(Author's Note – updates everyday can get to ya but then again, I'm doing nothing at home so might as well. First off, the next two chapters will be a little darker cause of the bullying of Sophie and Hermione is starting to take its toll, even though I haven't made it appeared much in the story. Second, I've sort of been doing it based off the film, cause I don't have the book. If there's anything that I missed, I'm sorry. If there is anything from the book that you want to see, please let me know. Now, the chapters won't be two partiers. The only reason that chapter six was a two-partier because I was still making up my mind about which house Sophie was going to be put in. I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy)

Last time – we bid each other good night, the thought of what my parents did still weighing on my mind.

I smiled to myself in amusement as I watched Hermione pace back and forth in front of me, nearly hyperventilating from anxiety.

"I don't want to do it; they can't make me do it! I refuse!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. Me and Hermione had been making their way to the Great Hall for breakfast when Hermione had suddenly frozen up in front of the notice board in the Gryffindor common room. It had said that there were to be mandatory flying lessons with the Slytherins starting on Thursday, and today was Thursday. From what I had gathered during the ten minutes of pacing, growling, and ranting that Hermione had done, she was afraid of heights.

"It won't be that bad, Hermione," I said, holding back a giggle as Hermione began waving her arms around. "It's not like you're going to fall-"

"No! Shush! Stop talking! You'll jinx me!" Hermione shushed me.

"You're just paranoid," I snickered, saying it with a full blown grin on my face.

After a quick breakfast, we joined a group of Gryffindor first years that were making their way across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch. Numerous broomsticks were lying in neat lines on the ground, and I saw Hermione eye them in fear.

"You can't learn this in a book, huh," I said softly. Hermione stiffened, and I just knew that I had it the nail on the head.

"Hermione, it's okay to be afraid of heights, but you have to learn this some time, and books will only get you so far," I said. I started to reach out, tentatively taking Hermione's hand in mine, and led her over to the brooms.

"I-I don't think I can do this," Hermione said urgently. Her hand trembled in my grip.

"Yes you can, you just have to believe you can," I said firmly. I squeezed Hermione's hand, wanting to make my friend feel better. She smiled but then someone we both hated enter our view.

"Oh, lookie here, the mudblood can't fly," a voice sneered. It was Malfoy, and behind him were his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. I've had never disliked anyone as much as I disliked Malfoy at the moment. He was insulting Hermione, that is simply not allowed in my books.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" I exclaimed, stepping in front of Hermione.

"What have we here? It's the blood-traitor defending the mudblood," Malfoy said. A blood-traitor? I started to clenched my fists. How dare he!

"Get lost, Malfoy!" I hissed angrily.

" Or what? You're going to make me?" Malfoy sneered.

"Go away, Malfoy. Just leave us alone," Hermione said, moving out from behind me. "We've done nothing wrong, so why don't you just bugger off."

Malfoy's face turned pink. "Why you -"

"Don't try it, Malfoy. Head to your broom and stay there." Ducky said, coming from out of nowhere.

"What gives you the right to tell me, what to do?" Malfoy retorted back.

"If you don't do what you're told, You will be going to the hospital wing, now GO!" Ducky orders. Malfoy walks back to his broom. "You two alright?" She added. We both nodded. "Good, your class will be starting soon, so I'll see you later." She said before heading off towards the castle. The flying instructor had finally arrived. She had short grey hair and sharp yellow eyes that reminded me of a hawk's eyes. I didn't know it was possible to have yellow eyes. Maybe she was wearing contacts?

"My name is Madam Hooch, and today you will be learning how to ride a broomstick," the teacher said. "Everyone stand by your broom and stick your right hand over it."

I had a look at my broom as I did what I had been instructed to do. It was old and twigs were sticking out at odd angles. Was this thing really supposed to hold my weight?

"Everyone's done it?" Hooch asked, looking around. "Yes? Good. Now say, 'up!'"

"Up!" everyone shouted.

