Authors Note: I DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters, names, places, things, ect. All of this belongs to the ever legendary J.K Rowling. Please Review, Favorite and Follow! I guess I do own Hope though.

Thank you for all the follows, reviews, favorites and such! It means a lot! So I must thank you all for staying with me while I was on vacation. I know I could have posted earlier if I had really tried, but I wont lie to you all. I got about a page or two done. Out of ten... But this is my longest chapter yet so I hope that stands for something!

I do realize the classes aren't in the right order or with the right houses, if you notice that problem, or if it is a problem. But whatever, just wanted to point it out in case people DO have a problem because that's the way I want to do it so THERE! Also Ritchie Coote, Demelza Robins are real Gryffindors, they joined the Quidditch team when Harry was Captain.

Oh I also don't own any of the Songs either, that belongs to its rightful owners. And about how it came in, I've been told I burst into song often and couldn't help but add it. I couldn't help it :/

Percy had lead us to the Gryffindor common room. We had met the Fat Lady, who was as titled, a fat lady in a portrait. We had to tell her the password and she would open the portrait she hung in and it would reveal a hole that lead to the common room.

It was cozy with a fireplace in the middle of one of the larger walls, chairs and desks were arranged everywhere and off to the side was two set of stairs and levels. One side was for the girls, the other boys, and there was seven levels for each. The walls and furniture were covered in a warm red, gold dotting around on various things.

Percy told us how our luggage was already in front of our beds and our animals as well, but our owls were up in the owlery.

Hermione and I bid good night to everyone, practically running up the stairs and onto the first level. We opened the door to reveal five four-poster beds with red drapes and blankets, the pillows a soft gold. The walls and carpet were red as well. Five trunks sat before each bed and I noticed Hermione's trunk was on the opposite side of the room as mine.

"Oh no that won't do." I grabbed her trunk handle and pushed it over to the bed next to mine and then shoved the other in front of the one nearest the door.

Hermione smiled "Good, I'd hate to be so close to the door!"

I plopped down on the soft blankets and grabbed a pillow, tucking it beneath my head "We're finally here Mon'."

"I know Hope. It's amazing." She agreed, sitting down on her bed.

"I wonder who we share a dorm with." I wondered aloud.

"Well I heard a girl named Parvati something get into Gryffindor." Hermione said as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Oh." I said simply.

The door to the dormitory opened and a girl with dirty blonde hair and brown eye came through. My heart stopped. It was the girl from the train.

She looked at us and smiled "I'm Lavender Brown." She looked at me again "Hey you were the girl on the train!"

I nodded just as Hermione coughed to hide a giggle.

"Yeah… Well I'm Hope Potter." I told her politely.

"I know who you are." She told me.

"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a friendly air.

"Of course you are." Lavender said simply.

She looked around the room and hopped into her bed, the one nearest the door, and sat crossed legged. She smiled "So girls, find any cute guys?"

I huffed in disbelieve "It's the first day of school, not the very first day even. Why would I be scouting for any boy candy?"

"But some of them are so CUTE!" Lavender practically squealed. She jumped up with a twirl and dug around in her trunk "Have you seen your brother Hope? I mean mmm, so cute! How about Dean Thomas, Gryffindor too! Oh, and that Ronald Weasley ain't half bad!"

She pulled out a bottle of crimson nail polish and began to spread it on her nails. "I just knew I'd be in Gryffindor, my parents were too. So I have lots of red clothes and stuff. But of course I've got blue, green and yellow too just in case I got into another house."

Hermione had gotten her 'Hogwarts: A History' out halfway through the ranting and was currently browsing through the information on the magical properties taken to ensure muggles couldn't find this place.

I stared at Lavender with wide eyes, it seemed she hadn't even stopped for air. The door opened and another girl came through. She had darker skin, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She smiled at us before finding her bed and sitting down. "Hi, I'm Parvati Patil."

Hermione looks up from her book "I'm Hermione Granger."

"Hope Potter." I greeted with a smile.

Parvati looked at Lavender who was blowing on her nails furiously "I'm Lavender Brown."

