Neville and I walked through the winding corridors until we finally reached the greenhouses. It was a mostly silent walk. I was playing with the hem of my skirt and Neville with the straps of his bag. Occasionally he would give me a tip to identify where I was in the castle. Like a certain statue or painting I could remember. He was very helpful. When we entered the greenhouses we were the only ones there, except for Professor Sprout.

"Professor. This is Devan, the new transfer student from Beauxbatons." Neville introduced me. I gently shook the professor's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you darling." Professor Sprout beamed. I nodded in agreement and sat down in the chair closest to the front of the class and sat my books down on the table. As Neville talked to Professor Sprout about his plant, I glanced over my schedule for the rest of the day. After this class I had Lunch, then Charms, Potions and finally dinner.

"What are the rest of your classes?" I turned and saw Neville sitting down next to me. I silently handed him my schedule and he handed me his. We looked over each other's classes, "You have Art as your first elective?"

"Well, my moms the teacher..." I mumbled. He smiled and nodded and continued looking over the paper.

"Seems like we have most everything together, except for Divination and Care of Magical Creatures." He told me as he handed back my schedule.

"You aren't taking those electives?" I asked, placing my schedule in the cover of one of my books.

"Well I can't really say I had the best experience in Care of Magical Creatures in my third year, so they let me drop it. And I have Divination the opposite hours." Neville laughed. We continued to talk until more students started to flood into the greenhouse.

"Okay students! Today we will be learning about the Self-Fertilizing Shrub..." Professor Sprout started. I didn't lie to Neville, I really was interested in Herbology but I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Despite being his god-sister, despite my father being some of the only family he has left, we hardly talked. I mean I guess I couldn't jump to conclusions yet, it was only the second day of the school year, but it still made me feel uneasy. I continued to think about it, drowning Professor Sprout's voice in and out.

"You will be issued an essay on these..." I heard her voice say minutes before the bell rang to signal lunch, "Okay. You're all dismissed." All the students started to gather there things and headed towards the door.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice question, I looked up and saw Neville with a worried look on his face, "You looked out of sorts during class."

"Huh? Oh yeah.. I'm fine.. just.. contemplating a few things." I said, giving him a weak smile as we exited the greenhouse.

"Pengu!" I heard a voice yell as I was pulled into a crippling hug. As I pulled away I noticed it was Kailene.

"I just got in from Care of Magical Creatures, so I decided to stop by and walk to lunch with you." She smiled. She looked behind me and gave me a questioningly look. I followed her glance to Neville.

"Oh,um.. Kailene this is Neville. Neville, this is my younger sister Kailene. She's in Ravenclaw." I introduced them. They gave each other a smile and a slight nod.

"Come on Pengu! Let's get to lunch. I'm starving. You know earlier..." My sister trailed on as she latched on to my arm and dragged me towards the Great Hall. I turned around to see Neville looking down and returning to the Greenhouses. I felt kind of bad since I wanted to spend a bit more time with Neville.

When we entered the Great Hall we saw that it was nearly empty, with students dotted scarcely at each table.

"Kailene!" A few Ravenclaws shouted her over to them. She simply looked up at me, asking permission.

"Go! You can talk to me anytime." I smiled as she gave me a quick hug and ran over to the girls. I looked over at them for a moment. It was nice, she had made friends quick. I looked over at the Staff Table and saw my mom talking to Professor McGonagall.

As I started to walk towards the Gryffindor's table I got pushed down, hard, my glasses and books flying everywhere. When I looked up I could barely make out the platnium blonde hair of Draco and his friends laughing again.

"Are you okay?" A hand appeared in front of my face. I looked up more and squinted at the person and noticed it was the other transfer student from Durmstrang. He was tall and fairly muscular, but lean, wearing slytherin robes over his uniform. He had medium length black hair, pulled back into a pompadour like style. I took his hand and pulled my self up.

"Yeah. Thanks." I breathed, gathering my things.

"Finnian. What are you doing?" Draco asked as Finnian helped me with my things.

"Helping this girl." Finnian rolled his eyes.

"Why?" Draco asked as if he'd never heard of such an action.

"Because it's a nice thing to do. Not everyone is as cold blooded as you." Finnian told him as he stood up straight. He towered over Draco. Draco was about 5ft 9' and Finnian easily reaching 6ft 2'. I stood up also, feeling even shorter than I was. Draco turned towards me.

"So you're Sirius Black's daughter?" He spat. I simply nodded trying not to make eye contact with anyone. "And you were almost sorted into Slytherin."

"And every other house." I sighed remembering the event from yesterday. When I finally looked up, he was just smirking at me and all his other friends were walking towards the Slytherin table. Shaking, I tried to put my glasses back on my face before I noticed a huge crack in the right lens. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Before I could try to get my wand out of my boot...

"Oculus Reparo." He moaned.

"Than-" I began with a smile.

"Don't mention it." He requested as he turned away. I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Hermione and Neville.

"Why were you talking to Malfoy?" Ron shot. I looked around and saw everyones disapproving faces.

"He.. just.. he pushed me down and the transfer student helped me up." I stated, it was silent for a moment before I realized I didn't answer the real question, "He just said something about 'blood-traitors'. I drowned him out though." I choked, grabbing some bread. We sat in silence for a while. "Um... I should really get going to Charms. I don't want to be late." I mumbled, tripping over the tables bench and pulling myself back up.

"It's only 12:40, Class doesn't start until 1." Hermione stated.

"Yeah, well I don't really know the way, a-and I think I left my books in th-" I stuttered until I felt arms wrap around me. I turned around and noticed my mom.

"Congratulations Pengu!" My mom nearly shouted, I saw numerous students' head's turn our direction and I could hear Ron snicker from the nickname.

"Thanks." I groaned. I turned towards my table. "Um, everyone this is my mom. Rayna Black, she is the new Art teacher here." They all nodded and said hello. "Mom, this is Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley."

"Ahh yes a Weasley!" My mother spoke, excitedly shaking his hand. Ron looked scared to say the least, "I know your grandmother!"

"Uh, mom..." I started, "You're being vague."

"Ahh, right! Cedrella Black... er, well Weasley! She was at my wedding, being related to my husband and all. I've also talked to your father a bit. Very interested in the Muggle things I've come to learn about." My mom beamed with happiness and Ron gave her a struggled smile back.

"Well we must be going now." I exclaimed, practically pulling my mother away.