It is official... I am the worst author on this sight! I am so so so so so so so sorry! I got caught up in school, plus volunteering at the hospital in my county and then my jobs after that. Stressed and exhausted every night! I had absolutely no time to plan, much less publish new chapters. Still, my apology can be taken or refused. I only ask you not take it out on the poor story :(

Anyway... Summer came, and I got started on summer school and helping my sister-in-law move in with my brother, and now school has started! Good friggin news! I'm going to school online! This leaves an abundance of time to get stories published on the days I don't work and after work. I don't wake up until noon, so I stay up until midnight, and my shifts are never after ten, so that's a good two hours for me to plan stuff out. So, I've had a request to make do some Harry POV's, and frankly... YOU READ MY MIND! I was thinking of redoing chapter four in Harry's point of view, get a feel for his thoughts and feelings as well as plenty of conversation/arguments with Ronald. Lol... Ronald... Anyway, so, let's try this... Not used to getting a guy's POV in, so this'll be odd... For me. Hopefully, it'll be good to you :P Also! I'm thinking of starting another one... HP related... I don't know, though... Maybe.

Whelp, let's get back to this story. Here comes Harry's point of view...

Disclaimer(pointless because it should be obvious): I own nothing of this story except my character(s) and added scenes. Thank you, and goodnight!

Sunlight filters through a crack in my bed's curtains, waking me. I blink slightly and open them further. I reach out, feeling for my glasses for a minute before I find them. I put them on, and the once very blurry room turns clear. I get out of bed and glance around the room. Dean, Seamus, and Neville are up and gone. Ron's still sleeping. I grab my things and go into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before changing into my school robes. I look once more at Ron's bed to see him still sleeping soundly, his snores filling the room.

I go down into the common room in time to see Hermione walk through the portrait. I see Neville looking close to tears of frustration, bent low over a textbook.

"What's wrong, Neville?"

He looks up at me before looking back at his book.

"It's Snape's assignment. I can't find the information I need anywhere in this book!"

"Have you tried the library? I'm sure it's in there."

"Maybe..." I leave the common room as he goes back to pouring over his book.

I go down the staircases, watching for moving ones, and stop at the top of the last one. I see Charity sitting at the foot, looking out the window. I smile slightly and walk up to her.

"Hi Charity," I say, sitting next to her.

She glances up before smiling slightly.

"Hiya, Harry. How's Hogwarts for you so far?"

I smile in my enthusiasm.

"It's amazing! I've never been to a better place. It's a bit overwhelming, though. The whole magic thing, you know?"

She grimaces slightly.

"I, personally, don't. I was raised in a magic home, but Hermione does. She's muggle-born. What's your home like? Was it fun growing up in the muggle world?"

I grimace slightly, and she frowns.

"I didn't have a very normal childhood, really. My Aunt Petunia, who looks like a horse, makes me cook for everybody and take care of her garden and stuff like that. My uncle, Vernon, runs a drill company, so he really takes care of family reputation. Dudley, my cousin, though, just loves getting stuff and eating. Well, when he's not chasing me to beat me up. Him and Vernon look a lot alike. They're both piggy in the face."

She starts to look sympathetically at me.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'd trade you if I could. My father and I had a row last night, and I'm so mad. He doesn't even care about my feelings. All he cares about is his stupid reputation. I'm an only child, though. I've no idea what having another kid in the house is like. The closest I've come is having Draco over for a few days."

"Malfoy? Why's he there?"

"He's my father's godson. Our families are really close."

"Charity, are you ready to- Oh, hello Harry."

I look up at Hermione, who's standing in front of us. I smile at her.

"Hello Hermione."

"Charity, are you ready to go?"

I watch her nod and stand. She looks down at me as I, too, stand, intending to see if Ron's up.

"Harry, would you like to join us," Hermione asks, smiling at me.

"Well, Ron's sleeping. We're supposed to hang out later, though," I say, shrugging.

I watch in bewilderment as Charity walks away, walking up to Malfoy. Hermione and I exchange confused looks before watching her and Malfoy talk. I watch as Malfoy gets mad before narrowing his eyes. Then, he sort of deflates in defeat, and she walks away, smiling victoriously. She walks up to us, and we give her questioning looks. She shrugs.