Parvati smiled "I love the color of your nail polish, it's very pretty."

"Thanks." Lavender said happily "Want to try it? I'm nearly done."

"Really? Sure, thanks" Parvati said.

"So have you seen any cute guys?" Lavender asked her, batting her eyelashes.

I groaned and watched as Hermione opened up her book again. I crawled slowly across my bed to my trunk and fished around in it. I grabbed 'The Dark Arts Outsmarted' and with one final glance at the two girls, opened the book, and was lost in my own little world. The last words I heard were "Ok, there's this one guy. He's in Gryffindor, names Seamus Finnigan."

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I had fallen asleep in the midst of my book, my back curved over my legs, book discarded to the footboard. I looked around the room, Lavender, Parvati and Hermione were fast asleep while a girl I hadn't met yet was already awake and watching me with blue eyes, brown hair pulled into a ponytail.

"Hi." She said shyly.

I nodded at her, not fully awake "Hello." I said through a yawn.

"I'm Fay Dunbar." she told me.

"Nice too meet you, I'm Hope Potter."

"As in Harry Potter's sister?" She questioned innocently.

"Yeah he's my brother."

"What a shock it must have been for him to get into Slytherin huh?"

"Sort of, sort of not."

She nodded in understanding. She stretched out her arms and moved her legs over the side of her bed. She slung her book bag over her shoulder and tightened her ponytail "Well, I'm off to breakfast. It was nice to meet you."

"You too."

I sat there with a blank expression for several minutes before groaning and flopping over on my bed. The sheets puffed out around me and I rolled around them, tangling my feet in the blankets. I stretched out my back and went to roll over once more, but instead, fell off the side of the bed with a muffled scream. The plush red carpet cushioned my fall. I arose from the cocoon and looked around, rubbing my eyes. With an overly dramatic sigh, I pulled myself up, dug around in my trunk for my bag of toiletries, and walked over to the girls showers. I walked in, said hello to a seventh year as she walked out and turned the spray to warm.

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After my shower I headed down to the common room, noting the lack of students up on the first day. The clock nearby showed it was 5:13 AM, two hours till first lesson, and fifteen minutes until breakfast. I passed three boys who were doubled over a table, whispering furiously, one glancing up at me as I walked by. I chose a loveseat near the fireplace and curled up, propping my book on my knee and holding it up with my hand while the other was jammed into my cheek.

Half an hour later I was so engrossed in my book I hadn't noticed the three boys get up from their table and make their way towards me. All three plopped down onto the couch opposite me, resting their heads on their hands. One leaned forward ever so slightly and watched me, waiting for me to look up.

I glanced up from my book to flip the page only to be met with bright blue eyes. I gave a soft gasp before recognizing the eyes and rolled my own "Oh ha ha ha, sooo funny."

The boy who startled me was none other than George Weasley and his two sidekicks: his twin Fred and a boy I could only assume was Lee. I was soon assumed right when the boy introduced himself as Lee Jordan. I nodded politely and introduced myself.

"So Hope,"

"how are you liking,"

"Hogwarts so far?"

I stared at them mutely, glancing at Lee with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged off the encounter as if it was nothing "They do it all the time."

"Oh… well where do I start?! It's amazing!" I told them.

"That it is." One of them agreed.

I groaned suddenly "How do you tell them apart?"

Lee smirked "I've known them for three years and I still mix them up."

I pouted and stared at George, then Fred "You should dye your hair or something."

"Let's see what you got Potter."

"Alright. You'll see how great I am later Weasleys."

I smirked suddenly as they both grasped their heads with fake looks of horror "We would never!"

'Maybe not voluntarily' I thought.

Just then Hermione decided to make her appearance, hair slightly damp, uniform on and book bag across her shoulder. She smiled at me, giving me a slightly quizzed look, but it quickly disappeared "Hi Hope."

"Hey Hermione, nice sleep?" I questioned the girl.

She smiled "Yeah, you?"

I nodded in agreement "Yeah."

