A month later, they found themselves on the Hogwarts Express. They were still joking about the look on Snape's face when he discovered Harry's O.W.L scores.

( FLASHBACK ) Harry opened his test scores and couldn't suppress a grin.

"What could you possibly be happy about Potter? Your dreams of being an auror surely should be squashed," Snape sneered. Sam was grinning in the background. Harry handed the test scores to his beloved professor. The shock on Snape's face was unforgettable. He handed the scores back to Harry and promptly left the room. Sam moved a over to where Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione were sitting.

"What did you get Potter that made my father angry like that?" she asked curiously.

Harry showed her and the rest of people around him his scores:
Care of Magical Creatures- O
Divination- D
History of Magic- P
Transfiguration- O
Charms- EE
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Potions- O
Astronomy- A
Herbology- EE
O.W.L total score: 10 out of 12 Dear Mr. Potter,
Subjects marked with indicate that you may like the subject next year. We are very happy to congratulate you for not only the possibility of becoming an Auror but also for getting the highest mark for D.A.D.A (Defense Against the Dark Arts). Please select the subjects you wish to take N.E.W.T classes in.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagll
Deputy Headmistress

In the end, Harry decided Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions and Herbology.
( END FLASHBACK )

"It was priceless," Ron decided. "I still can't believe that you got an O in Potions."

"Neither can I," Harry remarked.

"I still don't understand why you're going to taking Herbology," Ron said as he chewed on a chocolate frog.

"Well I don't fancy everyone at my funeral saying 'He got killed by a plant, he should have taken Herbology'," Harry said sarcastically. Ron laughed.

"Considering we almost got killed by a Devil's Snare in our first year and that man got killed by one last year, than I say the chances are high," Hermione commented from behind Hogwarts, A History: Revised book. Suddenly, the compartment door slid open revealing a chubby boy named Neville Longbottom. "Hi Neville," Hermione greeted brightly.

"Hello," he said. "I hope you don't mind if I stay in here. I got tired of people of asking me if Harry ever tried to kill me." He sat down in a seat next to Ron.

"Huh?" Ron asked confused.

"Malfoy's spreading rumors again," came a voice by the door. Ginny entered the room trailed by Luna Lovegood.

"Hello all," Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. "I hope the trapper knacks haven't got you down."

It was highly amusing to see the look on Ron's face going from shocked to thoughtful. He was about to ask when Hermione mumbled, "Don't ask."

"What did he say this time?" Harry asked, with an amused grin on his face.

"That you killed your cousin and escaped from Azkaban," Neville answered in an exasperated tone.

"Oh, so the usual?" Harry asked as he stared out the window absentmindedly.

"Why if it isn't Potter. I've been looking all over for you," came a drawling voice from the open door. "I heard you took a nice visit to Azkaban. Have fun?"

Harry stood up. "Well, seeing that your father didn't visit, I was highly depressed. I saw him the next day though," he commented as Draco Malfoy leaned casually on the doorframe.

He smirked. "How'd you get off, bribe the minister?" he asked sarcastically. By now, there was a small crowd of spectators.

"The minister is slightly insane. I was only in Azkaban so he could save his reputation. You see making business deals with Lucius Malfoy, a known Death Eater, doesn't look good. Pity," Harry commented as he smirked back.

"Did you kill your cousin?" a small voice in the crowd behind Malfoy asked.

"No. I just accidentally threw the git into a wall knocking him unconscious," he said as if it was a normal thing for him to do. "Not as exciting as your mighty acts, is it Malfoy?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" he sneered as he stood up ready to pull out his wands.

"Just figured, as a Death Eater in training."

"I'm not the one who used an unforgivable, Potter. Did the loss of that mutt godfather of yours, drive you crazy?" he asked in a mocking tone. Harry moved fast and pinned Malfoy to the wall.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted in shock.

"Never mention Sirius to me or you'll get what your Aunt Bellatrix got. You understand me?" Harry said furiously. He let Malfoy go.

Malfoy drew his wand. "You'll pay for that, Potter," he promised in a deadly whisper.

Harry laughed. "Go ahead, make my day," he said as he drew out his own wand.

"Serpon-" he started.

"Expelliarmus." Harry's spell had gotten out first. Malfoy's wand was now floating now floating towards him as its owner lay on the floor.

