Summary: Everybody lies. It's the only truth sometimes. Doesn't matter if it's out there somewhere waiting for the world to find. Or buried deep inside. Everybody lies. - Jason Walker/ Harry Potter has a twin sister cliché. Not a twin bashing story.

A/N: All outfits are on my profile. A picture of Harry and Val are on a polyvore account, but there will be a link on my profile under Everybody Lies.

A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world. All rights go to J. and Warner Bros. I only own Valyn Adar Donelle Potter. (Pronounced: Val-YIN A-dar Don-el (like belle, the 'e' is silent) Potter.)

A/N: Italics is Valyn using her eyes and body language to convey her message to her twin, and Italics with underline is Harry responding. The twins cannot read each others minds, they are just in tune with each other and knowing each others feelings helps them figure out what the other twin is trying to 'say.' I repeat, THEY CAN'T READ EACH OTHER'S MINDS!

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The welcome speech in my story is not mine. I got it from Pottermore because I was also Sorted into this house. That is part of the reason Valyn will be Sorted into this house. Also, the other girl names that may seem unfamiliar, I would like to assure you that they do exist in canon!HP so no bashing about OC's.

I HAVE CHANGED A FEW THINGS!

Now that I have your attention. I have Quirrel back because I have a good idea for him in their second year. Not much has changed, I have just cut him out of the story for now.

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Chapter 10:

September 27th - 1991 (Hogwarts Infirmary)

"Ready to go?" I take a deep breath and turn around and face Remus. I am in my plain Hogwarts robes. I leave my hat off. I don't need it. Remus steps forward, a kind look on his face. "No matter what house you go into, you will always be my cub. I will always stand by you." I lower my head.

"Even if I am a Slytherin?" He smiles and gets down on one knee.

"Even then. But you must remember, you won't know for sure-" I silently hand him the paper. His eyes widen and he chuckles. "Your mother always makes lists when she is nervous too." He reads the paper. "You could get into Ravenclaw." I shake my head. "Why not?" I take a deep breath and explain.

"Even if the Hat wants to sort me into Ravenclaw, I will argue for Slytherin." He waits patiently for me to explain. "Ravenclaw sounds like it is all book lovers. All people that study, study, study. I don't want to go into a house where I can fall into a rhythm. I want to be challenged. My whole life it has been the same thing day after day. I don't care if the Slytherins hate me. I can change their mind. I want to go to a place where I have to work to belong but once I belong, I am forever in the group. I don't want people to be my friends just because my brother is the Boy-Who-Lived and they want to be his friend. I want to make friendships that I have to work for. I don't-all my life I have seen Dudley get things handed to him without him having to work for them. I guess what I want is to be different from people like Dudley. I don't want things handed to me on a silver platter. I want to work for what I get. That is the only way I will be able to appreciate what I have."

"You really are a smart and wise girl." He pulls me into a hug. "Even if you go into Slytherin, I will still love you. I promise. And Severus will be ecstatic! His goddaughter in Slytherin! You will have both of us, and I have no doubt that Harry will stand by you no matter what as well." I grin.

"You think so?" He shakes his head.

"I don't think so, I know so." I grin and hug him.

"Okay, I am ready." He stands up and we go into the hallway. As we are walking, he points out things for me to notice.

"And that was where James hexed a Ravenclaw that insulted your mother. She got so mad at him though. She insisted she didn't want him fighting her battles for him." I grin.

"That sounds like me." He runs a hand through my hair.

"I don't doubt it." I smile as we reach the doors to the entrance of the Dining Hall. My smile fades as I look at the intimidating double doors. Remus turns me to look at him.

"Remember, you will always have Severus, your twin and I by your side. Always." I nod and straighten my shoulders. I hold my head high and pull up my neutral expression. I look at Remus.