Fred, George, and Lee traded a look and stood up, announcing they had some 'important business' to look into. But by the mischievous looks they traded, it could be anything but.

I watched them walk away, eyes lingering on the slightly taller twin without realizing it. I turned to look at Hermione who had cleared her throat "Breakfast?"

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Hermione and I made our way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. We passed Ron's older brother, Percy, on the way. We sat down at the Gryffindor table and proceeded to place food on our plates. Picking a few pieces of toast and a bowl of cereal.

I looked around the hall, which had started to fill with the rest of the Hogwarts' population, and noticed a boy sitting at the Hufflepuff table looking my way. He had light brown hair and large hazel eyes, he looked about twelve-thirteen. He started when he noticed our eyes had locked. I giggled and waved at him, to which he blushed slightly and waved back before turning around sharply.

I turned to Percy, who had just sat down "Hey Percy, who's he?"

He looked in the direction I was pointing "Oh, that's Cedric Diggory, great lad he is, a second year."

I nodded "Thanks."

"What classes do you think we have today?" Hermione asked me.

I took a large bite out of my toast and crammed a spoonful of cereal in my mouth, looking quite ladylike I must assure you, and replied "I duffno… We gotfa wat fer our schedfules."

Hermione scrunched up her nose "Gross Hope, you're just like Ronald."

I swallowed and was about to speak when I felt a hand pat my head a few times before George sat beside me, his twin sitting beside him "Hey guys."

"Hey." I replied, eyeing them suspiciously "Where did you two disappear to? Important business aye?"

The twins snickered before piling food on their plates. I rolled their eyes at their antics, once more longing to have a great relationship like that with my own sibling, but knowing it would most likely never happen.

Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy Headmistress, and Transfiguration Professor, walked around the table handing out timetables. She gave the twins a calculating look before handing Hermione, Ron and I our own. We each glanced over the schedule "Well we got Transfiguration first, then Potions, then lunch, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and finally Charms."

"Ugh." Lavender groaned suddenly, having just looked at her schedule and overhead us "We've got that all with the Slytherins."

"All but Charms," I said cheerily, trying to cheer her up slightly "we got that with the Ravenclaws."

"It won't be that bad." Hermione spoke up.

"Yeah! Hakuna Matata my friend!" I cried.

"Akuna mahwata?" She asked bewildered.

"Oh my gosh yes!" Hermione said happily.

"It means no worries for the rest of your days! It's our problem-free philosophy! Hakuna Matata!" We both burst out in song.

"Uh Hakuna Matata?" Fred asked suddenly, having overheard, leaning around George to see us.

"Yeah." I chirped "It's our motto."

"A motto?" A first year I remembered as Neville asked "What's a motto."

"Nothin'. What's a-motto with you?" Hermione asked him with a smile.

The three wizards and one witch stared at us with blank expressions.

"Oh come on guys! The Lion King!? It's a classic!" I said exasperated.

"A lion? Being a king?" Lavender asked.

"So like is he king of just the lions or-"A twin asked.

"-or off everybody?" The other finished.

"Why is the lion's motto Hakuna Matata?" Neville questioned.

"Wait? You both burst into song, do the lions so that?" A voice asked from across the table.

"So then that would mean the lions can sing?" A second person asked confused.

"The lions the top of the food chain right? Why would they have problems?" A girl called out.

"Whoa whoa whoa! How can the damn thing talk?! Much less sing!" A boy yelled out puzzled.

I stared at Hermione with wide eyes, trading glances with the other Muggleborn or Muggle-raised kids. I groaned "What have I started!?"

"So who's the lion talk- err singing with?" A boy from Hufflepuff asked me, leaning over on his side.

"Uh a meerkat and a warthog…" I trailed off.

"Seriously! A meerkat and a warthog!? But the lions is… well-just that! A lion!" A Ravenclaw girl argued.

"He has a name!" A Muggle-raised girl yelled among the raised voices "It's Simba!"

"Simba?! Who the hell names their kid Simba?" The same boy from earlier yelled.

