A/N: Most of these scenes have been recycled from Young Forever.

Hogwarts, Year Two 1992-1993

"Mum, honestly!"

"There's Ivy," Ron pointed as best he could through the crowd that had packed Flourish and Blotts wall to wall as they made their way towards the front. "that must be her mother."

Harry stared in the direction Ron was pointing, spotting Ivy scowling up at a tall woman who had the same straight raven colored hair as their friend. The woman's face was impossibly smooth and marble-like.

"Do not frown, Ivanna, you'll wrinkle your forehead." She scolded, rapping her knuckles against her daughter's brow.

Automatically, Ivy adopted the same expressionless demeanor as her mother though her blue eyes were flashing with annoyance. Turning away, she folded her arms across the front of her chest and looked around the shop, spotting Ron and Harry.

Before they could acknowledge her, they were distracted.

"Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bloody bookshop without making a scene. I bet you loved that, didn't you Potter?" sneered Draco Malfoy, stuffing a torn book page inside his black cloak.

"Leave him alone, Malfoy." Ginny Weasley ordered, pushing her way forward to join the boys.

"Oh look Potter, you got yourself a girlfriend." Draco crowed, though his smirk turned into a sneer when Ivy approached. "What do YOU want, Rennes?"

"Manners, Draco." Lucius Malfoy rested the head of his cane on his son's shoulder, staring down at the assembled children. "Well, well, Ivanna, how… interesting to find you… here."

Here being, with the filth.

Ivy stiffened, feeling Hermione brushing against her as she sidled into the group. She didn't offer up a response, instead settled for frowning.

~!~

"You filthy, little Mud-Blood!"

"How dare you!" Ivy shrieked, stepping aside as Ron advanced.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy!"

Hermione and Ivy both let out gasps of disgust when the curse back fired causing Ron to belch out a stream of slugs.

Snickering, the Slytherin Quidditch team, along with their new Seeker –Malfoy- continued on their way to the Quidditch Pitch.

Between Harry, Hermione, and Ivy, they managed to drag Ron off towards Hagrid's, leaving behind the Gryffindor team.

~!~

"You would think that the Chamber of Secrets would have been found by now, especially since the school's been searched so many times." Ron commented, ignoring Hermione's mutterings about not bringing her copy of Hogwarts, A History.

Ivy arched an eyebrow at him, also ignoring Hermione. "That's just it Ron, the chamber isn't going to be found by anyone except for Slytherin's Heir."

"Draco Malfoy." Harry said, sitting upright in his chair.

The three turned their eyes on him.

"Well think about it. His family is Pure-Blood and goes back how many generations?"

Ivy squirmed when they all looked at her. "Several." She finally said, just a bit grudgingly. "But the thing is most of the Pure-Blood families are all related one way or another. So it could be any of them."

"It could be you." Ron pointed out thoughtlessly, wincing when Hermione kicked him beneath the table. "What'd I do?"

"Yes, because I hate Muggleborn's so much I'm going to open some bloody chamber and set loose a monster." She said sarcastically. "Honestly, Ron."

"Well," Hermione cleared her throat, speaking quickly to prevent an argument. "there is a way to find out if it's Malfoy." She waited until everyone was looking her way again before smiling hesitantly. "Polyjuice Potion."

~!~

"Well, it could be worse." Ivy said casually, studying Hermione's ears and tail with an amused twinkle in her blue eyes.

"How could it be worse?" Hermione wailed, pulling her robes up around her face once again. "I have a tail!"

"You could be hacking a hairball."

Ron and Harry had to stifle sniggers, both turning their heads away.

As if on cue, Hermione began to retch, her yellow eyes widening.

"Oh bloody hell…" Ivy took a step back, the Slytherin robes she wore dragging on the bathroom floor. "Mione, turn around and get it in the loo at least."

Hermione turned, slamming the stall door on them.

~!~

"I'll KILL Hagrid, I really will!" Ivy fumed, watching as Mr. Weasley's Ford Anglia sped back into the Forbidden Forest.

"What's he playing at? Sending us in there?" Ron demanded, trying to shake the collywobbles away. He was looking peaky, though they weren't blaming him for it.

Giant spiders and all.

"Yeah, but now we know that Hagrid didn't do it." Harry said soothingly, sounding almost smug.

"Harry Potter, you ENJOYED that didn't you?" Ivy accused.

Harry didn't consider himself to be a brave wizard but he would never say he was a coward either. However, with the look his friend was giving him, he decided discretion was the better part of valor. "Of course not!"

"Good, because we almost died."

Ron looked faintly green now. "Can we go? I think I'm going to be sick."

~!~

"Why is it I always seem to be in the infirmary whenever you go off and do something heroic?"

Harry spooned another helping of treacle tart into his mouth, shrugging as he glanced at Ivy. "At least you weren't sick this time." He said after he had swallowed.

"This is true." She conceded, having been serving a detention by helping Madam Pomfrey sort healing potions. "Not that I fancied having to stock Pepper-Up potion mind you."

"I would have preferred that."

"I can only imagine." Ivy studied him musingly, leaning in until she playfully nudged his shoulder with hers.

Harry returned the nudge, smiling somewhat.