"Ready." I drawl smoothly. Remus surveys me before he nods and opens the doors. As the doors swing open, all of the noise in the great hall fades. All eyes are on us. Startled gasps sweep through the hall and I have to work hard to make sure I don't show my anxiety. I shove my fear down as Twin sends me encouragement. I walk forward and Remus follows. My walk is smooth and unconcerned. I make sure to project a confident, if removed image.

I notice the Hufflepuff table is on the far left of the great hall, then it is the Gryffindor table, the Ravenclaw table and then the Slytherin table on the far right. I walk in between the Gryffindor table and the Ravenclaw table all the way to the Head table. I keep my eyes straight ahead until I reach Twin. When I reach him, he holds out a hand and I briefly press my palm to his. That encourages a whole new wave of whispering and people craning to look at Twin and I. Twin sends cheer and I smirk.

I won't have to worry about him. He knows me. I know me. There is no doubt we will stick by each other. I walk up the steps that lead to the head table and nod respectfully at Professor McGonagall. She gives me a small smile, a fond look in her eyes. I look up at the Head table. Dumbledore is up their in ghastly yellow robes that make me want to rip my eyes out. I roll my eyes and move on. I don't bother to look at the left side of the Head table. The only side of the table I care about is the right side.

The spot directly to the right of Dumbledore is empty, that is Professor McGonagall's seat. I move my eyes to the next spot. Severus sits there. He nods at me and I tilt my chin proudly. Remus sits next to him, then Harry's godfather Sirius, then my...father, then my mother. I feel confused as I notice she has three kids around her. The oldest look like they are around 7 and they look like they are twins. The other little girl looks like she is around 2. It clicks in my mind. She had more kids. I feel a flash of anger and I turn to Professor McGonagall before I do something hasty. She nods to me and raises the scroll to read my name off of it.

"Potter, Valyn." A whole knew wave of whispering erupts from the four Houses. I feel a flash of confusion from Harry before I shut him out. I tense when the Hat drops on my head.

"Hello, Valyn. What a difference your mind is from your brother. Your dark to his light. You truly are the twins that will raze this world to the ground and rise it anew better than it ever has been before." I smirk and cross one leg over the other.

"I hate to break it to you Hat, but world domination is a bit of a cliche and I don't do cliches. I leave that to the losers that are too stupid and a tad too obvious in their efforts to 'take over' the world." I hear a ghostly chuckle from the hat.

"My, my! The wit and sarcasm of a Slythinclaw!" I frown.

"If you put me into two different Houses, there will be retribution." The hat snickers.

"And what sort of retribution could you come up with- oh." I smirk.

"Yes, I didn't think you would want to be used in the Weasley's pranks or the Marauders pranks or dipped in oil, set on fire and used to set fire to the Headmasters office."

"I don't think anyone would want that." I grin.

"True." I agree. "Now may we get on with the sorting?"

"Certainly. Now-" I cut him off.

"Before you Sort me. What is your name?"

"My name?" The Hat sounds surprised. "My name is Aster. Helga named me. Godric, Salazar, and Rowena were all too busy arguing over my name, so Helga stepped in and named me before any of them could protest." I grin.

"It is nice to meet you Aster."

"And I, you. Now, you have a bravery that would make Godric himself jealous, but you are correct, you aren't Gryffindor material. I do believe you would set the tower on fire before the week is over. You work hard and your loyalty to your brother is unlike anything I have ever seen before. That loyalty goes beyond all bonds. But...that loyalty is only extended to your twin. It has been tentatively been offered to your godfathers, but you are still holding out on them. Hufflepuff is out. Ravenclaw. You have a raven's wit, but the snake's cunning. You have the smarts of a raven as well as a snake. So here is the deciding question. Why do you value knowledge?" I open my mouth before closing it.

"This will remain confidential?"

"It will."

"I value knowledge because that is what will save us. Twin and I...we were clueless and that is what has always endangered our lives. I need this knowledge to keep him safe. I need this knowledge because it holds the power to make sure my other half is never torn away from me ever again. I need knowledge...because it is power and that is what will keep him alive."