My hand stung slightly as the broom jumped up into my hand. I looked around; apparently mine's was one of the only ones to do so. Glancing over at my friend, I saw that Hermione's broom had only managed to roll over.

"Hermione," I whispered softly. The girl looked up, and I could see the frustration building inside her.

"How'd you do it, Sophie? It's not working for me," Hermione huffed. "See? Up!" The broom didn't so much as twitch.

I giggled softly, moving behind Hermione and placing my hand on Hermione's. "Y-you have to be forceful and believe that it'll move into your hand," I explained. "I d-don't think you really believe that it'll move. Watch, okay? Up!" The broom jumped into Hermione's hand.

Smiling, I moved back to my own broom. "Try it now by yourself."

"Okay." Hermione stuck her hand out and said, "Up!" in a firm voice.

The broom hovered in the air for a second before rising up into Hermione's hand. The girl grinned at me in triumph.

"I did it!" she exclaimed happily.

"I knew you could," I said, feeling tingly from Hermione's smile.

At this time, Madam Hooch showed everyone how to mount their broom properly without falling off. Once she had determined that everyone was adjusted, she said, "When I blow my whistle, kick off the ground hard. Rise a few feet and then lean forward to come back down. Take off in three, two –" I gasped as Neville pushed off hard before the whistle blew and shot off like a bullet. Neville, his face pale and with a scared look, shrieked when he started to slip off the broom.

"Hold on, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but it was too late. Neville slid off the end of the broom and fell to the ground. A nasty crack could be heard as he landed hard with a loud thud. Madam Hooch rushed over to him and checked him over.

"Broken wrist," I heard her mutter. I winced in sympathy. Poor Neville…

Madam Hooch helped Neville up and turned to the rest of the class. "None of you even think of touching those brooms while I'm gone. You try and I'll have you expelled before you can say 'Quidditch'." She wrapped her arm around Neville and helped escort him to the castle.

As soon as they were out of sight Malfoy burst into laughter. "What an idiot! Did you see his face?" The other Slytherins quickly joined in. "If this fat lump had given this a squeeze, he may have remembered to fall on his fat ass." He said

"Give it here, Malfoy." He hissed.

"No, I'll think I leave it for Longbottom to find" He said. He just smiled nastily and leapt on his broomstick, taking off into the air. "How about on the roof? Come and get it, Potter!" Then in the corner of my eye, I see that Harry was starting to mount his broom.

"Harry! No way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't know how to fly." Hermione said but Harry didn't listen. He mounted his broom and took off.

"What a Idiot" I muttered. I couldn't tell what was happening, but then the unthinkable. Malfoy threw the remember ball and Harry sped straight after it He caught it while turning to stop himself smashing into the wall, for a first timer, he's a natural. He came down to a sea of red and gold, saying how great he was but a loud voice, Oh no.

"HARRY POTTER" McGonagall shouted. We all looked. We saw a stern look on her face. "follow me" Harry reluctantly follow her. Malfoy got his wish, Harry was going to get expelled.

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"Do you think he'll get off?" Hermione asked me.

"Don't think so, He did disobey a teacher's instruction, so that won't help him." I answered. We both walked up to the school before I remember something. "Oh Hermione, I need to go to the bathroom. I catch up with you." I said. Hermione nodded and we both wave each other off. I turned the corner and I feel liked I'm being followed. I turned another corner, I pulled my wand out and I waited. When they turned the corner, I pointed my wand at them. Oh great, It was Malfoy.

"Why are the hell you're following me?" I said to him.

"I've been trying to talk for quite some time." He said.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" I asked him.

"I know who you are." He answered.

"Oh really, do tell me." I said sarcastically.

"You're Sophie Lestrange, born to Rodolphus & Bellatrix Lestrange. Two people who fought alongside the dark lord, they're the purest of all pure-bloods. Let's say, our families are very close." Draco said.

"Geez, do your family carry the bad breath as you?" I said, holding my nose.

"Come on, Sophie. I can see through you. You're crying out for a family. My family's more than willingly to let you join. Stick with me, and we can restore your already battered family." He said, sticking his hand out.