"Malfoy said he'd tell Ron where to find you, Harry. So, coming?"

"I guess," I say, smiling as we start down the grounds, heading for the lake.

"So, what is it exactly that we're doing?" I ask, looking at the girls to my right.

Charity's in the middle of Hermione and me, smiling as her eyes scan over the grounds. She looks at me, though.

"We're skipping rocks down at the lake."

"Sounds fun. I've never actually done it, though."

"Neither have I," Hermione puts in, glancing at the two of us, "Although, I'm sure that it's a simple process."

Charity laughs, looking at her.

"Everything's a process to you, Hermione. Sometimes I think you're a little too into book, Hermione. You know... You can't just rely on books to learn, right?"

Hermione huffs slightly, but she doesn't exactly look offended about what Charity said about her so much as she's offended about what she said about books. They've really become pretty close friends. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Who'd of thought? Then again, Charity doesn't seem like a regular Slytherin. She's nicer than the ones I've seen.

I glare at the rock I throw as it just sinks. It's been a few minutes, and I still haven't learned how to skip a stupid rock. Hermione learned pretty quickly. I sigh, looking at Charity as she skips one perfectly.

"How do you do it again?"

She chuckles as she comes back over to my side to help me out.

"Here, hold it like this and just flick it. It's all in the wrist," she says, grabbing a rock and showing me how to throw it again.

I watch her hand movements again before grabbing another rock and looking at her as I hold it.

"Hold it like this?"

"No, no, like this," she says, grabbing my hand and maneuvering my hand around the rock until she deems it right.

"Okay, now just flick it," she says, demonstrating how to flick it again.

I nod once and flick it like she did, determined to do it right this time. I watch the rock skip three times before sinking, and I smiles widely. I hear clapping and turn to see Hermione doing so, a wide smile on her face. She seems... proud. I return the smile.

"That was very good, Harry!"

"Thanks," I say, smiling as I grab another rock.

"Hey, Harry!"

I know that voice. We all look over and see Ron walking up. I smile and wave before skipping the rock in my hand. Ron walks up and stands next to me, shooting Charity a dirty look.

"Come on, Harry. We can play wizard's chess!"

"Ron, if you want to stay here and kip rocks, nobody minds."

I smile slightly at Charity's effort to make Ron feel welcome.

"With a Slytherin!? No thanks."

I frown slightly at that.

"Okay, you're seriously starting to get on my nerves here, Ron. I've done nothing but be nice to you! Why can't you at least show the same courtesy?"

"Because you're a dirty snake! You're Snape's daughter! I mean, any family of that greasy git's has no good written all over them!"

I watch her as she pulls her wand out, pointing at his face. Her eyes have hardened. Her mouth falls into a snarl, and the presence she puts out reminds me frighteningly of her father. She narrows her eyes.

"Don't talk about my father like that!"

Ron pulls his own wand out, his face, neck, and ears turning a deep red in his anger.

"Why, don't like to hear the truth about your dad?"

"Shut up!"

Okay, this is where I need to step in.

"Hey, guys, com on!" I say desperately, stepping between them and pulling their wands down, "You're both my friends, here, and I'd really like it if you could get along. Please try to be nice to each other."

I see her look at me and give her a pleading look. After a moment, she sighs and nods, putting her wand away.

"Fine, but only for you, Harry. I'll see you around, okay?"

I nod and walk off with Ron silently steaming beside me. IT doesn't take long, though, for him to start in.

"How can you be friends with her, Harry? You saw what she's like! She's a Slytherine, Snape's daughter no less! She's no good, Harry."

I sigh, looking at him for a moment before looking down at the grass in front of me.

"She's nice, Ron. She's different than the rest of them. You'd like her if you gave her a chance."

"Harry, it's not possible for her to be in Slytherin and be nice. That's the main characteristic that keep people from being a Slytherin."

I laugh slightly.

"Oh, come on, Ron. Not every person in Slytherin can be bad."