"I see." The Hat's voice is soft. "Then there is only one place to put you. I wish you the best of luck, Valyn Potter. Let's make you a- SLYTHERIN!" I hop off the stool and remove the Hat from my head.

"Thank you, Aster." I whisper before handing him back to Professor McGonagall. I look up at the table. Remus beams at me, pride on his face. Severus has approval glinting in his eyes. He raises his goblet to me. I smile brightly at them before I turn to the Slytherin table. I compose myself. I don't need a mirror to know that my forest green and silver eyes are frosty, just daring someone to try something. I hold my head high, my magic tightly under leash and walk to the table. I don't let myself react when Draco, Theo and Blaize look at me with no recognition.

I just keep walking. I walk past the first years at the end of the table, past the second years and straight to the middle of the table. I sit down and ignore the incredulous glances everyone is sending me. After a moment of silence, Dumbledore stands up, a ridiculously bright grin on his face and holds his arms out as if he was hugging us all.

"Hello my students. As I was saying before our newest student got Sorted. This is Valyn Potter, the twin sister to Harry Potter. Due to unforeseen consequences, she was not given her Hogwarts letter. The matter was quickly rectified and she is now able to take her classes her at Hogwarts along with the rest of her year-mates. Please make her feel welcome. I am going to go over the rules as Valyn was not given the chance to hear them. The third floor corridor is off limits, do not go into the Forbidden Forest, and there is to be no magic in the halls. That said, As before, Professor Black will be co-teaching the DADA class with Professor Quirell. Professor Potter will be co-teaching with Professor McGonagall, Professor Evans will be co-teaching with Professor Flitwick and Professor Lupin will be co-teaching History with Professor Binns. That will be all, please, tuck in!" He holds his arms out and the food appears in the serving bowls on the tables. There is a smattering of applause and I roll my eyes. He didn't have anything to do with that. The house-elves did.

Regardless, that doesn't stop me from eating. I put some mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and steak on my plate with a small buttered roll. I eye the pumpkin juice and try a little of it. I wrinkle my nose when I taste it. Yuck. Way too sweet. Hmm. I narrow my eyes and tilt my head to the side. A smirk crosses my face before I clear it off and sit back.

"Hogwarts kitchen house-elf." I say loudly and clearly. I don't have to look to know the other Slytherin students are eyeing me. A second later a house elf pops up and bows.

"Yes miss?" I look at the house elf.

"What is your name?" The house elf looks faintly rattled but tells me its name. "Alright Mimsey. Might you make me a cup of fresh orange juice, lightly sweetened please." She bows and pops away. I casually eat my mash potatoes and have just moved on to my steak when Mimsey pops up again a pitcher and a glass of my orange juice.

"Here you go, Missus. May Mimsey get you anything else?" I shake my head and dab my lips clean.

"No, thank you Mimsey. That will be all." She bows and pops away. I raise my juice to my lips and hum as I swallow the perfectly made juice. I close my eyes and savor my first taste of orange juice. I smile and set my juice down before I continue eating. I am full by the time I finish my small plate and my one cup of juice. One of the so called perks of being starved all your life is you get full easily. I fold my napkin and set it down on my plate.

I pull my bag out of my pocket and press my thumb to the small key-plate. It re-sizes and I pull out my book by Ollivander. I pull out a blank journal, a quill, the ink pot that changes ink colors and re-shrink my bag before I put it back in my pocket. I open my Ollivander book. I turn to the page where I can read more about my new wands. First, I read on my Ebony and Cedar combination with the core of Basilisk Venom.

Ebony

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand's perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

I grin. Another perfect match to my personality. I pick up my quill and make a note the things that match my personality. Then I switch to reading about Cedar.