"No, you disrespected my friend, and you call me a blood-traitor. I don't think you and I can co-exist." I said before walking off.

"You're making a big mistake, Lestrange. In time, you will see how much." Draco finishes off.

I didn't care. I was happy, I stood up Malfoy, with embarrassing ease, then a reminder came from my lady parts, I needed the bathroom. After finding the bathroom and doing my business, I ventured out to the courtyard, seeing all the students interacting with each other. I hardly move a step before two hands pulled me down and started speaking a mile a minute.

"Harry's the new Gryffindor seeker, he's on the Gryffindor team." A voice said. I recognise the voice to be Hermione's.

"Whoa Hermione, slow down, take a deep breath. Now, what did you say?" I asked her.

"Harry's not getting expelled. McGonagall's allowing him to play on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He's the new seeker." Hermione said.

"But I thought first years weren't allowed to join the team." I said

"McGonagall's bending the rules for him, it was either that or get punished." She said. Then we hear Harry's voice coming into the courtyard with someone, and no surprise Ron was with him.

"Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great fun." Ron said

"But what if I'm not as good as everyone says I am? What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry said

"You won't make a foo of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione said. We followed her to the trophy room and saw a beautiful glass case with lots of, well, you guess it, trophies.

"Harry, you didn't tell me that your father was a seeker." Ron Exclaimed.

"I didn't know." Harry said.

(#BREAK)

It was getting late and I was really tired. I was walking back with Harry, Ron and Hermione. As we reached the grand stairs, I heard Ron speak.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky. She's knows more about you than you do." He said.

"Yeah, who doesn't?" Harry said. Then we felt the floor move.

"What the-" I shrieked.

"What's Happening?" Harry spoke

"Staircase changes, remember?" Hermione said. The staircase stopped on the next level.

"Come on, let's go" Harry said.

"Before the staircase moves again." Ron said. Harry opens the door and we enter but already getting some bad vibes.

"Is anyone get the feeling we shouldn't be here?" Harry Questioned.

"We're not supposed to be here. It's the third floor, it's forbidden." Hermione answered. Just then a flame shot up out of the statue.

"Let's go!" I squealed. I turned and I saw that the last thing we needed. I heard Hermione gasped.

"It's Filch's cat!" She exclaimed.

"Run!" Harry said we all started bolting. Every time we ran past that statue, It lit up. We reached a door at the end of the hallway. Great, a place to hide, only problem though, it was locked.

"Damn it, it's locked." I said.

"Oh, that's it. We're done for." Ron said terrified.

"Oh, move over." Hermione said. "Alohomora!" She shouted. There was a clicking sound and boom, the door was opened. We quickly ran inside and shut the door.

"Alohomora?" Ron asked.

"Standard book of spells, chapter 7." Hermione said. Then, we heard Filch outside.

"Anyone in here, my sweet?" He said. He had a look around. "Come on" He told Miss Norris before they both left the corridor.

"Phew, he's gone. He thinks this door's locked." Ron said.

"It was locked." I corrected him.

"And for good reason." Harry said with fear laced in his voice. We looked and saw a massive dog, no scratch that, a three-headed, massive dog, and it was waking up. It looked down at us. It was pissed. We screamed and quickly ran out of the room before we became a midnight snack. We ran back to the common room and after shouting 'Pig Snout' we enter.

"What are they doing? Keeping a thing locked up? Inside a school?" Ron Exclaimed

"You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" Hermione asked.

"I wasn't looking at its feet. I was a little more preoccupied with its head. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" Ron said.

"It's important, means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something." She added.

"Guarding something?" Harry asked confused.

"Yes. Now if you two don't mind, we're going to bed, before you two think of another clever idea to get us killed, or worse expelled." Hermione said. I have to disagree with that last one. We enter the room and went to bed, today was interesting but Hermione's right, the school's is hiding something, and I intend to find out.

(Author's note – there we go, geez what a long chapter. Next time, It's Halloween, and a troll is involved. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)