"What's going on?" a girl's voice came from the crowd. Sam appeared at the door. "Potter, what did you do now?" she asked as when she saw Malfoy getting up from the floor.

"Give me my wand Potter," Malfoy demanded furiously.

"Why should I do that? You came here looking for trouble and I gave you what you wanted," Harry sneered. There was whispering in the crowd. Many old D.A members couldn't believe how Harry was acting.

"Give him his wand," Sam told him, drawing her wand from her robes.

"You sure you want to do this, Snape? There's no uncle or father to hide behind," he said amused. "Children of evil men unite, eh?"

"My father is not evil," she said as she shot daggers at him through her eyes.

"Whatever you say," he said in a mock surrender. He turned away.

"Petrificus Solatus!"

He turned around. "Protego," he whispered. Her curse bounced off his shield. "Rule number one in dueling, the first curse should come by surprise," he told her. "I don't wish to fight you."

"Well that's too bad because I do. You insulted my father," she said angrily. She brushed her hair away from her face.

"Rule number two. Never let the enemy provoke you, because chances are they want you to attack," he said grinning. "Both of you fail miserably," he said as he threw Malfoy back his wand. "Can't say it's been a pleasure." With that he wandered off into another compartment.

"What just happened?" Malfoy asked as he looked around.

"He was testing us. The damn idiot was testing us," Sam said grinning. She turned to Malfoy. "I was wondering what set him off. His temper's been better lately."

"You know Potter?" Malfoy asked curiously as everyone went back to their compartments.

"Met him after his trial. I've been living in the same house as him for a month," she answered.

"Must have been torture," he commented. "I'm Draco Malfoy." He held out his hand to her.

"Samantha Snape," she said as she shook his hand. "But you can call me Sam. Everyone else does."

"Sam," he said awkwardly. "I didn't know that Professor Snape had a daughter," Malfoy said rather shocked.

"That's because nobody asked," she said reassuringly. "Look, you better go back to your compartment. I expect that we will be arriving soon," she said as she left. Malfoy stood there with a smile on his face. He had never meet anyone that beautiful before.

Sam went to the compartment were Hermione, and Ron were. "Is he... has he calmed down yet?" she asked Hermione.

"I don't know," Hermione said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said smiling at them. "Um... do you guys have any idea where he might be?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'll take you," Ron said.

She followed Ron. Harry had gone all the way to the last compartment on the train. He tore the room up in frustration. He hated Malfoy for a fact and Sam for being Snape's daughter. There was a knock at the door.

"What?" Harry yelled out.

"It's me, Ron. Harry, can I come in?" Ron asked.

"Fine," he said. Harry opened the door and stared at Ron in shock. "What is she doing here?"

"Look Harry, all she wants to do is talk," Ron said reassuringly.

"No, get out," Harry yelled out to the top of his lungs. "I want to be left alone. I don't want that bloody girl near me!" he yelled.

"YOU KNOW WHAT, FINE. I WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE." Sam left the compartment and went back to hers.

"Harry," Ron said sternly. "What's gotten into you?"

Harry looked at Ron rather confused. "What are you talking about?" he spat back.

"You know," he said awkwardly. "First your cousin, then Lupin, Dumbledore and Snape at Grimmauld Place. Now with Sam. What's goin' on?"

"Listen Ron, all I want is to be left alone. Okay," he said coldly.

"She didn't do anything to you," Ron said defensively.

"She didn't... are you mental?" Harry yelled. "SHE'S SNAPE'S DAUGHTER! She hates me. Its in her blood to hate me," Harry said.

"Harry she came over here to apologize," Ron said. He was starting to get really angry.

Harry looked at him. "Oh I get it. You like her," Harry said coldly. "You know what Ron? Go run to your precious Samantha and comfort her. And while your at it, why don't you leave me alone."

"FINE," Ron yelled. "Maybe Sam was right about you all along." With that, Ron left slamming the door behind him.

Harry was now angrier than ever. He sat on the chair and put his hands to his head. "What have I done?" he said to himself.

Harry suddenly heard the cold voice in his head. "The darkness is tempting, isn't it Harry."

Harry took his hands off his head. He took his fist, and slammed it against a mirror and shattered it to pieces. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him but he could've sworn he saw his eyes turn red. A vision of Voldemort's face appeared on the shattered glass.

"I was once as innocent as you were young Potter," Voldemort said.

"I doubt you were anything less than evil. Now get out of my head," Harry said.