Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except Cassandra, for now. The rest of them belong to the magical J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This story is written in a third person point of view; however, it switches its focus from person to person (mainly Cassandra and Harry). I think you'll understand once you start reading. With that said, I'll let you get to it!

Still Harry

After all the new students were sorted, the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, stood and made a brief speech of the do's and don'ts of Hogwarts. All the students listened eagerly with the exception of a few Slytherins. Harry glanced over at the staff table as Dumbledore was addressing them. He saw Professor McGonagall sitting on Dumbledore's right. Professor Quirrell was next to her, but his back was turned. Beside him was a teacher Harry had not met. He had shoulder length black hair, and his deep brown eyes caught Harry's gaze. The man reminded Harry of someone, but he couldn't place who. They continued to stare at one another. To Harry's surprise, the teacher's expression turned from surprise to almost fear. This confused Harry, and suddenly his scar began to burn. The teacher's apparent fear seemed to grow, and he turned away slowly to watch Dumbledore, only glancing back in Harry's direction once.

Thoughts of the mysterious girl were pushed to the back of Harry's mind as Dumbledore finished and food appeared on every table. The memory of the pain in his scar still fresh in his mind, Harry turned to Percy, Ron's older brother.

"Percy?" Harry caught his attention. "Who's that teacher that's talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry looked over at the teacher as he spoke.

"Oh, that's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House. He's the Potions Master here at Hogwarts, but everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years." Percy answered. Harry continued to watch Snape as dinner went on, but Snape never looked back at Harry again.

Cassandra

She heard two sets of hurried footsteps running into the Transfiguration classroom as she kept copying notes from her textbook as Professor McGonagall had assigned.

"Made it!" Ron Weasley panted as the two boys stopped by their seats. "Could you imagine the look on ol' McGonagall's face if we were late?"

After this comment, Cassandra found it hard to suppress a snicker. Then suddenly the gray and black cat the boys had not noticed was sitting on McGonagall's desk jumped off and took the tall, stern form of Professor McGonagall herself.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, surprised.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall replied with a hint of sarcasm. Perhaps; though, it would be more useful for me to transfigure one of you into a pocket watch so that you can be on time."

"We got lost," the other tardy boy, Harry Potter, explained

"Then perhaps I should change one of you into a map," the professor was understaning but still stern. " I trust you don't need one to find your seats?"

They shook there heads and sat in the front middle seats. Cassandra, who was sitting in the back right corner seat alone, shook her head as well. She couldn't understand how they could be so careless.

Next, Professor McGonagall gave them each a match. She showed them a simple spell to turn the match into a needle. Cassandra again found it hard to suppress a laugh. She had learned this spell years ago. She; however, did not like attention brought to herself. So when Professor McGonagall came to her, last of course, she quickly showed her that she could do the spell then changed it back immediately.

"Please, don't tell everyone," Cassandra begged.

"Very well," the teacher agreed after a moment's hesitation. "But one day I may not be so giving." Cassandra gave her a soft smile.

"Yes, Professor," she nearly whispered.

No one noticed the quiet conversation in the corner because they were all too busy trying the spell themselves. No one noticed except one white-haired boy in the middle of the class. Cassandra glanced up and caught his gaze, and he quickly turned away. She stared at the back of his head suspiciously for a moment before facing front again.

Please review my story! I need them to keep me writing! I hope you like it so far! It may not sound like much now, but I assure you it has plenty of twists and turns in the near future!!!