When Samantha woke up in the morning, the thought of her being at Hogwarts still wasn't able to settle in completely. If she was going to be honest with herself, she would admit that she felt a bit awkward there. Of course, it was her first day and she knew after a while she would feel better about the new school.

After this thought was done circling her troubled head she noticed that they other girls in her room were still sleeping. The light of dawn was slowing breaking and pouring in through the window. Samantha looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was five thirty in the morning, a half an hour before Hermione said she woke up.

Sam sighed and then after making sure no one was watching, she decided to write a bit in her journal since she was unable to the night before.

September 2, 5:34 AM

Journal, it still feels strange. Waking up here in this school… I still feel like I should be hearing my mom in the other room, calling me in for breakfast. Is it too soon to miss her?

Anyways, the people here are nice. I'm in a room with the other girls in my year so that's good. I was afraid I'd be with some annoying first years or mean seventh years. Of course, the worries are silly. Nothing bad is going to happen while I'm here.

Oh yes! You'll never guess who attends school here! It's Harry POTTER! Weird, eh? Only I decided to not gawk like I'm sure the other kids were doing. I felt bad, he seemed quite angry about it. Hopefully nothing horrible happens to him this year. There's so much shenanigans that he's gotten into that I've read about. I'm sure it'd be nice for him if he a relaxing year for once, but because of the trouble the Ministry and the kids here have been giving him, I'm sure that's out of the picture.

Wish me luck… first day of classes today,

Samantha Riddle

"Samantha?"

Right on time, Samantha thought humorously as she looked over to see Hermione sit up groggily on her bed and look at her with a confused expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Sam muttered and then crawled to the end of her bed to shove her journal into her trunk, "just doing a bit of writing?"

"You have a journal?" she asked, seeming highly interested.

"Er… yeah. I've always kept one since I was about eight," Sam informed, remembering back to when her mother got her first one on her eighth birthday.

Hermione nodded, "I've always wanted to keep one, but whenever I started one I never remembered to write in it." Sam started to rummage through her clothes to fish out her robes and her red sweater.

Once they were both done getting ready, they traveled down to the Great Hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Ron and Harry where Professor McGonagall was passing out their schedules.

"Well," Ron said, after examining his schedule as well as the others' schedules, "looks like we have the worst classes all in one day."

"History of Magic doesn't seem all that bad," Sam said thoughtfully as she looked at her schedule.

"Not when your teacher is ghost," Harry countered glumly as he dished eggs and bacon onto his plate.

"Really?" Sam gaped.

"Yeah, boring as hell," Ron said and ignored the look Hermione was giving him. "Too bad it's not in the middle of the day, it would be nice to have a good nap."

"Ron!" Hermione shrieked, "you shouldn't be sleeping in class when we have our O.W.L.s this year!"

"Oh yeah," he said glumly and slumped a bit in his chair, "I forgot."

"You've heard of those haven't you, Sam?" she asked, turning once again to Sam.

"Of course, we had them at our school too. Anyways, what does your guys' schedules look like?"

They handed over their schedules to her and she looked at them.

"Oh, Hermione, you have Ancient Ruins too?" she asked excitedly.

"Oh, you signed up for it? It'll be so nice to have a friend in that class," she sighed happily and sipped some of her pumpkin juice.

They spent the rest of lunch talking happily about classes until finally Hermione reminded that their first class started at nine so they ought to get going.

Grudgingly the other three tore themselves away from the amazingly tasteful food and trotted up the staircase to the first floor. Sam followed and tried hard to remember how they got to the History of Magic classroom but as soon as she stepped food into it, she forgot.

Sam was disappointed to find that Ron and Harry were right, the class could have been interesting but Professor Binn's monotone made it painfully boring. She tried to make it interesting though by repeating everything the teacher said in her mind in a more exciting tone. She stopped this, however, when Hermione asked her what she was muttering under her breath.

After a break they went down into the dungeons where Potions was held. Samantha seemed to be the only one freezing as she sat sourly on her stool. When she mentioned this to Ron and Harry she heard a familiar voice call to her from behind.

"Complaining so soon, Sam?"

She whirled around to see Draco smirking at her making her narrow her eyes at him.

"I didn't know I'd be having classes with you, Malfoy," she sneered in mock disgust.

"Just keep to your side of the room, Riddle," he sneered back at her while trying his best to compose his face. They smirked at each other before turning away and talking to their friends.

Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch so Sam decided to watch their professor who was a man with greasy, black hair, scold Parvati and Lavender for giggling and took ten points from Gryffindor. Somehow she had a feeling that she had meet him before. Sam studied him for a while, taking in his sallow complexion and hooked nose.

"That's Snape, right?" she asked Hermione who sat next to her.

"Yes, a very dreadful man if you ask me," she grumbled and took out her parchment so she could take notes.

Then he called class to order in a matter of minutes and took attendance. When he called out Harry's name she couldn't help but notice the sneer on his face when he said it out loud. Sam also noticed how Harry curtly said 'present' in a manner of such loathing that it surprised her.

She was so caught up on this observation and the fact that she was still trying to remember where she the man from, she didn't hear her name being called.

"Ms. Riddle?" he called loudly taking Samantha out of her day dream.

"Sorry?" she asked and quickly snatched her eyes up quickly to look up at the disappointed looking teacher.

"Just taking attendance," he muttered and then moved on.

By the way all of the students were looking at her she decided that she probably lucked out by not getting any points taken away or not getting detention.

