Emma's P.O.V.

Transfiguration was quite an easy class for me and it was funny to see Zoe's shocked expression when I transformed a hedgehog into a pincushion with ease. The rest of the class was having a hard time and I had seen several that had gotten stuck.

I had, of course, used the same method that I had shown Ron earlier. I frowned when I thought about how the others had received my trick. It was obvious that Hermione didn't like the method. She probably viewed it as some form of cheating. Some Witches and Wizards just couldn't comprehend the fact that you'd be able to do stuff like that.

Of course as dad had realized, on pure blood Witches or Wizards could do it, even then it was iffy. Dad had realized a long time ago that for some Witches and Wizards, using a wand was merely a conduit. It amplifies what Dad calls a Witch or Wizards 'natural power'.

The natural power is there, but they couldn't use it without a wand. The only difference between that and a normal Witch or Wizard is that they could use their imagination to power their spells.

Dad called these special Witches and Wizards Magus, Magi when referring to more than one. He was careful not to talk to much about his findings, especially since it was the Purebloods that had this power. If people like the Malfoys found out about it…

There were of course, limitations to what one could do. A Magi had was dad referred to as a 'well of power'. This well could be drawn on and the power used until the well ran dry, but usually when the well ran dry that meant that you were dead.

That's how my grandfather died. He had been helping my dad find out the correlation between magic and brain size, and didn't notice how much magic he was using. Dad had been devastated when grandfather died, but had recognized the importance of what had happened.

The interesting thing about the study of the correlation between magic in brain size was that there actually was a correlation between the two. Dad had been comparing house elves to humans during his research and found that even though house elves could do wandless magic, they couldn't do much besides use it for daily chores because their brains weren't as advanced as humans. However, human brains were so advanced that a completely stopped them from even comprehending the thought of someone doing wandless magic.

Dad had a theory that if one trained themselves, they would be able to do wandless magic. He theorized that Magi where already one step ahead of the general population. Now if anyone else had thought of this they would probably view themselves and the other Magi as being far more superior to normal Witches and Wizards. That's why dad worked so hard on making sure that Pureblood families such as the Malfoy's did not find out about it. If they did they would most certainly abuse the power.

I was so deep in thought that I barely noticed that the whole Slytherin table had gone silent when I sat down for lunch.

"Hey Knight." One boy said. He looked to be about a year older than me. "Is it true that you're a descendant of Slytherin?"

"Why do you care?" I asked.

The boy sneered. "Me and a couple friends placed a bet on whether or not you are."

"A bet?" I asked.

"Yeah." The boy said. "You know Evans? It seemed like he wants to protect your virtue." He snickered as well as the rest of the table.

Evans…? No… He couldn't mean Alex could he? I turned to look at the Gryffindor table and didn't find him sitting there. Come to think about it, I didn't notice Ron, Hermione or Harry either.

"So is it true?" The boy prompted. "Are you a descendant of Slytherin?"

"I don't even know why you bothered placing a stupid bet on it Flint." Malfoy said speaking up.

"You know why I did?" Flint asked. "Because it reward is the best if it turns out she's lying."

"So what?" Malfoy said. "The Slytherins get to do whatever we want and Evans won't report us. We manage to get away with a ton of stuff without anyone noticing us. Besides, the risk is too great. If she's telling truth then we lose our best chaser."

"You make it sound like you think that she might be telling the truth." Flint said with a sneer.

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't be so hasty going into things." Malfoy retorted.

I frowned in confusion and poked at my lunch. What the heck? First I find out that Alex placed a bet on me with some asshole from Slytherin, on whether or not I was a descendant. Really! Next I find out what the terms are, he could get into a lot of trouble if Flint somehow managed to win, which he wouldn't, but sown thing told me that he'd do anything to get Alex to lose. And then I find myself being defended by Malfoy!? This was too much. It was my first day and I was already deeper than I liked to be.

"Where you going Knight?" Flint asked as I stood up from my seat.

"Doesn't concern you." I snapped. I walked out of dining hall intent of finding Alex and give him a piece of my mind.

Hearing arguing coming from an abandoned classroom, I peeked my head into it to find Alex, Ron, Hermione and Harry there. They were arguing about… Me?"

"That was a very stupid thing for you to do, Alex." Hermione said. "Staking your title as a Perfect on a girl that you barely even know!?"

"Emma's really nice!" Alex said. "I don't have to know her that long to know that. It's not like she's a spy for You-Know-Who or anything."

"And how do you know that?" Hermione snapped. "If you remember, both Professor Quirrell and Professor Moody where working for him! And they seemed nice!"

"And if you remember," Harry said. "It really was Barty Crouch Jr. that was posing as Moody!"

"Besides!" Ron said. "If Emma is telling girth then Flint has to resign as chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team!"

"That's all that you guys care about!" Hermione yelled. "Quidditch this, Quidditch that! You have no concern about anything else!"

"Of course we do!" Ron yelled back.

"Well if you did then you wouldn't have staked Alex being a Perfect against a stupid position a Quidditch team!" Hermione huffed. "I'm leaving."

I quickly hid in the shadows as Hermione stormed out of the room.

"Hey! Wait Hermione!" Ron said hurrying after her.

"I suggest that you find Emma and tell her everything before she hears it from someone like Malfoy." I heard Harry say.

To late. Already did. I thought.

"Yeah." I heard Alex say. "I probably should."

"Well, see you in our next class." Harry said leaving the room. He passed by me and I slipped into the empty classroom without him noticing.

I saw Alex sitting in a desk in the corner with his head in his hands. He looked up when he saw me.

"Oh hey Emma." He said. "I just wanted to tell you that-"

"That you placed a bet on me with Flint?" I interrupted him.

Alex winced. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah I did. You're not mad at me, are you?"

I walked over of him and then slugged him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" He yelled. He rubbed his shoulder. "What was that for?"

"That was for you placing a bet on me." I said.

"I suppose I deserved it then." Alex said.

"Maybe." I said with a slight smile.

"You're not mad at me?" Alex asked.

"Not really." I said with a shrug. "But to make it clear, don't do anything like that again. It was a mistake that I even said anything about who my ancestors were."

"I see." Alex said. "I'm sorry that I did that then."

"It's ok." I said patting his arm.

"So are you really descended from Slytherin?" Alex asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "On my mom's side."

"That's pretty cool." Alex said. "Well if you really are a descendant then we should go and tell Flint. Get this over and done with."

"With what evidence?" I asked.

"Huh?" Alex said.

"Flint's not going to believe either of us unless we have proof." I said. "He'll just think that we're trying to get out of it."

"That's true." Alex said with a nod. "Perhaps we could put together a family tree?"

"That'd be a good idea." I said. "When do you want to start working on it?"

"What about after dinner?" Alex suggested.

"Excellent idea." I said. "We should probably get back now though. I think lunch is almost over."

"Lead the way." Alex said motioning me towards the door.

Exiting the room I once again wondered what I had gotten myself into and how I was going to get out of it.