Cedar

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used to say, 'you will never fool the cedar carrier,' and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

I lower the book and stare sightless at the table. It is almost uncanny how much my wands suit me. I thought that I would only ever have one wand that would suit me perfectly but so far, the two wands that I have read up on are evenly match with me. I furrow my brow. I can't help but wonder if this has ever happened to anyone else. I write down my observations in my notebook and notice a third year trying to read what I am writing. I cast him a sly grin, suddenly thankful that I had them charmed so that only I can read them. I turn back to the book. Now for my Acacia and Ash combination with the core of the heart-string of a Horntail dragon.

Acacia

A very unusual wand wood, which I have found creates tricky wands that often refuse to produce magic for any but their owner, and also withhold their best effects from all but those most gifted. This sensitivity renders them difficult to place, and I keep only a small stock for those witches or wizards of sufficient subtlety, for acacia is not suited to what is commonly know as 'bangs-and-smells' magic. When well-matched, an acacia wand matches any for power, though it is often underrated due to the peculiarity of its temperament.

I nod thoughtfully. That sounds about right. I make my notes and flip to the page that tells me about Ash wands.

Ash

The ash wand cleaves to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is extreme if the core is of unicorn.

I put the book down. Ronald's wand never worked for him and the core was made of unicorn hair. It is likely the wood for the other wand he was using was ash. I note that in my book and keep reading.

Old superstitions regarding wands rarely bear close examination, but I find that old rhyme regarding rowan, chestnut, ash and hazel wands (rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans) contains a small nugget of truth. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not, in my experience, lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. However, the brash or over-confident with or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.

I write my notes in my book. I notice everyone is almost finished with dessert and Dumbledore is standing up again. I sigh and glance longingly at my book but put everything away. I roll my eyes when he wants me to sing that stupid song. I stay in my seat and don't sing along. When the stupid Hogwarts song is finished, I get up with the rest of the Slytherins. I wait as there is clearly an order to which we will be leaving in. I wait until the other first years reach me before I start to walk. Just ahead of them. I am almost out the door when Harry catches up with me.

"Twin, wait up!" I sigh and come to a stop, forcing the other first years to stop as well. I turn to face him. "What is wrong?" I sigh at Harry's lack of subtlety and pull him to the side.

"I have no clue what you are talking about." He frowns.

"Then why did you shut it off?" I roll my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me about..." I hesitate and glance around. There are a lot of people watching us. I roll my eyes again. "¿Por qué no me hablas de nuestros hermanos?"(Why didn't you tell me about our siblings?) I ask him accusingly in Spanish. That is the only other language Harry and I know.

"I-" I glare at him meaning fully so he switches languages with me. "Iba a ... pero-No quería molestarte. Pensé que te habías suficiente pasando con ... ya sabes. Ellos."(I was going to...but you-I didn't want to upset you. I thought you had enough going on with...you know. Them.) I sigh.

"Debe de todos modos me has dicho."(You still should have told me.) I lower my head. "Lo siento exageré."(I'm sorry I overreacted.) Harry smiles and shrugs.

"Está bien. Perdonado?"(It's okay. Forgiven?) I smirk.

"Sure." I reply in English and unblock the bond. Harry grins in relief. "You have to go." I gesture to the other Gryffindors waiting for him.

"Okay. Good night!" Twin rushes off to join Ronald and the other Gryffindors. I turn to leave as well but I stiffen as Draco moves forward, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. It looks wrong. When we were friends, I stood at the front, Theo at my right shoulder, Blaize at my left and Draco always had my back. Our motto was: 'side by side, back to back. Always together, forever and ever.' It may have been a bit childish but it worked for us. Draco sneers at me.

"Trouble in paradise, Potter?" He spits out arrogantly. I just cock my head to the side and fix an unwavering look on him. It only takes a few seconds for him to back up a little. I smirk and turn around to continue my way to the Slytherin Common room. When Harry stopped me, I fixed a bit of my magic to one of the Slytherin's magic so that I would be able to follow them if I got lost. I call on my magic now to find my magic.