"You'll find out, Harry. You'll see. It'll be obvious after that."

"Look, let's just, uh, forget this, okay? Let's just go play wizard's chess."

He grins instantly and quickens his pace.

"Wizard's chess! Second best game in the world behind Quidditch."

I stay silent, smiling slightly at his instant enthusiasm. Hopefully, Ron'll come around and see that Charity isn't bad. She's one of the nicest people I know. It's definitely hard to believe that she's Snape's daughter. I'd say she's adopted, but there's definitely some traits that they have in common. They both short-tempered, and their tempers get frightening. They both set their jaw when they're annoyed. They also both have that same cold stare, too.

I sit down at a table in the common room, and Ron brings out his chess set. Our pieces set up, and we begin out battle. I suffer through pieces all talking strategies at the same time while trying to think of my next move. Finally, after a good while, we finish the game with Ron beating me completely.

"Want to play again, Harry?"

"Actually, I have some essays to get done. Why don't we go to the library?"

He grimaces, clearly disliking the idea.

"The sooner we get it done, the sooner it's out of the way, right?"

Ron sighs, and we head to the library, our books in hand. He seems to have pretty much forgotten about earlier today. I'm kind of glad because he's not trying to convince me to stop being friends with Charity, but I'm kind of not because I can't really talk about it without making him mad again.

I walk into the library, Ron a few steps behind me. I look around for a table to sit at and recognize Charity and Hermione at a table toward the back. I head over toward them, but Ron grabs my arm.

"Harry, that-"

"Ron, just... Please try. For me? I don't want to have to divide my time between you two. Please?"

His face turns pink in anger, but I take his silence as a yes. I smile.

"Thanks."

I walk up, smiling.

"Should've guessed I'd find you here," I say, sitting next to her.

She smiles my way as Ron sits across from her, silently glaring at the table.

"What are you doing?"

"History of Magic essay," she says, her face dropping into a pout.

"Yes, which she's being distracted from," Hermione says, her eyes narrowing as she acts stern about it.

Charity turns and gives her the widest, most fake innocent smile she can, which makes Hrmione giggle as she returns to her essay. I watch her as she does the same and lean over to read over her shoulder. I mainly watch how she writes, which looks disturbingly like her father's handwriting. I lean back as she blows on it, finished. Then, she shakes her hand, grimacing slightly, but still obviously happy it's done.

"Don't look so pleased, Charity," Hermione says, smiling her way, "We still have our Transfiguration essays to write."

I watch her head drop onto the desk.

"Hopeless, I swear!"

I chuckle slightly at her, and she raises her head back up, resigned to the fact that she has more work to do. She puts her essay in her bag before pulling out a fresh piece of parchment and her notes. As she starts that, Ron and I start a game of exploding snap. I glance at her quickly, looking over her as she concentrates completely on her homework, her eyes roaming over her notes every so often.

"Finished," she says happily.

I look at her and see her smile as she sets it down. Hermione looks up from her own and smiles, writing a few more words before setting her own quill down.

"As am I," she says, smiling proudly and sitting up straighter.

"Do you guys do this often?" I ask, curious.

"What, meet in here to work?"

I nod, watching her silent as I wait for her answer.

"Yeah. We work well together, and she helps me out when I need it."

"Do you help her when she-"

"She never needs help," Charity says, winking at Hermione.

Hermione's cheeks turn pink at the compliment, but smiles. She's obviously happy to be well thought of in her friend's view.

"She's a regular genius."

"So, are you excited for flying class on Thursday?"

She smiles and turns, bringing one leg up on the bench as she sits to face me fully.

"So much. I've never flown before."

"I thought you grew up in a magical home?"

"I did, but Dad hates Quidditch and doesn't really see the use of brooms. I've never flown."

"Well, at least I'm not the only one."

"Nor have I, Harry," Hermione says, putting down a book. The cover says Quidditch Through the Ages.

"I've flown my brother's a bit," Ron says, "It's fun. You'll love it, Harry."

"I hope so."

"Harry, I'm sure you will. Who wouldn't love flying," Charity says, smiling at me.

I return the smile and shrug.