After attendance, Professor Snape droned on about what they were going to do for the day and then finally wrote the directions for the Draught of Peace on the board and gave them all permission to start.

Samantha quickly finished up writing all of the directions on a piece of parchment and then went to gather all of her ingredients and then returned to her and Hermione's desk where they both started working.

She had always liked Potions so she had no trouble creating the mixture and felt extremely sorry for Harry who had forgotten to add in the syrup of hellebore. When Snape walked past her and Hermione's table he frowned down at the only two excelling students in the class.

"Ms. Riddle, I must tell you that I don't condone cheating in my classroom."

"P-professor?", she sputtered after she was done stirring in one of her ingredients which had to sit in her cauldron for a minute.

"Obviously you have been copying Hermione's every move which is considered cheating in my book," he explained with an unpleasant frown making Sam's blood boil. She had not at all copied Hermione and was upset that the professor, who didn't even know her, was accusing her of such a thing.

"Professor, I wasn't copying Hermione at all. You, of all people, should realize that since you can clearly see from the amount of silver mist coming from her cauldron, that she did not let her horsehair grass set for exactly two minutes before stirring." Once Sam had said this she regretted in immensely from the way Snap glared down at her.

"Hmph," was all he said before striding towards Neville's cauldron to shout 'twenty points from Gryffindor!' from the way that Neville's potion was now at the consistency of just-mixed cement.

"Those of you who havemanaged to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name, and bring it up to my desk for testing," announced Snape. "Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and uses in potion making, to be handed in on Thursday."

Sam wrote the homework down in a planner and then filled up a flagon with her Draught of Peace and brought it up confidently to the front of the room and set it on his desk.

Once they packed up their things and filed out of Snape's classroom Ron seemed extremely interested in how she had become so good at Potions.

"I don't know." Sam shrugged and really wanted to drop the subject since Hermione did not look happy that Sam had pointed out a flaw in her potion to Snape.

"Well it was bloody brilliant," Ron said with a look of new appreciation for Sam as the walk down to the Great Hall to meet up with Harry for lunch.

When they sat down with Harry they all told him how rotten Professor Snape was for being increasingly rude to him even though practically everyone's potion went wrong.

"Hey," a male's voice greeted her and she was surprised to see George Weasley sit down next to her with a grin on his face.

"Oh," she blushed since she had just bit down on her shepard's pie. Once she swallowed it she greeted him back and ignored the burning in her throat.

"I hear you had Snape this morning," he said with a smirk making her assume that he didn't like Snape either.

"Oh yeah, what a ray of sunshine he is," Sam said sarcastically making George laugh.

"Makes you want to hug a puppy, don't it?" he chuckled and then laughed more at Sam's response.

"More along the lines of wanting to kick a puppy."

"I know what you mean, he-"

"Oi!"

They both turned around to see Fred looking at George curiously.

"You coming?"

"Err…" strained George and Sam his eyes sweep over to her out of the corner of her eye. Fred looked over at her and suddenly realized who she was making a smirk appear on his face.

"Never mind then," he said and then Sam watched him walk down the table and take a seat next to a boy named Lee Jordan.

They two turned to look at each other again and smiled. Right when George opened his mouth to talk someone else interrupted.

"George!" They turned around to see a tall, black girl with a long, braided hair jogging over to where they where sitting.

"Hey, Angeline," he said in a bit of an irritated tone.

"Just coming to tell you that we're having tryouts for a new Keeper on Friday at five o' clock. I want the whole team to be there," she told him, not noticing the hint of displeasure of being interrupted on his face.

"Consider me there," he said vaguely and she turned away happily to sit back down with her friends.

"You play Quidditch?" Sam asked intriguingly before taking a bite of her corn.

"Yeah, do you play?" he asked seeming to become greatly excited.

"At my old school I played on the team," she said casually although she was beyond excited to have something that she loved I common with George.

"What position?"

"Beater," she said and then saw that he was now staring at her with wide eyes. " Yeah, I know," she sighed and set down her pumpkin juice, "it's more of a guy's position but I did a damn good job at it so I don't really see-"

"That's so cool!" he cut in and she calmed down once a grin spread across his face. "That's what I play!"

"Really?" Then they set off talking about why they loved that position so much and the injuries they've caused upon the other teams that they've played.

Finally Hermione had to pull her away so they could go to Ancient Ruins right in the middle of Sam's story of how she shattered her jaw.

"See you later!" they finally called to each other and Sam finally cooperated and walked along side Hermione with a giant smile on her face.

September 2, 10:23 PM

I love my life, Journal.

Happily,

Samantha Riddle


A/N: Vikings game today!! WOOT WOOT!!! Sorry, I couldn't think of anything to write. That's why this was delayed. Anyways, the edit thing was being stupid so I could put a line between her journal entries and the other text so I just bolded it. You may be like "whatever" but this really irked me.

Anyways, the 2nd quarter ended at school so this weekend I have NO HOMEWORK!! Woo hoo! AND it's a three day weekend b/c of a teachers' workshop or something.... And I'm so happy that I will no longer have science for the year (that's b/c we have 4 classes a day (each class is 85 minutes long!)) so I'm SO happy! Do you want to know why? Well, I dislike my science teacher with a burning passion of a million, blazing suns. :( He's an asshole. My dad even think so. The crazy thing is, is that my sister actually LIKED him as a teacher when she had him. Crazy, huh?

Vikings ROCK,

HANNAH