authors Note: Its Tuesday in my country and chapter 10 is done! so without further ado let the fun begin!

Authors note #2: Its is not in fact Tuesday it is 01:32 and its Monday. I am so sorry it is late and I am tired and wanted to update. anyways, not on time it early so SUPRISE!

Once the three Slytherin first years reached the potions classroom they were told to enter and find a partner. Allen and Matt partnered up immediately leaving Jeanne to fend for herself. She glanced around and tried to find people who were on their own as well but everyone else had people they knew or had made friends with the night before. At first, she had looked to the Ravenclaw students but they were all paired up with other Claws, then she looked around to try and find a partner from her own house but they had all paired up with others and it didn't look like anyone else was left. She was right. There was no one without a partner except her.

"What are you doing miss Williams?" Professor Snape sneered as he towered over the small Slytherin girl. Jeanne had never met anyone like Snape before and it unnerved her. She had met many people. But none like him. The night before he had been aloof but still emanated a caring father like aura, but now he oozed contempt and resentment.

"There isn't anyone left to partner up with, sir," she mumbled as she looked anywhere but at the adult in front of her. The sneering professor looked around and came to the conclusion that she was telling the truth. He couldn't have her work alone and three people would be too much. It was quite the conundrum. He knew nothing of the girl either, she wasn't what he usually saw in his house. She was confident and then she was shy and quiet, she was more self-aware than any first year he knew and it wasn't the self-awareness one saw in children from abusive backgrounds it was the self-aware that was seen in magical beings of pride and age-old-knowledge. He had asked Dumbledore about her, but the old headmaster would not tell him who or what she was and it irked him.

"Look at me when you speak miss Williams," Snape snapped sourly. Jeanne flinched before drawing her gaze to meet the man's, but it wasn't what he expected. Her eyes were an undefinable blue; not quite sapphire but now a clear sky either. There was a quiet fire in her eyes that craved knowledge and oozed understanding and they were so much like Lily Evens, it couldn't be though. Lily and the Potter had only had one son who was in his second year. She couldn't be Lily's. She couldn't be a…a…

"Potter," He choked out quietly as he took a step back as it sank in. the whole class was silent when the word unheard word was spoken by the professor and shocked him into momentary retreat. The other Slytherin's were shocked and the Ravenclaw's were aghast. Jeanne's innocent stare morphed into harsh sneer as soon as the word left the professors lips. The head or Slytherin house was even more shocked and took another step backwards as the girl's eyes shifted from a bright blue to a storming rage of greyish-silver. All evidence of the sweet girl that had stood in front of him seconds before was gone and in her place stood a fierce leader who would yield to no one.

"Get out of my class," The teacher demanded before retreating to the front of the room to start his class. No one expected the small Blonde first-year to talk back to the fierce bat of the dungeons.

"Gladly Professor, perhaps I will find a competent teacher elsewhere." and with that she was gone. No one had anticipated the girls sass.

Allen and Matt had definitely not expected such sass from the quiet little friend. She was the quiet, sweet and shy one of the group not the sarcastic bitch. That was Allen's job. Matt was just the detached one of the group who gave no fucks about anything.

The rest of the class were shocked and a new rumour reared its ugly head. Jeanne had never actually meant to be rude to her Professor but the more she heard the name Potter the more she started to hate it. She had gone straight to the Headmaster about the incident as it was uncalled for and wrote her uncle Allister just has he had said to do if she needed him.

She had seen the look in Snape's eyes when she looked at him. He knew something that she didn't and because of that he had made her leave one of the subjects that she had been so excited about. Her Papa was amazing at Potions and her Uncle Francis was a potions master. She wanted to be great like them. To make them proud. She would be damned if Professor Snape stood in her way.

After her talk with Dumbledore she made her way back to the potions classroom and entered, smiling sweetly at professor Snape as she handed him a note signed by headmaster Dumbledore himself. The potions master was not happy at all but he could do nothing. She walked over and looked at the potion the Allen and Matt were making but she could tell that it was the wrong colour. France had taught her how to fix simple potions so she did just that. She fixed it and then sat down as Matt and Allen could only watch in disbelief as she did so. She had made it look easy, like she had done it before. And Snape noticed.

