Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! If I did, Draco Malfoy would currently be 17 and living in my bedroom, same with Snape. What can I say? I have a weakness for self-obsessed, evil, git, bats, who are so white they're supposedly vampires!

A/N: Anyways, here's my next chapter. Enjoy! I hope this is as good as all of you expected. It's been hard to find inspiration lately.

Chapter 4

I woke up early the next day, four hours after I had fallen asleep, and went down to the quidditch pitch. I had seen my master last night after Hermione fell asleep and told him of the developments. Snape had caught me in the hallway. I ended up obliterating his memory of seeing me. I had no other choice. Even if he was a death eater, no one except Draco knows about me being one. No one ever will. He will, of course, be a little suspicious about his short loss of time. Hopefully he'll just contribute it to age.

I had just straddled my broom to go for a flight when a voice rang out from behind me. "Hey look, guys, it's the new Gryffindor girl. Why don't we give her a Slytherin welcome?" There were murmurs of agreement.

I got off the broom and turned to face them, "Hello, Malfoy," I spat. "May I help you?"

"We have the pitch this morning, Mahogany."

"Well, surely, you wouldn't mind me flying around it?"

"Actually, yes we would. I suggest you go and get some friends before we start the rumors about you."

"Chill Malfoy. Why don't we practice together? I can help you there." She said, quoting something she had been told her cousin said in his first year.

"Hah! What do you think boys? Want some batting practice? Willing to help our beaters, Mahogany?"

"Sure, that's what I'm trying out for, as long as they do likewise. Do you dirt brains think you're a match for me?"

"Course they are. Let's go then, mount your brooms."

I picked up my bat and shot into the air. As soon as I was two feet off the ground I felt a bludger plummeting towards me. Turning, I quickly sent it back with all my strength to the Slytherin who had hit it. It hit him square in the chest and he flipped backwards off his broom. One down, rest of the team to go.

I sped off away from the goal the Slytherins were using to get a better look at their tactics. They seemed to rely more on weight than aerodynamics and strength, as the Gryffindor team seemed to be. I hadn't seen them play yet, but I had seen them at dinner. I could tell by the build of their bodies.

I saw a shine of light in the corner of my right eye. Immediately I dove and turned to the left, narrowly avoiding the bludger. I spotted the other beater and looked around for a bludger. Next thing I knew, there was a bludger to my left, he had quickly changed sides while I was searching and caught me off guard. This did not happen often to me, it was a very rare occurrence. I sat there, it was seven feet from me, not enough time to move. There was a loud thump heard and my eyes squeezed shut as I expected pain.

It didn't come. What had happened? I opened my eyes and saw a chaser falling. The bloody idiot had been backing up with the quaffle and gotten in the way of the bludger. At least I wasn't hurt, I mused, better it was a Slytherin. Now I just had to get the last pest. I lunged at a bludger that passed before me and located him. "Good bye lump," I lobbed the ball at him and it hit the end of his broom, snapping it so that only was the handle was left. "So much for well made."

Needless to say, he fell as the beater before. "Malfoy!" He was busy looking for a practice snitch and looked towards me with the characteristic Malfoy malice. "What do I do now? You don't have any more beaters ferret! I think I'll just go. You're obviously too easy to beat. Good day! Just hope, for your sake, that the Gryffindor captain doesn't enlist me!"

I flew away towards the front doors before any of them could retort and was joined half way by Shiyra. Shiyra, being the animal of integrity and wisdom that owls are, hooted a soft warning to me, "It's probably best not to taunt the cubs, Ashlyn."

"Yes, Shiyra. I know. It's hard. I am half pixie after all. That's why I have you my sweet guardian. You steer me in the right direction, love."

"Yes, and for all I have taught you, you still serve Venomous Chameleon."

"Yes, I do serve my Lord, Shiyra. I have no choice. Even if I did, at this point, I would still serve him."

"I don't know why. I still find these... these... so called 'witches, wizards, and muggles' to be odd creatures. I mean, really! They cook their food!"

"Ah, Shiyra, but our food can be really good cooked."

"Yes, I consent to that, I do seem to like that thing you call bacon." This caused me to guffaw. She didn't just like the bacon. Every time she brought me mail she would ask me for a plate full, that's an awful lot for an owl her size.

"Yes, I should probably get going, love. I will see you later. Maybe I'll bring you some bacon." If you can picture an owl with a far away look, that's how Shiyra looked right then.

My first class that day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, with the Dream Team and Slytherins. This should be fun, having Draco throw insults at me from across the room. Don't think I wouldn't do it back, but I would have to try and not let anything slip.

I strolled into the room, my hair loose down my back. Eyes turned to look at me. Potter was oblivious. The new DDA teacher took one glance at me and I saw recognition in his eyes. He knew what I am. I would have to speak with him after class. It was just my luck that we would learn about fey this day.

