mudblood, eyes." She turned away with a cruel, dark laugh and all the Gryffindors gasped at her in shock.

"My mother is not a- Wait, what's a mudblood?" Harry asked, and the Slytherins burst into laughter.

"He doesn't know what a mudblood is!" Draco laughed out loud. Every Slytherin laughed, but the Gryffindors scowled with displeasure and disgust.

"You can't call a students mother a mudblood! You-!" Neville stopped in the middle of whatever he was going to say. Miss Riddle snapped around with her wand in her hand and pointed it at Neville's nose.

"Now, will you feel comfortable finishing that sentence for me Mr. Longbottom?" She asked, and twirled the wand in a wrist movement threatenly.

"Now Madame." He muttered, and dropped his eyes to the paper.

"Okay then, everyone eyes up here!" She snapped, and all the Gryffindors eyed the chalk board. She turned her wand to the two boards in the front and waved her wand. Immediately, a whole lot of words and pictures appeared on the board.

"Now, what just happened two minutes ago will not happen again. Sorry Mr. Potter, for insulting your Mother. I am a very easily angered person, and I would like you all to like me. I like all of you already. Well, most of you." She eyed Harry for a moment, and Harry felt his stomach sink when the Slytherins started laughing again.

"Now, we have two choices on what to do today. We can either go outside and play in the sun," Everyone looked at her longingly, and many were whispering 'go outside, go outside' under their breaths.

"Or we can stay in here today and talk about how boring Grindylows are. It's your choice today really." Miss Riddle smirked, and everyone looked at her with an obvious expression. No Gryffindor really liked Miss Riddle, but it was a start.