For the first time, I was up early. I got up rubbing my eyes and glanced around my dormitory. Everyone was sound asleep, their heavy breaths in sync. I noticed I was up early so I pulled on a open knit cardigan and slipped into my slippers, padding quietly to the Slytherin common room.

I had a full tour of the whole common room which was bigger than it seemed. I walked towards the small corner with cups and tea and began making a cup for myself. I cursed at the sudden breeze which put out the fire. I didn't know any spell to light a fire. Shivering at my stupid choice for a light cardigan, I headed towards the fireplace.

I kneeled down and not wanting to be scorched by surprise, because I am in a school of wizardry, of course there will be magic which will be sudden and surprising. I poked a stick at the charred firewood and cursed again. I was practically freezing.

Suddenly, a bright flame ignited in the fireplace causing me to fall backwards in shock.

"Who knew you could be so dense at making a simple fire?" a voice spoke. I thought I was the only one up. I groaned internally and turned around to find Malfoy smirking. He twirled his wand and tucked it in his pocket.

"What brings you up that early?" I asked placing my hands in front of the fire. I dropped down on the sofa and propped my feet up on the coffee table. I felt the sofa sink a little by my side and noticed his blonde mess leaning against the sofa.

"I'm a bit of a morning bird rather than a night owl." he replied. "And were you practicing magic last night?"

"Um." I said in response toying with my cardigan. "Maybe?"

He chuckled and reached for my cup. He took out the tea bag and place it on the table.

"Make it levitate." he commanded.

"How do you know I was-" I started. "Never mind. Wingardium Leviosa." I said pointing at the tea bag. With a smooth hand motion, I lifted it and purposefully dropped it on his head.

"Hey!" he said removing the tea bag from his head.

"Oops?" I teased. His lips curled into a smirk. Oh no. He could jinx me or something, I mean, he was far more of a better wizard than me.

He pointed his wand at me and whispered something barely audible. He must've hexed me. I fell on the floor giggling, the feeling of being tickled is everywhere on my body.

"Malfoy!" I half whispered half screamed in between giggles. He was just laughing on the couch.

"What's the magic word?" he taunted. I rolled my eyes. If I was still at home, it would've been a please. Right now, I have no idea what magic word he could be talking about! Jinxes, charms, curses, anything!

"Please stop?" I asked innocently. He waved his wand and the tickling stopped. I flopped down on the sofa and whacked his blonde head.

"Ouch! Hey you might as well play beater for Quidditch." he grumbled.

"What's Quidditch? You told me you would explain the rules." I pouted. He sighed and turned his body to face me.

"Quidditch is a sport played on the broomstick. There are two teams of seven. Three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and one seeker." Draco explained. "I'm the seeker of Slytherin and Potter's Gryffindor." he said Harry's name with disgust.

"Four balls, a Quaffle, two Bludgers and a golden snitch." Draco continued. "Chasers score goals by getting the Quaffle into your opponent's hoop where the Keeper blocks. Each time the ball goes in, ten points awarded but the golden snitch is worth one hundred and fifty points."

"The objective as a beater to prevent the bludgers from hitting your team members and whacking them to your opponent. Simple, team that scores the most points or if the golden snitch is caught, the game ends."

"Quidditch sounds like football." I thought out loud.

"It shares the same passion. Us wizards are very passionate about Quidditch whereas muggles about football." Draco said. Suddenly we heard footsteps. Everyone must be getting up already.

I muttered a bye to Draco as I went back to my dormitory to change into my uniform and gather my books for the day. I brushed my hair and found Pansy waiting for me outside the door.

"You're early for a change." she teased. I stuck my tongue at her and linked her arms.

"Should I try for Quidditch?" I asked Pansy as we walked into the Great Hall.

"You should, as Beater. Because the way I see you hit Malfoy. Bruises can form." she teased again. I bumped my hips against hers and she bumped back causing us to burst into giggles. I sent a bright smile to the Gryffindor table and Harry returned the smile.

"But you should know, the Beaters position are usually taken by guys though. Chances of them letting you be a beater is none." Pansy said. I bit my lip. "But you know, if you do try to be a Beater, for goodness sake try beating the Gryffindor." she added and laughed. I laughed along with her and began eating.

"When's the first Quidditch match?" I asked Pansy, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa. The froth got stuck on my upper lip but I licked it off quickly to prevent any embarrassment.

"Next week I think. Slytherin against Gryffindor." Pansy thought about it for a while. Breakfast was soon over and we headed to our first class with Hufflepuff.

A week flew past so quickly I barely had time for any thought. Umbridge was still a pain and transfiguration was hard. Even with Hermione's help, I still couldn't transform anything. A week at Hogwarts has flown past already. Soon enough, months can fly by and it's time for the holidays and examinations.

