Author's Note: I do not own any characters, except Evelynn Edwards, from the Harry Potter series. I also don't own any of the magic that is used or brought up; along with any locations within this fanfic. All things magical and anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series is strictly that of J.K. Rowling, author of the series.

I had woken up early and by the looks of it Hermione had too because she was gone from her bed. I carefully got up from my bed and threw on the Hogwarts' uniform, which was the gray skirt and shirt with the long black robe.

I crept downstairs to see Hermione hunched over on the couch with a book in her hand. It fell with a loud thug, which woke her up with a start. She quickly looked around and saw me. Her face turned red.

"Have a nice sleep?" I asked on the verge of laughter.

"I—uh—well, you see—yes." She admitted turning a brighter shade of red. "I was reading from Hogwarts: A History—"

"I saw that." I stated.

"Well, did you know—?"

"I probably do, Hermione. That was a good read." I smiled, flashing a grin that stopped her mid sentence. It was too early for a lesson about Hogwarts' history.

She looked flustered and stomped off, obviously offended that I had finished reading the book before her.

By the time I had finished packing my bag with the books for Charms and A History of Magic classes, the rest of the Gryffindors were heading out of their corridors and throwing me 'you're crazy' glances. My hair wasn't cooperating when I tried to put it up because it would stick out in different directions, so I shook it out of the ponytail and tuck pieces behind my ears. My hair was so dark brown that it was close to black, but it would continually get darker during winter turning complete black. During the summer, it would lighten up to dark brown again.

I headed out of the common room where I ran into Harry and Ron.

"Harry! Ron! Do you guys want to go to the Great Hall for breakfast?"

"Well we kind of tried that, but we got lost." Harry mumbled, trying to smooth out his black hair, which seemed like a nervous habit.

"Yeah Filch thought we were trying to sneak into that third-floor corridor that Dumbledore told us was forbidden," explained Ron.

I nodded, "Yeah, I remember. Oh well, I hear Filch has always been a git. It's not like he can do magic, he's just a squib."

"That's a bit rude." Hermione said while also coming out of the portrait of the Fat Lady. I looked back at her kind of confused.

"What? Filch?" I asked.

"No. You. You're rude," she said crossing her arms around Hogwarts: A History. What did I say that was rude?

"I—" I started, but Ron interrupted.

"No she's not. He is a git, Hermione." There seemed to be a growing tension so I quickly broke the tension.

"I don't think we'll have time to go the Great Hall, so let's just go to Professor Flitwick's class."

The day was almost over as I sat down for dinner in the Great Hall. Charm's was okay with Professor Flitwick. I watched Hermione pop her hand up to answer any question she could manage. I didn't have a problem with that or even in A History of Magic with Professor Binns making it extremely boring. Tomorrow we had Herbology, which I knew I wasn't going to like. I'm not a fan of plants. I couldn't wait for Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions even if I had to endure the Slytherins.

I was quietly eating my food by myself, which I preferred over the noise. Harry and Ron hadn't arrived yet because they probably got lost. I could hear Hermione a seat away from me talking to a boy named Neville. I wasn't really interested in their conversation until they started talking about their parents and their blood status.

"I'm half-and-half." A sandy-haired boy said. "Me dad's a muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him." I started laughing along with the others.

"What about you Neville?" Ron asked, showing up out of nowhere with Harry.

"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch, but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me—"

"Blimey Neville! You're a Longbottom aren't you?" I gasped, smiling in delight, but then closed my mouth quickly. I remember my grandpa telling me the unfortunate story of Neville's parents and he probably wouldn't want to hear it re-told in front of everyone. Neville had stopped in the middle of his story and reluctantly looked at me. He probably was thinking what I was thinking.

"Y-yeah—"

"I've only heard stories of your parents, but they were amazing. You must tell them I said hello. I've always wanted to talk to a Longbottom." I added in the part with his parents so to think I didn't know his personal secrets. I saw him smile in relief. "My name is Evelyn by the way. Evelyn Edwards. You probably haven't heard of me—"

I looked across the table and saw Harry and Ron along with other Gryffindors listening in. Ron whispered something to Harry that sounded like, "She's got to be kidding. Everyone knows the Edwards. Well—everyone who aren't muggle-born I suppose."

"Yes," a loud, drawling voice came from behind Ron. Malfoy's cold blue eyes pierced right through me. He had a smug expression plastered across his face. I looked at him confused. I hated to be unnerved and Malfoy seemed to bring out my worst qualities. "You're right Edwards, Longbottom wouldn't know who you were seeing as he's one the biggest blood traitors, next to the Weaselbee's."