When the class ended, the Trio left before their head of house could say a word and they were off to their next class which was transfiguration with the Gryffindor's. The other Slytherin's avoided the Gryffindor's but Jeanne was happy to work near and with them. After all she had some Gryffindor's in her family. They went over the basics in the class like rules, what transfiguration was and what was to be expected of them. It wasn't what Jeanne expected. Her Family could turn into animals of all kinds and even make a dragon turn into a hello kitty plush. What kind of transfiguration was turning a match into a needle? It was pointless. If anything, a match was the more useful of the two objects, it made fire to keep you warm or light your way, a needle fixed fabric together. It was obvious with was more useful

She decided that she would just find some books in the library and ask around to find something better.

As the day drew on Jeanne decided that she disliked all her classes. Potions, Transfiguration, herbology and History of Magic. They were boring and she had covered all of it in prep school years before. Greenhouse etiquette, goblin wars and British tom-foolery, classroom safety. It was all old news to her. She only had one class left to try that day. Charms with Hufflepuff's.

The boys had enjoyed Herbology when I came to the dangerous plants and found it hilarious when they turned a Gryffindor girl's hair into needles instead of the match stick in transfiguration. Charms class did peak their attention though. It was interesting. Jeanne agreed.

Charms was her older brother Quinn's speciality and his party trick, so it was interesting to be learning about something her older brother knew. They were learning about the basics but it was something new. Charms was never something that was talked about in Prep school. There was basics but no one ever asked any extensive questions about it

Matt and Allen didn't about Charms but Matt was rather good at it so he would tolerate it. By the time dinner rolled around most of the Slytherin first years had found their own little groups. The three foreigners had stuck to each other all day and had decided to give their group a name. They were basically friends so it was only made sense that they acknowledge it. They had their own group name as well. The North American Trio. Allen suggested to use initials but that would have been J.A.M and that wasn't very cool at all. The only problems any of them had encountered were Snape and Malfoy. Everything else was going brilliantly. Until the Weasley twins came around to introduce themselves to 'the honorary Gryffindor' of Slytherin. Or better put, Harry Potters little sister.

"Well Fred this seems like an odd group," one of the twins, presumably George, stated as they both looked over the three foreign students with interest. Jeanne had heard bits here and there about the ginger Gryffindor twins but she didn't think she would meet them again so soon. What they said though wasn't what she expected.

"So, word in the halls is that you're pretty brave," The twin on the left stated nonchalantly as he leaned forward slightly so that he was putting some weight on the table. Jeanne blinked before looking to either side of her, seeing that Matt and Allen were looking at her, before slowly raising a finger to point to herself in confusion. Why were people calling her brave? It was the first day and she had barely done anything productive, except fixing one potion for her friends and casting one or two successful spells. Hardly enough to be call smart never-mind brave.

Both twins grinned at the younger Slytherin's innocent expression, and nodded their heads. Jeanne sighed and fished a small pastry from her pocket and started to nibble on it. Before addressing the twins like she addressed everyone new she met. With polite disinterest.

"You know you really shouldn't believe what you hear in the halls. You never know what idiots are there. You wouldn't believe how many Hoser's attend school here," She mumbled before going back to munching on her pastry that was, with no doubt, from her older brother Quinn. The twins had no clue what a 'Hoser' was but Matt knew. He tried to hold back his smirk but he couldn't help it. Then Ron and Harry joined their conversation. They invited Jeanne to sit with them at the Gryffindor table. She would have rejected their offer but Allen thought it was a wonderful idea and so after some protest and a bit of persuasion the three North Americans were sat at the Gryffindor table answering questions here and there and eating their food.

They didn't speak much but they were introduced to some of the others in Gryffindor, such as Neville Longbottom, all the Weasley's and the Gryffindor quidditch team. At the mention of Quidditch Jeanne brightened up and got into a large debate with Ron and Seamus Flannigan about who the best team was and who, out of the three of them would make the best seeker, it was really between Seamus and Jeanne, and so to decide who it was they were going to have a contest. Tomorrow they would meet at the quidditch field before school and they would see who the best seeker was.

"Blimmy Harry she's a right British girl. Are you sure she's American?" Ron asked randomly out of no-where. It did not sit well with Jeanne after being called 'American'.