I wrapped my green striped scarf around my neck tightly and slipped on my gloves. Today was going to be the first match of Quidditch I was attending. A few jittery feelings but nothing much. I let my hair loose and stepped onto the snow with Pansy as we walked to the pitch.

We found a nice spot, right in front of the Slytherins. Mainly I thought that the first years just gave Pansy way because she was a senior not that they feared her. I saw Hermione and Ron on the opposite stand and waved at them. They waved back and soon the players came up on the pitch.

Malfoy sent us a smile in which I returned with a thumbs up and mouthed good luck. The game begun and boy did it seem like a rough game, almost like American football just with no tackling and broomsticks.

The game actually seemed rather interesting but with the occasional ducking under to avoid the Beaters, I can say the game was an intense one. Today, Snape was being the referee for the Quidditch match so there might be a chance at us getting less fouls for Gryffindor. Though I'm friends with a couple of them, say Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville, I can't say I enjoy the the amount of attention and praise the professors pour them with.

Suddenly, my eyes caught something golden hovering next to Draco. That stupid idiot was at Potter again he doesn't even notice the snitch. I wanted to scream at him but that would be cheating so I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent me from speaking.

It seems that Harry noticed the snitch and when a bludger whizzed past them, he took the chance to go after the snitch, with Draco trailing.

"Go Draco!" both Pansy and I cheered amongst the other Slytherins. Our voices were drowned out by the Gryffindors though. To be honest, I was rather jealous of the Gryffindor house. How come they get lightly let off with other professors? How to they get endless praise and points?

We craned our necks over the stands to find the two seekers. Soon enough, I spot a flash of blonde hair under the stands. The snitch has them trailing after. But, they emerged from underneath with the snitch still flying about. Harry made a lunge for the snitch which was in his reach but Draco flew ahead of him, grabbing the snitch with his right hand.

The game was over, with us Slytherins cheering loudly and proudly. We hopped off the stands to the pitch and headed to the Great Hall.

"Great job Malfoy." I said happily patting his back. His arrogant smile never fail to make the day a bit more, sassier.

"Enjoyed the game Potter?" Draco taunted at the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up Malfoy." Harry scowled. I mouthed a good game to Harry and Hermione which they return with a wry smile.

We had a great feast after the Quidditch match. There were just endless amounts of food, roast lamb, stewed beef, grilled pork, potatoes, carrots and so much more. Without looking rude, I took the amount I wanted and plopped them on my plate.

After Quidditch, the feast was just held for everyone to talk about the match with us Slytherins, obviously making a big fuss as champions. I smiled, laughed and made small talk with other Slytherins even with the first years which seemed like a nervous and angsty batch.

Before I headed back to the common room, I was held back by Dumbledore. Thank goodness I remember the password otherwise it would've been embarrassing to ask Pansy or Draco to remain with me for the password.

"Yes sir?" I said as I sat down on one of his plush chairs in his office.

"I wanted to talk to you about your lessons." he said, wiping his glasses. "How are you coping with magic so far?"

"I can say potions is easy as pie as well as other subjects." I said truthfully. "Though I can't say the same with Transfiguration."

"That's odd." he murmured.

"What's odd sir?" I asked him, confused.

"See, at the Ministry, they kept records of you and your birth parents." he said.

"My birth parents?!" I spluttered. "Who are they? What were they? What happened to them?" I asked quickly.

"There's no need for any rush dear. Your answers come in time." Dumbledore said and I slumped lower in the chair.

"But I need to know who they are!" I said in protest.

"In time dear. In time." was all Dumbledore said. "Off the bed now or Filch might catch you."

I scuffed my shoes as I walked alone in the eerie corridors to the dungeons. Thoughts and questions were running through my mind like a tap on full blast. What were my parents? Who were they? Where are they? What happened to them?

Questions were flooding my head I didn't even realised I had walked directly into Slytherin's common room without uttering the password. It was when one of the students cleared their throats when I realised I was in the common room.

"How did you do that?" Pansy asked with utter disbelief.

"Do what?" I asked. "Wait, how did I get here?" I scratched my head wondering how on earth could I possibly enter a room guarded with a magic password? I saw the first years gaping at me and scuttle away.

"You just walked through the wall." Pansy said. She thrusted her hand towards my stomach and instead jabbed me in the rib.

"Unf." I grunted.

"Sorry." Pansy said. "Just needed to know if you were dead or a ghost."

"If I was dead I would've known wouldn't I?"

"True." Pansy murmured. "What are you first years looking at?! Go back to your dorms."