"My thoughts exactly. I think Neville's really nervous about it, though."

"I wouldn't blame him," Charity says, grimacing slightly, "No offense, but that boy needs some serious luck donations, because he has so much bad luck."

Ron, Hermione, and I all nod, but Ron quickly stops, obviously realizing that he's agreeing with Charity. I see her glance at him before looking at her watch.

"Well, we should be getting to dinner in the great hall."

I stand as Hermione and her pack their stuff. I glance at Ron, who's sour expression has turned even more sour. We all start walking, but Ron quickly walks ahead, steaming. I sigh, staring after him. I see Charity glance at me out of the corner of my eye.

"He really doesn't like me, does he?"

"He doesn't know you. He refuses to since you're in Slytherin. He'll get over it, I'm sure."

She shrugs, but obviously looks uncertain.

"You know, you don't have to hang around with me if it's upsetting him."

"I'd prefer not to have to pick between you two."

"I think Ronald's acting rather childish," Hermione puts in, turning her gaze on me.

I shrug, looking down for a minute.

"I can try talking to him again later."

I walk into the dormitory and see Ron sitting on his bed, the same sour expression on his face. He looks up as I come in, but doesn't really say anything.

"Ron, you should try spending time with Charity, Hermione, and me. It'll get you to change your mind about Charity."

"She's a Slytherin, Harry. There's no changing who she is."

"You don't know who she is! You haven't once tried talking to her. You know nothing about her."

Ron stays quiet, his ears turning red.

"Why don't you try? At least try. That's all I'm asking."

"Who will you pick?"

"What?"

"Who will you pick," he repeats, looking up at me, "Me or her?"

"Ron, I won't pick either of you. I'll spend time with you when I can and the same with her."

He just closes the curtains surrounding his bed, and I sigh. I change and do the same, putting my glasses on the nightstand beside the bed. I shut my eyes to sleep. Tomorrow's Sunday, so I'll have to finish my essays. I'll probably ask for Charity's or Hermione's notes. They're bound to be better than mine.

And that is the end of that. What do you think? I hope I did justice to the Boy-Who-Lived...

Well, the comments I got inspired this chapter, the POV was chosen as Harry's. I've gotten a request to give her an owl named Angelhope. I have, however, also been asked that maybe make her a bit less lazy... I don't think I can do that. That's something that differentiates her from her father personality wise. He's uppity and hates procrastination. She enjoys procrastinating and would rather be goofing off than doing productive things. Her and Malfoy as friends would make sense. They've been around each other since childhood, so I think I'll definitely show a bit more friendshipish brother/sister kind of thing. I think it'll be cute ^.^ Plus, it'll show a bit of a softer or more vulnerable side of Draco. The books project a general thick-skinned bully, and I'm not changing that, but I also think that he's still a human, and his father is an ass. That's bound to create tension in his family, and Charity being there for him will allow me to project the more human side of Draco. Now, on to Snape... I think you're right. She's his daughter, and he definitely would be kind and fatherly to her. However, never in public. It's just not him. But, I think some time together in his office sometimes would be good. It'll be weird writing it, though... I have a much harder time imagining his more human side...

More questions. I like you guys being involved :) gives me good ideas.

1) What do you think of Ron and her? Should they become friendish or should Ron keep pushing Harry because she's a Slytherin?
2) Charity. How involved should she be in the main plot? Like, how in the loop and helpful should she be in finding out and finding the sorcerer's stone? Mirror of erised?
3) Her mom... Obviously she lives with her dad, and it's obvious that Snape's not married. What happened to her? Should Harry and Hermione find out? Where is she?
And finally...
4) Do you like me adding days that the book doesn't cover, or would you rather me keep to the events in the book only?

Leave reviews with your answers. Again, the patience is much appreciated. I'm going to definitely try harder to keep up with posting. I'll try to have a new post by every Tuesday... That sounds good... Then, if I've finished early and am pretty creative that week, maybe post on a day off work as well. Yeah... That'll be good, and very fair to you guys who have kept to my story. I'm thankful for it so... you know... thanks ^_^

And this is me... signing out...

~GharrahGirl