I fix my gaze on magic of my magic and follow the invisible trail. I make sure to look around so that I can find this place again. I need only see this place once and my eidetic mind will make sure I will never forget the way. Before long, I find myself rounding a corner and seeing a slytherin prefect (as evidence by the badge on her chest) standing in front of wall with a floor to ceiling carving on it.

The serpent writhes and swirls upon the wall. I can make out its hissing and I hide a smirk. Slytherin is going to be too easy. I bet all I would have to do is hiss at a snake in front of them and I will instantly gain respect. But at the same time, the new Professor Marvolo Gaunt-Slytherin could be a parseltongue as well seeing as he is Slytherin's descendant.

We will have to see. I come to a stop in front of the Prefect. She surveys us coldly before gesturing at the serpent on the wall.

"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Remember this password because this will be the last time I will be telling you it. The password is: Serpentem Superbia. And for those of you who don't know, that means-"

"Serpent Pride." I mummer. She narrows her eyes on me thoughtfully.

"That is correct." She turns to the carving and says the password. The serpent writhes in a circle and the wall swings open without a sound. We follow the Prefect into the common room. The common room is not exactly what I expected. The stone walls are draped with silver, black, and green tapestries. There are elegant armchairs, chaises, and couches. The fireplace is made of silver and black marble with emerald designs of snakes. There is a fire going. The Prefect leads us over to the sitting room. I notice Sevi is lurking in the shadows behind where we will sit and cast an arrogant smirk in his direction, and get a laughing smirk in return.

I narrow my eyes as behind him, I can fell another presense lurking. I let my face fall into a blank gaze as I sit down. I sit in the armchair that is directly in the middle of the common room, so the other first years will have to sit around me. The Prefect lets her eyes flick to where Sevi is hiding before turning back to us. I smirk at her and she realizes she has been caught. I shrug innocently and she nods at me in return. Once everyone has sat down, she begins her speech.

"Congratulations! I am Prefect Gemma Farley, and I am delighted to welcome you to Slytherin House. Our emblem is the serpent, the wisest of creatures; our house colours are emerald green and silver, and our common room (as you now know) lies behind a concealed entrance in our dungeons. As you'll see, the windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by-and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck. Now, there are a few things you should know about Slytherin - and a few things you should forget." I have to hide a smirk at the look of shock on Draco's face. Gemma's approach is warm and personal, nothing like he has ever imagined. Sevi glides out of the shadows and to the front. Gemma nods at him and takes a seat as he continues the speech.

"Firstly, let me dispel a few myths. You might have heard rumours about Slytherin house - that we're all into the Dark Arts, and will only talk to you if your great-grandfather was a famous wizard, and other things like that. Well, you don't want to believe everything you hear from competing houses. I am not denying that we have produced our share of Dark wizards, but so have the other three houses - they just don't like admitting it. And yes, we have traditionally tended to take students who come from long lines of witches and wizards, but nowadays you will find plenty of people in Slytherin House who have at least one Muggle parent." Whispers break out from among the other first years. I just sit back in my chair and slip a hand into my pocket to stroke Nagini. She curls around my fingers and I have to suppress a smile. I listen as Sevi continues in his wonderful drawling voice.

"Here is a little-known fact that the other three houses don't bring up much: Merlin himself was a Slytherin. Yes, Merlin, the most famous wizard in history! He learned all he knew in this very house! Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Merlin? Or would you rather sit at the old desk of that illustrious ex-Hufflepuff, Eglantine Puffet, inventor of the Self-Soaping Dishcloth?" He surveys us, eyes glinting with passion.

He waits for us to say something so I do.

"Will all due respect, sir. I think that my view on this subject are the same as my fellow year-mates. I would much rather become a world famous witch than become someone forgotten and pathetic." His eyes are warm with approval.

"I have no doubt the other students will agree. But that is enough about what we are not." Sevi continues.