"Who the hell names their kid Ritchie?" A girl his age asked playfully, her voice raised.

Ritchie glared at her "Oh shush it Demelza!"

"A singing lion named Simba…" Someone trailed off.

"Wait! I've heard of him before, ain't his Uncle's name Scar?"

"Scar!? The lion!"

"Oh my god." I groaned.

"Let's just go back to the common room. We got time before classes." Hermione suggested.

I nodded "Alright, I got to get my books too."

We both stood to and looked around at the arguing Gryffindors, close Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and surprisingly a few Slytherins. A few teachers were keeping an eye on the group, in case things got worse. But honestly, how did this even start! It's a child's film!

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First class was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. I don't believe I went into much detail with her. She was older, aged skin and graying hair always pulled into a painfully tight bun. She has hazel eyes that were warm and nice, though you could tell her class was no walk in the park. She was strict, but from what I've heard from the other students, she loved her 'lions' and protected them fiercely.

Hermione and I arrived to class right on time, a few Gryffindor and Slytherins already there. We took seats near the front of the class and looked around the class for the teacher. All there was, besides various animals in cages, was a grey and black tabby cat sitting on the teacher's desk. She, I was assuming that is, had black marks along her body, black marking around her eyes like glasses. Her tail flicked side to side as she surveyed the class.

More students filled in, my brother being one of them, though he did come in with Daphne Greengrass instead of Malfoy. His eyes met mine and he gave me a soft smile before turning to get his things out of his bag. I frowned.

I bell tolled somewhere in the background, announcing the start of our first period. We all twitched in our seats, waiting. The cat's tail twitched again.

Just when we thought she was going to be no-show, the doors burst open and Ron, Dean and Seamus ran in out of breath. Hermione gave me a look, rolling her eyes, her bushy hair swaying. The boys' feet clomped loudly on the stone floor. "We—made it." Ron said out of breath.

"Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Dean asked.

Just then the cat sat up on all fours and leapt off the desk. Mid jump, the cat started to change into something. A human. Professor McGonagall to be exact.

"Whoa, an Animagus." Hermione whispered in awe.

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron said in breathless awe, though I think the breathlessness was more due to running than to the fact that his teacher was a cat just moments ago.

"Why thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful to transfigure Mr. Thomas, Mr. Finnigan and yourself into a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time." She scolded lightly.

"We got lost. Seamus explained.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" She raised an eyebrow before turning back to her desk to teach us how to turn a match into a needle.

Hermione managed to change her match to have a needle point, the only one in the class to make a difference in the match. I think I must have broken several of them, then I got frustrated and made a little house out of the broken ones when McGonagall wasn't looking.

We then had potions, which we still had with the Slytherins. Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House, had greasy black hair and nearly black eyes. His class was going to be hard, no doubt about that, but the other students say he's mean and very strict. To all but the Slytherins of course, it's like he's in love with them, they never get points docked and they never get in trouble. Never. But he just enjoys badgering all the other students from the opposite house, and since we share potions with the snakes, that happens to be us.

But let's get one, or two, things straight. He hates me and a certain black-haired snake. He doesn't just dislike us or anything, he bloody hates the Potter twins with a burning passion you see in his pitch black eyes. And you know how hard it is to see things in pitch black?

The class started in the dungeons, which were bloody freezing and creepy, mind the pickled animals all over the room in jars. Gross. He read over the roll and paused at Harry's name "Ah yes, Harry Potter our new celebrity."

He eyes paused on my name and his eyes flicked to mine, his widening slightly. His surprise quickly disappeared and he smirked again "And Miss Potter, what a lovely surprise."

He then read the rest of the roll and strolled to the head of the class.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making—"and the rest of his stupid speech was lost in a haze I like to call my imagination. Looks like I wasn't the only one, if the next yell was any indication.

"Mr. Potter! Pay attention. If you so keen to not pay attention, you must already be a master in potions eh? What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape called suddenly.

Harry looked up slightly started, but replied steadily "Asphodel and wormwood together make a sleeping potion, so powerful, that it is known as the Draught of Living Death."