"I'm Canadian not American you damn hoser!" she yelled before running off to the Slytherin common room before any of the Gryffindor's could react. Allen burst into suffocating laughter, whilst Matt glared at the red head with a fierce intensity.

Meanwhile Ron had no idea what he had done wrong. It was then that they noticed the hall fall silent and the owl headed for the staff table. Its package was a single scarlet letter clutched in its bill. The whole hall watched as the owl dropped the howler right in front of their potions professor. The dungeon bat was not pleased. The howler exploded to life and a roar of angry Gaelic erupted from the letter before some French was said and the Gaelic became English.

"Severus Tobias Snape. How dare you remove my Niece from yur class jus' cause 'f who her mam and da were! If a hear of anythin' else like tha' from ma wee lassie again then you bett'r watch yer back boy." And with that the howler was gone and the entire room was silent. No one had ever sent a howler to professor Snape before. Matt and Allen grinned because they knew that Jeanne must have sent a letter to Scotland because of what happened that morning. The potions professor stood from his place and looked around the room before leaving to find the person responsible for his public humiliation.

The next day the first years noticed a difference large in the way Snape moved around the North American trio. The three could commit murder right in front of him and he would probably praise them for their own skills.

The other teachers were not so fond of the three and McGonagall had, on several occasions attempted to give them detention, but Snape and Flit wick, who had taken a shine to Jeanne and matt - and by extension Allen - always found them an out.

One teacher, in particular who couldn't stand the three first-years was Professor Lockhart. He had tried everything short of using a love potion to gain Jeanne's favour but it didn't work. She and her two terrible guard dogs had even had the audacity to accuse him of fraud in his very own class room. The three had then walked out of his class and pointedly refused to go back whenever he brought it up to them. And their house head wasn't doing anything about it. He didn't know how Flitwick could stand to sing praises to the three Slytherin menaces. They were rude, didn't pay attention and sassed back. But he couldn't deny that they were skilful with a wand.

The school year started smoothly for most subjects, although every Slytherin agreed that Lockhart's was a no-good scammer who didn't have the skill to do what he said he did in his books.

Thanks to Jeanne's easy going ways she had made peace with the two girls in her dorm room. Astoria Greengrass was the pureblood scion of her family, her older sister was Daphne, a third year, was the Heir. Lily Moon was the last person in their dorm and was a quiet silver-blonde haired girl who kept to herself for the most part.

Within the first week of the term Jeanne had quickly become Severus Snape's Golden girl. When he was trying to make an example of incompetent students, he would refer to the small blond Slytherin who put his OWL class to shame most days.

By the end of September many of the fourth and fifth year Gryffindor's were tired of hearing about the small Slytherin, but no one said anything to the professor or the girl. The Hufflepuff's found the daily updates in potions to be entertaining. There was always three different people in tales that Snape and Flitwick told daily. Allen, Matt and Jeanne. Allen was very much the Hufflepuff of the Slytherin trio, Matt was the Gryffindor who stood up against anyone who messed with the other two, and finally there was Jeanne. She was the brains of the operation. The three had even pranked some of the more uptight students during the two months they had been there. The Ravenclaw's had learned very quickly not to leave their books laying around after several had been returned hexed or cursed to sing their content and if they were silenced they would turn the recipient's hair a ghastly shade of puce. Initially the Weasley twins were given credit for the pranks, until they forgot their arithmancy text book in the astronomy tower. The book was returned with a singing hex that lasted for almost a week. Flitwick had been impressed and awarded 30 points to Slytherin for that specific piece of magic. It was then that the school realised who the culprits really were. But no one could prove it. After all they were only first years and shouldn't be capable for such magic feats at their age.

McGonagall had tried to pin them for the attacks but the other professors had brushed her off. Most claimed that, while the three were indeed talented for their age the feet of magic that they were being blamed for was fourth year level magic at least. Lockhart had tried to back her up by saying that they could have had other Slytheirns hex the books for them, but Severus had accused the man of discriminating against them because they were Slytherins, he wouldn't be saying such a thing if they had been Ravenclaw students. Gilderoy Lockhart sneered and accused the man of favouritism.

"They have refused to attend my class for over a month and you have done nothing to make them return! If it had been any other house they would be back in their seats and have detention for the rest of the school year!"

