Disclaimer: I am so dismally sorry to say that I do not own any of these characters, but if I did, I would be so extremely happy that I might- actually, I don't know what I'd do.

a/n: to anyone who cares, Becca is the daughter of Charlie Weasley, and Peter is Rons son. Please r/r!

Chapter 5

The next morning, Sara was fine, well, as fine as someone could be after they just found out that their father had basically placed her into a house that her family hated. But she would do as her father had told her: befriend the Potter boy.

As she was about to walk into the Great Hall, she ran into her Slytherin friends. Annelise was clinging to Brendons arm.

"Watch where you are going, traitor." Brendon spat at her.

"What did you just call me?" Sara practically screamed.

" I called you a blood traitor."

"I am not." Sara said, more composed. She turned to her supposed best friend. "Annelise? Do you think I'm a blood traitor? Because you seem awfully quiet. Not like you at all."

Annelise stole a glance at Brendon. Then she faced Sara. "Well, Sara, you were put into Gryffindor, and all the other purebloods are in Slytherin, and well, I guess you kind of are."

"Fine. Have fun in your little house. I can't believe I ever called you best friend." Sara said scathingly, then walked away.

James and his best friends, Peter and Beccalynn Weasley were walking down the stairs when The Slytherin/Gryffindor incident occurred. James chuckled quietly. Beccalynn heard, and turned towards him.

"Why are you laughing, James? It's not funny! That was a really rude thing to say."

"Oh, Becca, stop being so uptight. She deserved it, you should have heard the way she treated me last night at dinner. Speaking of dinner, I'm hungry, lets go get some food and our schedules."