"Indeed. Let us talk about what we are. We are the best and edgiest house in this castle. We play to win, because we care about the honour and traditions of Slytherin. As Slytherins, you will get respect from your fellow students. Yes, some of that respect might be tinged with fear, because of our Dark reputation, but you know what? It can be fun, having a reputation for walking on the wild side. Chuck out a few hints that you have access to a whole library of curses and see whether anyone feels like nicking your homework." Gemma stands up again.

"But we aren't bad people. We are like our emblem, the snake: sleek, powerful, and frequently misunderstood. For instance, we Slytherins look after our own - which is more than you can say for Ravenclaw. Apart from being the biggest bunch of swots you ever met, Ravenclaws are famous for clambering over each other to get good marks, whereas we Slytherins are family. The corridors of Hogwarts can throw up surprises for the unwary, and you'll be glad you have the Serpents on your side as you move around the school. As far as we are concerned, once you have become a snake, you are one of ours - one of the elite." Gemma steps back as Sev takes over again.

"Do you know what Salazar Slytherin looked for in his chosen students? The seeds of greatness. You have been chosen by this house because you have the potential to be great, in the truest sense of the word. All right, you may see a couple of people hanging around the common room whom you might not think are destined for anything special. Well, keep that to yourself. If the Sorting Hat put them in here, there is something great about them, and don't you forget it."

"And talking of people who aren't destined for greatness, I haven't mentioned the Gryffindors. Now, a lot of people say that Slytherins and Gryffindors represent two sides of the same coin. Personally, I think Gryffindors are nothing more than wannabe Slytherins. Mind you, some people say that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor prized the same kinds of students, so perhaps we are more similar than we like to think. But that doesn't mean that we cosy up with the Gryffindors. They like beating us only slightly less than we like beating them." Gemma says.

"There are rules to living in the Slytherin house. You are to abide by these rules. There are serious consequences if these rules are broken.

First Rule: We are Slytherins, so we act like we are, in the castle. No loud outbreaks or anything else of that sort.

Second Rule: Slytherins stick together. If you see another Slytherin in a bit of a bind, you will help. That isn't to say though that you shouldn't strike a bargain for them to receive your help. We are Slytherins after all.

Third Rule: Never get caught. It doesn't matter what you are doing, if you are guaranteed to get in trouble for doing it, don't . get . caught.

Fourth Rule: We show respect for our Head of House, Professor Snape. He is always available for you, so if you need him, just knock on that door.

She points to a door that is to the side. It has a sign on it that says Prof. Snape, HoH.

The Fifth and final Rule is: We are a family. We do not strike out at fellow students. If you have a problem with a fellow Slytherin, you will take that problem to our Head of House. Now, any questions?" When no one steps forward, Gemma steps back. Sev steps forward.

"A few more things you might need to know: our house ghost is the Bloody Baron. If you get on the right side of him he'll sometimes agree to frighten people for you. Just don't ask him how he got bloodstained; he does not like talking about it. The password to the common room changes every fortnight. That is every two weeks. Keep an eye on the noticeboard. Never bring anyone from another house into our common room or tell them our password. No outsider has ever entered it for more than seven centuries. Keep it that way." Then Sevi leave and goes to his office. Gemma steps forward for the final time.

"Well, I think that is all for now. Everyone except for Valyn is dismissed." When the other first years leave, Gemma turns back to me. "I am sure you will like our dormitories. We sleep in ancient four-posters with green silk hangings, and bedspreads embroidered with silver thread. Medieval tapestries depicting the adventures of famous Slytherins cover the walls, and silver lanterns hang from the ceilings. You will sleep well; it is very soothing, listening to the lake water lapping against the windows at night."

I nod my head and follow her as she starts to lead me in the direction of the girls names. I furrow my brow as I feel a pull to a room on the very corner of the entrance to the girls room. There is steps leading up to a pair of elegant double doors. The handles have snakes twined around them.