When the teacher saw me, the conniving bastard decided to change his class plans. He was supposed to teach us about Grizzlewarfs that day but after he noticed me, he flipped to a page in his teaching plans about half way through the year and ordered us to open our textbooks to page 893! The title of the page was: Faeries, Pixies, and other Fey. I glared at him and he arched a brow. He should know better than to mess with a pixie, but apparently he was thick headed... or he was just trying to test the theory that no pixie was trustworthy.

Oi! I would just have to ignore him and act as if it was normal. Don't get me wrong. I knew my secret would come out eventually. I just didn't expect it to be this soon. Maybe I should just give our teacher, Professor Liam Harkins, a bad dream or two. Or maybe magically embarrass him? Depants him with wandless magic while pretending to rub my nose?

When the dreaded class was finally over, and I was done pretending to be interested in the lesson, he dismissed us. Hermione pulled me aside outside of the room and told the boys to go ahead.

"Ashlyn, he knows. Now that he's telling everyone about fey and pixies, I don't think you have much time left. I would tell people before they figure it out on their own. After what paper he assigned on them, I would do it before they think you're not trust-worthy."

"I know all of this, Hermione. People were already suspicious with my leaf-green hair. This just gave them a bit more information. I will tell those I trust soon enough. Everyone in this school will know, it's not like I'm hiding it, I just never brought it up when I first met him or her. I never lied about my inheritance because I never talked about my mother." I gave her a soft smile, loathing every second of being sweet with the mudblood. "If they hate me because I'm half... you know... they are racist because I never lied to anyone. I just thought it was fairly obvious," I lied.

Hermione gave a small smile, "Yes, but still there will be those who don't care. They'll take everything you do and say and mold it to fit their means. That's mostly the Slytherins, though. The whole of Gryffindor is too loyal," her smile widened, "and your one of us now."

I gave a false smile, secretly loathing that phrase, "that I am." She thought I was then, but what would the mudblood think after I had taken Harry and manipulated him like a Slytherin? Or even better, what would I think? "Let's get a move on shall we?"

Later that night in the common room, I caught up with Potter and his friends. I didn't know what to expect, but I had to tell them before they found out on their own or someone turned them against me. I had to do it while their confidence in me still prevailed.

I tried to look nervous, not that I had to work on that much, as I approached the small group not knowing what to expect. If I lost Harry's confidence, I would be dead for sure. "Hey guys, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

Harry smiled up at me wearily, "Sure Ashlyn, what's up?"

"Um, Hermione, do you think we should-"

"Oh! Are you going to-"

"Yes actually-"

"Well, it's probably a good idea then. Hey guys, let's just go over to that corner, shall we?" I watched as the mudblood pointed to a deserted corner of the room where no one was close enough to hear.

When we were sitting over in that corner, Harry having dragged Ron, I took one glance at their red headed friend and almost laughed out loud but managed to look concerned. "You read about that right Hermione?" I said pointing at Ron.

Hermione laughed when she looked at him and said to me, "unfortunately so, it seems to have no affect on Harry though."

"He seems to be the only one immune to it, I've tamped it down a lot since the first time I met you all. Ron still seems to be mesmerized," I gave a small smile as if in irony while hiding a smirk. "Maybe I can just-" I cut myself off as I closed my eyes concentrating on the threads of attraction emanating off of me, pulling them in. When there were only a few sparks coming off of me now and then, I stopped. I knew I couldn't totally stop it, unless I wanted to hurt myself. "Did it work?"

"Did what work?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say and assumed it was Ron.

I glanced at Hermione and she actually laughed, I gave a small giggle, "It did then."

Harry, visibly puzzled, looked between his bushy haired companion and me, "What the bugger is going on? What were you talking about? What didn't have some affect on me? Why am I so bloody clueless? Has this got to do with Voldemort?" Ron flinched at the Dark Lord's name when I pretended to.

Hermione smiled kindly at Harry, "Don't worry Harry, it has nothing to do with Voldemort." Thank the gods I didn't have to answer that! It wouldn't have been lying of course. My heritage has nothing to do with my Lord. "She just has something to talk with us about before everyone, a.k.a. the Slytherins, start to make up rumors about her. Go on Ashlyn."

Staying with the theme of being nervous about telling them this, I crossed my arms, foot tapping, and looked at the ground. I looked up at Harry, hoping to gather some sympathy, "Do you promise not to hate me and judge me by the common stereotypes?" here I glanced at Ron.

Both answered in unison, "'course."

"Promise?"

Harry spoke and Ron nodded, "We promise Ashlyn. Do you really think we would do that? You're our friend and we are Gryffindors. We are habitually loyal. We don't take to stereotypes. I know what its like to be stereotyped." A small smile crossed the scarred boy's face.

I smiled back then gave a serious look, "I'm half fey. Hermione already knew, she figured it out on that first day when I sat down with you all. I don't know what you're going to think after Defense today."

The boys were quiet for a few minutes and I had almost given up when Ron burst out, "YOUR WHAT?!"

He he he... I've been really evil lately with my stories... oh well! This is how I work out my aggression! I do think getting reviews like I did for FOF makes me want to work faster though!

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