~~Lizzy's PoV~~

"See me after class, Miss. Evans," Father sneered. "And you as well, Mr. Malfoy."

I knew we shouldn't have been chatting through out class, but I couldn't help it; talking with Draco was more fun than paying attention. Plus, I'd already made most of the potions before when I was able to get Father to teach me when I was bored. The rest of class was spent in silence until Draco and I found ourselves to be the only students left in the room.

"Why can't the two of you pay attention?"

"I'm sorry, Father. I just get so bored when we do potions I've already made. You know that," I apologized.

"What am I going to do with you, Elizabeth? And you, Mr. Malfoy, have you made these potions as well?"

"No, sir. Lizzy helps me with my homework every night because I'm terrible at potions."

"Perhaps you would do better if you were to pay attention."

"Sorry, sir."

"Lizzy, I will start assigning you different potions so that you do not get bored," Father intoned. "If the two of you continue to not pay attention, I will have no choice except to give you detention. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Father," I replied at the same time that Draco said, "Yes, sir."

"Now go. I know this is a free period for you both."

Draco and I didn't need to be told twice. We were out of Father's classroom before you could say Quiddich.

"What did you mean about having done the potions?" Draco asked me when we were far enough away from Father's classroom.

"Oh, nothing. I've just been living with the potions professor my whole life, and might have asked him to teach me some of the potions."

"I should have known," Draco shook his head. "You're such a nerd."

I blushed, "Well, Father did say my mother was known for being a nerd too, so I guess it just runs in the family."

Draco laughed, and we continued outside. We walked over to a large Oak tree. Carved into the trunk was a heart with the inscription, "SS+LE". On the other side of the tree was a similar carving except it said, "JP+LE".

"The LE must be Lilly Evans," I said. "Both Father and Professor Dumbledore have mentioned her."

Draco nodded, "Then who are the other two, and why is LE on there twice?"

"I don't know, Draco. SS might be Father, Severus Snape."

"Hm. I wonder," Draco seemed lost in thought. "Wait over here a minute."

"All right, Draco."

Draco disappeared to the side of the tree that had what I assumed to be Father's initials. He was gone for a minute, then led me back to the castle not letting me see whatever he did.

"What did you do over there?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, Lizzy," he smiled, then called. "Crabb, Goyle, get over here."

"Why do you hang out with those two?"

"Their fathers asked me to make sure they don't make the wrong friends. We have to stick with Purebloods, keep the blood lines clean."

"Oh, I see. What about Father? He's a half-blood."

"Father told me that Professor Snape was accepted by He Who Must Not Be Named, so he's not to be questioned."

"Father, a Death Eater? Yeah, right. He's just a simple potions professor. Your father's wrong."

"You'd be amazed as to who were followers of the Dark Lord, Lizzy. If he were still around, I'd be one of 'em. Well, when I'm a bit older, though."

"Well, he's not, so we don't need to worry about that. Potter prevented his existance from continuing."

Draco nodded as Crabb and Goyle came over to us, "Crabb, Goyle, you know Elizabeth Evans, right?"

"Yeah," Goyle replied stupidly.

"Well, she's one of us, so follow anything she says like you do with whatever I tell you, understand?"

"Yes," they both replied at the same time.

"Good, now, let's get to lunch."

The four of us went to lunch. As we sat eating, I thought over everything Draco had said today, along with what I had learned about myself weeks ago. I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"I'll catch up with you later, Draco," I told him as we left the Great Hall.

"All right, Lizzy, but don't forget, we have Transfigurations with the Gryffindors," Draco spat the word Gryffindors.

I wandered through the crowd of students attempting to find Harry Potter. I figured if he was my brother, I might as well try to make friends, even if I can't tell him who I am. It wasn't overly difficult to find him seeing as he was with that red head Weasley, but when I rushed over to say hi, I got quite the response.

"Hey, Harry, Ron," I greeted them.

"What do you want, Evans?" Harry asked rather rude.

"Hey, I only want to be friends. Why did you have to be so rude?"

"Slytherins are no good," Ron stated. "They will always stab you in the back."

"I'm not that kind of person," I pleaded.

"Let's go, Harry. We don't want to be found associating with Slytherins," Ron stated and started walking away.

Harry looked at me helplessly then followed his friend. I then rushed off to Transfigurations wondering why they wouldn't be friends.