Severus had simply hexed the man and told him that he would not force children to attend a class filled with fiction and lies, and then left to speak with his house for his weekly updates. After all the quidditch try outs were in two days-time and he had to speak with his first years about their classes.

He had spoken with Flint and congratulated Draco before he pulled the three foreigners to his office for talk on attending all classes. He had asked why they had left and Matt had told him that they were brought up to believe that they should never bow to someone who didn't deserve the time of day, never mind their precious time.

"Who taught you that?" Snape had asked them.

"The teacher at the Magic-Prep school my friends and I attended since we were six," Jeanne had told the hook-noised man with an innocent smile. Severus paused and watched Matt and Alex share a look of amusement before informing the professor that they were taught by their fathers and not any school system.

"I ask that you return to his class, but I will not force you if what you say is true and you do have previous magical education. This conversation remains in this room, you tell no one else about your previous education. It may have devastating backlash if anyone finds out." And with he dismissed the three and left them to their own devices.

"Are you going back?" Allen asked as they made their way back to their common-room. Matt snorted at the suggestion.

"Hell no." and with that the conversation was finished and they returned to their own relaxing activities. Matt and Allen set up a game of ordinary chess and Jeanne sat by the fire place in the centre of the room in the large comfy armchair that could fit both her and Harry in it and still have room. She had been reading Hogwarts, a history. She had wanted to learn about the founders of her school and the ancestor of Isolt. She wanted to tell James and Jake of the man who Isolt's original wand belonged to before it was silenced by her horrid inbred pure-blood aunt, until the heir of Salazar Slytherin would one day awaken the wand and wield its power once more.

It was during the Halloween feast that something presented itself to the trio that struck them as odd. Allen heard a voice. It wasn't the ghosts, they were at Sir Nicholas's death day party. They had gone to investigate but when they got there they found Harry, Ron and Hermione looking at a petrified cat. The six were confused until the care taker, Mr Filch found them and threatened to have them all expelled.

On the wall by cat's body there was a message written in red and smeared across the wall.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAD BEEN OPENED

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE

"But we didn't do anything!" Allen had yelled. If he was expelled Oliver would never let him live it down. Jeanne was horrified at the prospect of being expelled, but as she looked at the message on the wall she was in awe. Slytherins heir was at Hogwarts. Isolts descendent was here, in the same school as her. She could tell them of the wand if she needed to. Surly that is what Isolt would have wanted. As she was lost in her own thought other students started to appear and Malfoy said something about mud bloods. Whatever those where.

Everyone was forced to return to their common rooms after that, with people speculating who the heir of Slytherin was. Jeanne didn't comment and just sat in the arm chair closest to the fire and pulled out her book on Italian charms. She was quickly running out of books to read and would eventually have visit the school's library. She listened to their theories but it soon became obvious that guessing would do anyone any good, so the subject was dropped and people in the common room went about their own business. Jeanne had stopped listening when someone had suggested that the Chang family.

Malfoy had attempted to kick Jeanne out of 'his' armchair but she simply smiled and told him politely that he would have to find a new arm chair, that one was hers now, and it was going to stay that way. If he wanted it back he would have to fight her with it without his wand. The Malfoy had tried to argue with her that such a thing was barbaric but she just continued to smile and be polite, telling him that it was fairer since she was just a foreign first year girl. Eventually he gave up entirely and left her alone. He wasn't going to hit a girl over an armchair like a common muggle.

The day after Jeanne had approached the Weasley twins and their friend who had the tarantula.

"Fred what does mud-blood mean? Draco said it yesterday and I've never heard that word before. If it another one of your stupidly offensive British words?" She had asked innocently. One of the twins was shocked into silence and the other was howling with laughter with his black friend. The shocked twin, Fred, tried to find his voice but he couldn't. Soon he had joined the others in their laughter as a tall Hufflepuff boy walked passed and stopped.

"What's going on here?" he asked. His voice was a sweet baritone and it left a fuzzy feeling in Jeanne's stomach when she heard it. Jeanne watched as the three Gryffindor's continued to laugh and lean against each other for support, leaving Jeanne to explain.