The first years scuttled away to their dormitories. I sank myself down on one of the sofas and toyed with the fraying bits of cushion. The furniture was so old, it's practically antique. I kicked my feet up on Pansy's lap and groaned internally. How was I doing this weird magic things?

"Anyways, you shouldn't worry too much about this. Umbridge has this weird quiz things up tomorrow." Pansy shrugged. The quiz! I forgotten about the stupid quiz.

The knowledge of defence against the dark arts is zero to the wizards knowing about muggle items. I groaned when our curfew was told.

"C'mon Pansy, you're a prefect. Give me a later curfew?" I begged, giving her a pouty face and puppy dog eyes. She laughed and scoffed at my attempt.

"You'll just have to wing the defence against dark arts tomorrow." she winked. "Now off to bed before I get into trouble!"

"Fine." I smirked and walked back to the dormitory, the other girls, Evelyn and Millicent sat on the edge of their beds giggling.

"What's so funny?" I asked them, raising an eyebrow.

"Someone's got an admirer from Gryffindor." they giggled pointing at my bed. I rolled my eyes at their childish behaviour and beckoned them over on my bed. Within a week, I was quite close to most of the Slytherin students and much to my shock, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws gave me cold shoulders whenever I was with a Slytherin.

"Dear Amelie, meet me at the Astronomy Tower on Saturday at midnight?" it said. I said it out loud and shrugged. I noticed the seal was a Gryffindor's and that's probably how they knew. The letter was not signed though but a messy handwriting was clear enough it was a boy and not a prank.

"So, ladies, what should I do?" I asked, messing my hair as I slipped into my pajamas.

"Go meet him. He's desperate enough to be sending an owl this late." Evelyn giggled.

"But we really shouldn't be out at curfew." Millicent stated. I bit my lip. To go or not to go?

"Girls." Pansy cleared her throat outside.

"Pansy! Amelie here's got an admirer!" Millicent squealed.

"Hush or you'll wake the younger years and the boys." Pansy whispered and opened the door slowly. "What's it?"

I showed Pansy the letter and rolled my eyes.

"I'm not even interested." I scoffed. Pansy gave me an evil smile.

"We should trick the poor lad." Pansy suggested. "One of us can drink a Polyjuice potion and act like Amelie and when we meet the lad, we would be in our own form."

I was usually the type that came up with tricks. I think the twins, Fred and George Weasley were the most troublesome pair of mischief makers in Hogwarts. Pity they were going to leave next year.

"How do we brew Polyjuice potion?" I asked.

"So you're in?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

"Honey, I've been doing muggle pranks and tricks for years on people. I think I can step up my game at a wizarding level." I smirked. The girls smiled and high fived each other.

"Alright, we start this tomorrow." Pansy declared.

"But tomorrow is Friday. Is there enough time to obtain or brew Polyjuice potion?" I asked.

"I have my way." she winked and walked out of our dorm, swaying her hips. I rolled my eyes and curled up in my bed, folding the letter and chucking it into my drawer along with other things.

"Night girls." I murmured.

"Night Amelie." they whispered back. The room was pitch darkness when Evelyn blew out the tiny lamp which gave us some lighting.

Saturday came by and soon enough it was midnight. Pansy plucked a strand of my hair and dropped it in the potion which made it bubble and sizzle.

"You sure this will work?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Positive." she assured me and poured it in a shot glass. She pinched her nose and gulped the contents down. Her face soon started morphing and changing, her brown hair darkening to be my jet black.

"So?" she asked. I gasped and handed her the mirror. "Told ya it would work." she winked in her voice. It felt weird to be talking to Pansy who looked like me. It was close to midnight so I nudged her.

"It's close to midnight. That poor lad." I sympathized the boy who sent the letter. Pansy sent me a wink before walking out of the room, performing the first prank I planned in Hogwarts.

I was about to doze off when my dorm door was slammed open. I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

"Lumos." I yawned and illuminated the room. Pansy was back to herself but she doesn't look too good. "Did it work?" I said sleepily.

"Brilliant. His reaction was priceless when he saw me. His jaw dropped and ran off." Pansy laughed. I rubbed my eyes and laughed along with her. Evelyn and Millicent got up as well.

"So who was he?" I asked.

"You would have never thought it was him." Pansy said. "Potter himself."

Evelyn and Millicent erupted in giggles and laughter and so did Pansy.

"Wait, isn't he in love with that Ginny girl?" I asked.

"I don't know." Pansy shrugged. "Anyways, it was hilarious. We should plan more pranks like this more often."

"Yeah sure." I murmured and fell back to my bed. Pansy left to her own dorm making weird giggling noises.