"Correct." Snape drawled with a frown. He then turned over to me "Miss Potter, Where would you look if you wanted to find a bezoar?"

I raised a delicate eyebrow "A bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat and are a fast and effective way of curing most poisons."

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He asked finally.

I looked over at Harry who had been waiting for me to look at him. I nodded and opened my mouth "Well Monkshood and wolfsbane are basically the same thing."

"Also known as Aconite, they are a type of plant that has a bright purple flower. The plant itself is poisonous." Harry added.

"As well in the early days people have tried grinding it up and placing it on raw meat in order to kill werewolves. Just in case you wanted to know." I smirked at him slightly.

The rest of the class stared at us with wide eyes. Snape just started at us both with an odd look on his face.

"Well sir you never specified who you wanted to answer the question." Harry told him.

Snape's eye twitched as he seemed to take control over himself "Partner up! Gryffindor with a Slytherin since I'm feeling like house unity today."

I huffed at that 'house unity my butt'.

"Potter with Potter! Longbottom with Crabbe! Granger with Malfoy! Weasley with Parkinson!" And the shouting went on.

Harry made his way to my table, taking all of his stuff and plopping it down. He set up his ingredients and such, me copying his actions. Snape had us do a simple potion to cure boils.

He swept around with his long black cloak and watched us as we crushed snake fangs and weighted dried nettles. He criticized everyone except for Hermione and Malfoy, and we all knew it was because of Snape's likeness to Malfoy that saved the girl from his nitpicking.

I picked up a horned slug and grimaced at Harry "Oh god that's disgusting."

Harry smirked as he took it from my hand and added a few into the pot, stewing them. "Yeah, well they're great for pranks." He replied offhandedly.

My head snapped to look at him, my dislike of him disappearing just like that "Pranks–"

Just then a strange hissing filled the room, Crabbe's cauldron crumpling into a molten mess of goo. The potion seeped onto the floor, into people's shoes, and before you knew it everyone was on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the fluid, moaned in pain.

Snape was over here in an instant, grabbing Neville off the floor "Stupid boy! I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville cried as boils appeared all over his skin.

Snape handed Neville off to Hermione, who was sitting at the table beside them "Take him to the hospital wing!"

He then rounded on me and Harry "Potters, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills?" I raised an eyebrow at him "Thought he'd made you look good?"

I peered at Harry who was just as confused as I was. Then to the shock of most of the Slytherins, Snape did one thing he never does.

Well actually he did the first thing quite a lot, but the second was a totally different thing.

"A point from Gryffindor," pause "and Slytherin."

The rest of the day was rather uneventful. As was the next.

Defense against the Arts was an interesting subject in itself, but the lesson? A joke. Professor Quirrell's classroom and his person for that matter smelled strongly of garlic, George reckons he is a vampire in disguise, using the garlic scent as a show that he himself wasn't a vampire. The turban around his head was supposedly from an African prince as a thank-you gift for getting rid of a zombie. No one believed that story. The turban also had a funny smell around it, which Fred swore was filled with garlic, warding off a vampire he had once encountered and was trying to make sure it didn't come back after him.

Charms was definitely a more interesting class. Taught by Professor Flitwick, a small wizard who had to stand on a stack of books to be seen from behind his desk. I swear the man had casted a cheering spell on himself gone wrong, making it permanent. He was just a little bundle of joy.

History of Magic I've decided was my life's dream. Professor Brinns was the teacher, a ghost who'd fell asleep in front of a staffroom fire and the next day got up to teach, leaving his body behind. He droned on and on and on while we scribbled down names and dates. Trying out hardest not to fall asleep. Hope you noted the sarcasm when I said I've found this subject my lifelong dream.

Herbology was taught by a dumpy witch named Professor Spout. We learned to take care of plants and fungi, some were quite strange, and what they were used for and how to care for them.

Astronomy we had on Wednesdays at midnight. We learned the names of various stars and the movement of the planets.

The next day we had flying lessons. Which I couldn't wait to go to minus the one flaw. We had it with the Slytherins.