"Um…I was asking if they knew what…well I was raised over sea's and British wizards have a lot of weird words and Fred and George explained some to me on the train and I heard a new one and I didn't know what it meant but it sounded offensive and I didn't want to ask a teacher so I asked Fred but then George and his friend started laughing and then Fred laughed too and I still don't know what it means…" she didn't want to say the word to the boy in case he got really offended and hated her for it. Something told her that the answer to his question needed a long winding explanation. Fred and George had finally calmed down by the end of it to finally tell her what the word meant.

"it's a mean term for Muggle-born people," George had huffed out as he caught his breath. Jeanne scrunched up her noise at the explanation.

"I would say that Muggle-born is just as offensive. I thought a Mug was a stupid person. That's cruel. Born from Idiots. How pretentious can you Brits be? Muggle-born, there is a reason why we call them Frist-gens!" she ranted with her hands placed firmly on her hips. Fred and George grinned at the girl's passion for muggle-born quality.

"Jesus Georgie where did you find this little Gem? She is adorable. My names Lee, little lady, Lee Jordan." The black boy smiled. Jeanne smiled at the taller boy and held out her hand for him to shake.

"My names Jeanne Williams, it's nice to meet you too Lee," she said with a smiled. All four fourth years awed as they looked down at the sweet little first-year in front of them. Lee shook her hand and she smiled brightly before she waved at them and ran off to find her friends. The fourth years watched her go before turning to look at each other.

"Why can't British girls be that sweet?" Lee whined before they headed to the great hall for lunch.

The day's past and soon Jeanne was final forced back Defence by professor McGonagall after her Lions tried to follow her example, but she didn't put up with any of Lockhart's rubbish and made sure he taught them the proper course. When he would go to read from his book Jeanne would remind him of what the proper course content for first years is by using an old course charter that she had asked one of the seventh years in her house for. It was originally just been their notes she asked for but she had managed to put them in order according to the messiness of their hand writing, from their she had made a list of the topics and put it together into a proper charter of topics and their order.

It was during one of these lessons that the blond crook had had enough of the Canadian girl's interference and he snapped.

"THAT IS IT!" he yelled in the middle of his first-year Slytherin-Gryffindor class. "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, YOU LITTLE MENICE. GET OUT OF MY CLASS. GET OUT AND DON'T COME BACK!" he had yelled at her, and she happily obliged. Instead of heading to the library to study she went to the dungeons and knocked on the door of the potions class room and waited. When Professor Snape told her to come in he looked annoyed to see her.

"Miss Williams, why are you not in class?" he asked her. He had heard that McGonagall had forced her back to the class on threat of suspension. Jeanne only smiled and told him exactly what Lockhart had told her, word for word. In the end, Snape told her to sit in the back of his class and work on her potions essay.

"I already finished it, sir," she told him as she sat her bag on an empty desk. Snape was shocked. In the time, it took him to think of anything for her to do she had looked up at the instructions on the bored. "That's a blood replenishing potion, isn't it, sir?" she asked out of curiosity. Half of the class spun to look at the small blond. She looked happy as ever, even for someone who just got kicked out of a class almost indefinitely for the year. Severus sighed before an idea struck him. He had his fourth years for a double, she was supposed to have Defence for the double. He nodded to himself and told Jeanne to move her things and sit by a Hufflepuff boy named Diggory. After she had settled into her new seat he instructed his students to get their ingredients and start working. Cedric, the Hufflepuff boy, opted for retrieving the ingredients whilst Jeanne set up the area.

Throughout the lesson, Cedric was thankful for young Slytherin's presence. She was as good at potions as Snape had claimed and picked up on what they were doing quickly, and even prevented him from melting his cauldron when he tried to add lavender whilst it was still on full heat. By the end of the lesson Snape had made his decision. He would let Jeanne attend the fourth-year potions classes which co-in-sided with her defence lessons. Jeanne and Cedric readily agree and headed to Lunch together with the Weasley twins who had slunk over at the end of the lesson to see how Cedric and Jeanne had done.

They had all sat with the Hufflepuff house that day before Jeanne left for Herbology, where she met up with Matt and Allen once again.

They had laughed at Lockhart's outburst which was spreading around the first-years like wild fire.

By dinner all of Slytherin and Hufflepuff house knew about it and Lockhart and lost some of his devotee fans. As it turned out Hufflepuff's didn't like it when a sweet little first-year was verbally assaulted by a teacher.