Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

AN: The first few chapters will go pretty fast and go through a lot of time. My goal is to be up to 5th year by the third or fourth chapter. That's when the story gets juicy ;). What's going on now is back ground info you will need to know. Hope you enjoy!

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I had always been a quiet girl. I was prim and proper and only spoke when spoken too. That's what my father expected of me and I would give him no less. He was a big shot in the Wizarding world and I and my father were as pure as pure bloods could get, but we were blood traitors among our own. My father worked at the Ministry of Magic and was very vocal about the rights of muggle-borns. He had put away several Death Eaters in his day and had taught me to think exactly as he did.

The first time I saw the Hogwarts Express was a day I would remember forever.

The air was crisp I noticed as I looked up at the huge train. I was so nervous. I was starting Hogwarts a year later than everyone else. My father had home schooled me for the first year. Why that had been necessary I would probably never know. I had begged my father to go to Hogwarts with everyone else. The only thing he would say was that is was for the best.

I kept my head down trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Maybe I could just disappear into the background and no one would notice 'the new girl'. My father hadn't stuck around to see me off. I had asked him not to. His face was well known in the wizarding world and the last thing I needed was for everyone to know I was the daughter of Mr. Allan Sonders.

I walked into the train and found an empty compartment. OK…if anyone comes in I'll just smile and stare out the window the whole time. I hated that I was so shy, but I couldn't help it. That's how I had always been. I had a perfect childhood with a lot of love and was spoiled to death. I was just…shy.

"Hey, here's a compartment. It's the only one left that's not full." I heard a girl from the hall say. The compartment door opened and a girl with long frizzy brown hair walked in with a chubby boy trying to hold on to a frog that didn't seem to want to stay still.

"Oh, hello" The girl with the frizzy hair said as she spotted the nervous ball of flesh in the corner that was me.

"Hi" I gave a nervous smile.

"My name is Hermione and this is Neville. What's yours?" She held out her hand.

I took her hand and shook. "My name is Ray."

"Are you a first year? I don't believe I've seen you around." She and Neville took a seat across from me.

"No, I'll be starting in second year. I am new though. I was home schooled my first year." I was surprised at the fact I was actually talking and not having a mental melt down.

"Oh, that's so interesting! You must have brilliant parents. I've heard it's rare for the ministry to allow home schooling."

"Well, my father works for the ministry, so I'm sure he just pulled a few strings." I smiled hoping that would be the end of the conversation about my father.

"Does your mother work for the ministry as well?"

"No, my mother died when I was little. I don't even remember her." I shuffled in my seat not liking where the conversation was going.

"I'm so sorry…umm…What does your father do at the ministry?" Hermione was obviously trying to change the subject and for once I was glad to be asked something about my father.

"He is an advisor to the Minister and a big activist for muggle-born rights."

"Wait." She paused. "Are you the daughter of Allan Sonders?" Hermione's face was practically glowing.

"Yep, that's me." I gave a half hearted smile and practically rolled my eyes. I was really trying to down play the whole thing until I got a good look at Hermione's face. She was practically in tears.

"Your father is such a wonderful man. I'm a muggle-born you see, so I really appreciate how much your father cares. It seems like so many pure bloods would rather see us just disappear. It's just nice to have one on our side."

I was really moved by what she said. I knew what my father did, but I had never had a one on one encounter with someone that really cared so much about what he did. All I could do was smile. I wasn't sure what else to say.

The rest of the train ride was pretty uneventful. Neville had finally joined in on the conversation and I just mostly sat there and listened to them talk about the fact that there friends were missing. One of which was apparently Harry Potter.

After the train had arrived and we had our robes on I walked out onto the platform. I was greeted by the hugest man I had ever seen. He had to have giant blood in him. He smiled at me and asked "First year?"

"No, my name is Ray Sonders. I'm starting in second year."

"Oh! Of course, of course. Professor McGonagall is coming down to meet you. She didn't figure you'd want to be sorted with the first years. You just wait over there and she'll be right with ya."

