I woke up the next day very tired.

Let's just say I didn't get enough sleep as I had hoped.

Obviously someone's snoring woke me up constantly.

I won't tell you who because I don't want them to be embarrassed later.

Not that I would mind if they got embarrassed but because I'm a great person.

Anyways I was excited because today would be the first start of classes for me.

I got all my books ready and went down to the Great Hall.

Everyone was there already eating.

I sat down next to Hermione.

"Did you get your schedule yet?" she asked.

"Uh no," I said.

Then some kid came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked waiting for an answer.

But he didn't give me one.

All he did was threw at me a piece of paper and then ran off.

"Okay . . ." I said feeling a little awkward.

"That was a 2tnd year named Dawson. He's very shy," Hermione said.

"I could've figure out that myself," I joked and looked at the piece of paper I was now holding.

I saw that it was suppose to me my schedule.

"Let me see," Hermione exclaimed and grabbed my paper.

"Um okay," I said feeling more awkward.

"Hermione's weird –we all know but you better get used to it fast," Ron whispered to me and smiled.

I couldn't help but smiled back.

"Oh you have Potions, DADA, and almost all your classes with me," Hermione said.

"Too mad not all," she continued.

"I would be glad," Ron whispered to Harry and me.

We laughed while Hermione continued yapping about the classes later on.

"Come on Hermione, if you keep talking you'll probably be late for a class for once," Ron said sarcastically.

She just glared at him with two scary eyes.

"No need to look at me like that," Ron said.

"Um I want to hear more about the 2 school coming here thing," I said excitedly.

"Oh yeah –the Triwizard Tournament is taking place at Hogwarts this year," Harry said.

"Yeah . . ." I said urging him on.

"I bet you that Fred and George is going to succeed with their aging potion," Ron said to Hermione.

"I bet you they're not," she said confidently.

"5 gallons," Ron said and smirked.

"It is then," Hermione said and smiled.

When Ron turned around, I saw Hermione rolling her eyes at him.

I thought Hermione was sure going to win the bet.

But how would I know?
I was still very new here.

"What's the Triwizard Tournament about?" I asked.

"Well Dumbledore said that 3 wizards (or witches) will perform 3 dangerous tasks and the winner will have eternal glory or something," Harry said.

"Wow," I said.

"I know. Ron and I wanted to participate too but we're only 14," Harry said sadly.

"I bet it'll still be fun watching," I said.

"I bet you not –just kidding," Harry said and we started to laugh together.

Harry had a nice sense of humor.

"We better get to class," Hermione said getting her stuff together.

"Okay," I said obeying.

I read my schedule and I had Potions first.

I wonder what that would be like and how the teacher looks.

I walked in to the lowest dungeon and it crept me out.

I got goose bumps as I walked to my seat.

Good thing Hermione, Harry, and Ron was there or else I would have felt even more scared and alone.

"Silent! And as we know class –we have a new pupil here. A Gryffindor she is," the teacher snapped.

To me, he didn't sound like he liked me at all.

I felt like crying but I didn't dare.

"His names Snape and he's probably be the worst teacher you'll ever have," Hermione whispered to you.

I smiled cause this was the first mean thing Hermione had said about a teacher.

"Even though she's new here doesn't mean she shouldn't do any work yet so all of you –open to page 534!" Snape yelled at us.

We all obediently did what we were told.

After class, you met with all three of the group.

"Why is Snape so unhappy and mean?" I asked.

"Harry shrugged.

"Maybe it's because he's a death-eater and they're all unhappy and mean," Ron suggested.

"A death-eater?" I asked.

"Voldemort's followers," Harry informed.

I saw both Hermione and Ron twitched at the sound of his name.

"Who's Voldemort?" I asked.

His name was really hard to pronounce.

"He's this wizard that's very powerful and goes around killing people but he doesn't have a body but he's still alive," Hermione said all in one breath.

"No body but still alive –is it even possible?" I asked.

But yet again, anything was possible.

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Where is he?" I asked curious.

"No one knows but we know that one day he'll be back," Hermione said, "But right now, let's just have a good time together while we can."

"Okay . . ." I said a bit scared now.

So now I knew that there was a killer out there that has no body . . . yet.

"Don't scare her, Hermione," Ron teased.

"I'm not scared," I lied.

Ron looked at me skeptically.

"Fine. I'm not i that /i scared," I said again.

"Don't worry, there's probably a lot of time before he rises again," Ron said cheerfully.

Hermione gave him one of her "death" glares.

"We never know when he might come back and get us," Hermione corrected him.

"How scary can he be? If Harry can escape and defeat him 2 times, I think we have a chance then," Ron said not worrying about anything at all.

"I just got lucky because Voldemort didn't have his own body and was just a memory before," Harry corrected Ron.

"Ok whatever," Ron said giving up.

"You can't always be so sure of yourself and expect things to turn out good like in fairy tales," I told Ron.

"Fairy tales?" he asked.

"Uh they're—" I started.

"Stories about happy endings and "magical" make believes," Hermione said.

"Strange," Ron commented.

"Actually most of them are good for nighttime. It helps little kids fall asleep," Hermione said.

"But sleeping potion is easier," Ron pointed out.

"But stories are more relaxing and better," Hermione argued.

"But sleeping potions are cooler."

They continued to argue like that when we finally came to our next class together –Defense against the Dark Arts.