"Prefect Gemma?" I ask her eyes trained on the door. "What room is that for?" I gesture to it. Her eyes widen and she fixes a look of awe on her face.

"That is the room meant for the Head girl. That room used to belong to Salazar's daughter." I nod but before I say anything, she continues. "No one has been able to get into the Head girl room for centuries. Professor Gaunt-Slytherin is able to open the Head boy room and his great-grandfather was able to open the Head boy room too. I wouldn't try to open the room. The last person that tried to was sent to the infirmary. She died from the venom of the snakes in her veins. They came to life and bit her multiple times." I nod thoughtfully. "The next person to open that room would gain major respect from everyone in Slytherin. Not even Professor Gaunt-Slytherin is able to open it because he is male."

"Interesting." I muse. That could come in handy. I smirk. I have a strong suspicion that all it would take to open the doors is a little parseltonge. That can wait though. I follow Gemma to the girls dorm corridor.

"Unlike the boys dorms, the girls are separated into groups of two. Millicent Bulstrode and Isobel MacDougal share a room. Tracey Davis and Sophie Roper share a room. Pansy Parkinson, Lily Moon and Daphne Greengrass currently shared a room but we have moved Daphne Greengrass into another room so that we could pair you up with her. Don't worry if she is a little frosty, she was like that to all of the girls before she got to know them." I nod silently and follow her to my new room. When she opens the door, the first thing I see is a blonde girl sitting on the bed on the right side of the room surrounded by other girls. She looks up and her smile fades as she looks at me before brightening again as she looks at Gemma.

"Hello, Greengrass. This is your new roommate, Potter." Greengrass nods before turning to the other girls. Gemma frowns. "All right, it is lights out. Parkinson, Davis, Bulstrode, MacDougal, Roper, Moon all of you to your own rooms." They all share looks and giggle before leaving obediently. One of the girls smiles at me before another of the girls with a pug nose pinches her. I resist a frown. I had hoped the wizarding world would be different than the muggle one. Shame on me, forgetting people are petty and insecure regardless of magic.

I turn to my new roommate and go to my side of the room. Gemma looks uncertainly at the both of us before bidding us a good night and leaving. I turn to Greengrass.

"So-" She cuts me off, a cold look on her face.

"We aren't going to be 'best friends' just because I am your new roommate. Okay? Let's get this straight. You do not talk to me, you do not approach me, you do not look at me. I wouldn't want to even think of what could happen if I consort with the likes of you, mud-blood." She sneers at me. I stiffen and my eyes harden. Challenge set...challenge accepted. I incline my head at Greengrass before going to the bathroom. When I come out, I am in my pajamas and I hold a parchment in my hand. I hand it to her and she reads it silently. It says:

I, Daphne Greengrass, do swear to:

keep anything that happens in this room a secret (be it seen, spoken, written or any other way)

not tell anyone anything that happens in this room (be it written, spoken or any other way of communication) unless both my roommate (Valyn Adar Donelle Potter) both agree I am able to

With the consequence should I break this contract:

of public humiliation

loosing my magic (this is an official document made by the goblins)

Signed, _

I, Valyn Adar Donelle Potter, do agree to the terms listed.

Signed, Valyn Adar Donelle Potter

Without a word, she signs the paper and it splits into two copies. I grab my copy and go back into the bathroom. When I come out, Nagini, back to her full size, is draped across my shoulders. I pretend I don't notice her dropped jaw and pale face as I go to my bed. I climb in and pull back the sheets. Nagini puts her face in front of mine and flicks her tongue at me.

:Do not think I don't know what you just did there.: I grin and hiss back at her.

:I haven't the faintest clue of what you are talking about, dearest Nagini.: Daphne shrieks and I turn to her. I can't quite hide the wicked smirk that curls on my lips as I focus my eyes on her. I slowly cock my head to the side and giggle before turning my lights off and closing the drapes around my bed.

Challenge made, challenge accepted.

Valyn 1; Greengrass 0