Once again I have to apologise that I don't update that often. I've been away on holiday with no internet access so I haven't been able to post anything. I really will try to update more often but I always seem to be busy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. All credit to J.K Rowling for creating the magical world of Harry Potter.

Amunet's POV

Amunet froze momentarily, before forcing her body to relax and pulling her face into a mask of confusion.

"What? I'm not a Malfoy, don't be ridiculous. I am pureblood though so I guess I could be a distant relative."

Scorpius was still staring at Amunet as if he was analysing her.

"Only people in the direct Malfoy line can touch our most prized possessions – and from what dad's said, that ring box is one of them. I would recognise it anywhere. And you could be a Malfoy now I think about it. You've got our pale hair and you're a Slytherin."

"If I was a Malfoy I wouldn't have grown up with adoptive parents. My parents are dead – everyone knows that. There must be some kind of mistake. But here, if it matters that much to you, have the box."

Sighing inwardly, Amunet held the box out to Scorpius. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking it.

Shaking her head slightly to signal the conversation was over, Amunet turned around and started to walk away.

"Amunet!"

She knew it was Scorpius calling to her. Rolling her eyes she turned around again, tossing her long hair. A couple of the boys walking past turned and stared for a moment at her – but Amunet simply raised her eyebrows in a challenge and they looked away.

"Look – I'm sorry. I know that must have sounded weird. I'm just confused, ok? You can keep this box. If you're able to touch it I guess it must have passed to you somehow."

Amunet smiled at Scorpius before taking back the box and tucking it in her robes. "It's fine. I can understand you were confused. Just next time maybe check before you start chucking accusations around – I might not be as nice next time."

Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "You're a first year. I would get a bit older before you start making threats."

Amunet just shrugged. "Age isn't everything."

With that she walked away, hoping that her little tactic to put Scorpius off the scent had worked.

Next morning, Amunet was sat at the Slytherin table eating breakfast when a small owl dropped a letter next to her plate. Slightly confused she tore it open to find a note from Headmistress McGonagall.

Amunet – Your parents will be visiting later today to talk to you. Please come to my office at 11am and tell everyone it's about transfiguration tutoring for bright students. The passwords are the same.

Amunet was thrilled. She was going to meet her parents! Grinning, she folded up the letter and stowed it in her robes so no-one else could read it.

"What's got you looking like the cat got the cream?" Tanith asked, nudging Amunet.

"Well, it appears that my brilliance has been recognized. I'm getting transfiguration tutoring with McGonagall instead of going to that lesson." She joked.

"No way?" Tanith exclaimed. "I would hate that."

"It'll be better actually, I feel like a challenge. Hopefully she won't set essay homework, just practise."

Louella, a fourth year girl, snorted unattractively. "It's McGonagall. Apparently she sets the worst homework ever. I really don't think you're lucking out at all, although learning some decent spells in first year might be worth it. If you're a swotty ravenclaw."

Amunet just looked at the girl. "If you knew me at all you'd know I rarely study, it's boring. Besides, I doubt even her essays are much harder than what the other teachers set. They barely take half an hour to complete."

Scorpius looked up from where he was conversing about Quidditch. "You know, you really shouldn't boast about your abilities, even if you're good for a first year. Us Slytherins are fairly tolerant but we don't appreciate big-headedness. You're a nice little girl so just don't get too big for your boots, or the other houses won't hesitate to hex you."

Amunet smiled at Scorpius. "Sorry, I guess I'm just not used to school. I'll see you guys later though."

A few hours later, after a boring history of magic class, Amunet was stood outside McGonagall's office. She was about to meet her parents properly for the first time. She felt nervous – which was odd, because she didn't normally get nervous. Gathering her wits, she spoke the two passwords.

"Whiskers. Severus."

I know it's short but I just wanted to end it there. The meeting is coming up... please review! Any suggestions for what should happen are welcome :)