"That not what I meant Neville." I replied, trying to keep my calm, while looking at Neville. I clenched my hands together, hopefully not showing too much anger. By the smile on Malfoy's face, he knew. He always knew somehow.

"So why is it, Edwards, that you ended up in Gryffindor. Everyone can tell you belong to Slytherin." Malfoy mused.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I hissed. Calm down…

"Well isn't it obvious? A noble pure-blood like you shouldn't be with—"

"Longbottom's are noble pure-bloods…so are Weasley's—"

"Haven't you been listening? They're blood traitors and you…you walk around acting like you're better than everyone. Like a true Slytherin," he smiled.

I glanced at the people around me that were whispering. I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up.

"Listen here, Malfoy, because I don't think you've been listening. I would rather call myself a mudblood then ever be called a Slytherin…not that muggle-borns are an insult though. I'd take it as a compliment." I huffed quickly looking to see if I offended anyone.

Malfoy was looking disgusted, "So you'd rather be filth than live up to your family name? Looks like we have a first blood traitor in the Edwards' line." My face felt hot and I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger. I took a deep breath to try to calm my erratic heart beat.

"It's funny Malfoy…I would think that your daddy wanted you to suck up to me, seeing as he has been trying to get on good terms with my father since Voldemort disappeared." I threw a look at Harry. His eyes were wide and everyone gasped after I saw Voldemort's name.

"How dare—" he began, his face was flushed.

"—that I say Voldemort's name? Yeah…I guess that's why I ended up in Gryffindor, because I'm not afraid of a silly name." I smiled. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder.

I was starting to walk out of the Great Hall, when I heard Malfoy blurt out, "I guess you'll end up like your precious grandfather. Dead, by the hands of—" He didn't finish the sentence because I threw down my bag and jumped over the table and flung myself at him. There were screams and glass breaking, but all I was thinking was landing a fist in Malfoy's face. He had his hands in front of his face trying to block it. I felt Crabbe and Goyle at my sides. I yelled stupefy twice while pointing my wand at them. They both fell at the same time. Out of the screams, I think I heard cheers from the other, older students. I threw a punch which hit his lip and his teeth grazed my knuckles.

"Get off me, you crazy—"

I went to punch him again, but missed his nose and landed on his cheek. The next thing I knew, I was floating in the air. At first I thought Malfoy was doing it, but when I looked around I saw Professor Snape with his wand out. I managed to catch glimpses of other teachers pushing through the crowd to grab Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. I couldn't see much, because I had been crying and didn't realize it.

I crossed my arms and feet as I sat hovering in the air. My grandpa used this spell on me from time to time. I wasn't thinking of how much trouble I was going to be in, but how I lost my calm and showed everyone my weakness.

By the time that Professor Snape put me back on the floor, everyone backed away and Malfoy was completely out of the Great Hall. I felt people staring at me. My fist felt sliced open, but I felt ashamed that I didn't have better control of my temper. My grandfather would be ashamed of me that I resorted to muggle ways instead of the magic he taught me. I mean…I did stun Crabbe and Goyle, hopefully that counted as something.

I briefly heard Professor Snape say get my bag. I looked over at my bag and muttered, "Accio bag." It flew over to me as I was looking at the floor the entire time. I followed Professor Snape out of the room. As soon as I left, I heard the Great Hall erupt with noise. Please don't expel me...please don't expel me.

"Seeing as I'm not your Head of House and I can't expel you, I leave you with Professor McGonagall," Professor Snape sneered, while walking off to escort Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle to the nurse's office.

I walked with Professor McGonagall to her office. She sat down and looked up at me with a stern expression as if waiting to explain what happened, but I didn't want to re-live what Malfoy said.

"Would you care to explain your side of the story of why you resorted to such muggle ways, Ms. Edwards? I'd rather hear both from you and Malfoy so I can give you a fair punishment." She folded her arms together. I looked up at her with relief.

"I…uh…he—" Why couldn't I just blame Malfoy? He was the one who started it. I know I'm ashamed of myself, but I can't take all of the blame… "He insulted—" I started. Professor McGonagall looked up at me with an understanding expression.

"It's your first day and year at Hogwarts and already you started a fight as well injuring another student and stunning two others. It seems many students agree that Malfoy instigated it. However, this does not excuse your actions. I believe a weekend's detention will do as a fair enough warning. You may go." I quickly stood up and couldn't believe people were defending me. "Oh and Ms. Edwards, you should go to the nurse for your hand."

I looked down at it and saw a deep cut along my knuckles of my right hand. It was bleeding and trickling down on her floor.

"Right, of course." I smiled, looking up at her, grabbing hold of my calmness.