I smiled and maneuvered myself over to the spot the giant man had indicated. I sat on a bench and watched the others exit the train. One boy caught my eye. He was of average height and had slicked back blond hair. It was obvious to me who he was. He was the spiting image of his father, a little Lucius Malfoy mini. Hmm…I wonder what his name is. I couldn't help but wonder. I had only met Lucius Malfoy once and he had never said anything about having a son. Although, at the time my father and he were in quite a heated discussion, so no pleasantries had been exchanged.

"Miss. Sonders I presume." A tall slender, very stern looking, woman approached me.

"Yes" I stood.

"Come with me. I'm Professor McGonagall. I'll be your Transfigurations professor. We will go and sort you in my office. Your father said you wouldn't want to be sorted with the first years." She began to walk and I followed after her.

When we arrived in her office she asked me to sit on a wooden stool. My father had told me about the sorting. He himself had been placed in Slytherin. I just hoped that it wasn't a family thing. The last place I wanted to end up was Slytherin. My father had been a different person then. He had changed after he had met my mother. She had been a pure blood, but cared deeply for her muggle-born friends. Sometimes I thought that she was the only reason for all that he did. Maybe it was his way of dealing with the loss of her. My mother had been in Ravenclaw and that was the house I was hoping for.

Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head and it began to talk to me.

"Well, I see you want to be in Ravenclaw."

"Yes, I do very much." That was all I could think to say.

"I'm going to have to disagree with you. I see you in Slytherin."

I was pretty sure my heart stopped at that moment, but I couldn't be sure. "Please no. I'll get eaten alive in that house."

"Very well….RAVENCLAW!"

Until that moment I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath. I released the toxic air and breathed in sweet relief.

"Very good. Now if you will follow me Miss. Sonders I can show you to the Great Hall." Professor McGonagall led me from her office to the biggest double doors I had ever seen. "You will sit at the Ravenclaw table." She opened the door slightly just enough for me to slip in. I supposed she didn't want to give away the big surprise to the first years that were waiting in the front hall.

I spotted the Ravenclaw table and sat somewhere around in the middle. Only a couple of people had noticed me entering. My whole invisible tactic was working better than I thought. Unfortunately, one of the people that spotted me was the Malfoy kid.

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Draco POV:

"Who is that?" I motioned to the Ravenclaw table.

"Who is who?" Blaise barely looked up. He really annoyed me sometimes.

"The girl who just walked in, you git!" That unfortunately got Pansy's attention.

"What girl? Where? Is she pretty?" Pansy had a look of complete panic on her pug face.

I was seriously considering banging my head on the table when Blaise finally decided to grace us with more than three words. "You mean the new girl in Ravenclaw? The plain looking one?"

I looked at Blaise and then in the direction he was gesturing in. We were defiantly looking at the same girl, although, I wouldn't call her plain. She wasn't gorgeous or anything, but she had potential. "Yes, the new Ravenclaw."

"I heard that we were getting Allan Sonders' daughter this year. That must be her."

"Allan Sonders? That blood traitor?" My blood was boiling. That man had gotten my fathers house searched more times than any other. My father had even had to sell some of his things. So his daughter was here at Hogwarts. It was too good to be true. She was the perfect target for my anger to land on. I felt a sharp pain on my palm and realized I had squeezed my hand into a fist so hard that I practically made my hand bleed. I wanted to hurt her. I didn't even know why. Yes, her father was the enemy of my father, but it was more than that. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to make her life a living hell.

"Well, we'll just have to greet her properly." I looked over to see that Pansy had an incredibly mischievous grin on her face.

"No" I said the word before I even realized air was leaving my mouth.

"What?" Pansy looked shock and confused. Even Blaise set up and gave me a curious look.

I just looked at them direct and with authority. "I take care of this one myself."

AN: Hope you liked it. I'm going to try to have another chapter up by tomorrow. Reviews will motivate me ;)