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Well here goes the third chapter. I know I'm putting them up rather quickly, but that's is because I have the chapters ready. I'm hoping to get more reviews soon because I feel sad writing and getting like 40 hits a day on this story and getting one or two reviews per chapter. Oh well, guess I'm being greedy :)

Chapter 3: Problems Begin

The first day was passing quickly. Wynter shared most of her classes with Gwen or Thyra; never them both and never with Ian. She found that she was not talented in any classes that she had been through so far that day. The last and next class she had was flying; she recognized people there like Gordon, Willow, Helen, Thyra, Gwen and Elayna. They shared this class with the Ravenclaws, who seemed to be feuding with Gryffindor as much as the Slytherins this year.

Tension layered over them like whipped cream on poke cake. No one spoke except for the ones oblivious enough not to notice the silent battle going on between their glaring eyes. It had all started when one of Ravenclaw's beaters gave a Gryffindor student trouble for dating his ex. The Ravenclaw had commanded a duel, resulting in the Ravenclaw getting cursed; rendering him unable to play for a few months. Turns out the curse made his left leg and right arm switch and grow hair that wound its way around his body. Madam Pomfrey was in a panic. Now neither house talked to each other.

The mood lightened as the professor approached the mob of students. The professor chuckled as he welcomed the students and explained how they were supposed to get off the ground before summoning the brooms for them. The students did as they were instructed, and within fifteen minutes everyone was floating above the ground. It had all happened so fast; all of it starting with an innocent sneeze. Gordon, a boy very gifted in astronomy, had sneezed, causing his broom to shoot him up into the air and hit his head off of one of the over hangings. He had fallen twenty-five or more feet. He had lain still; his only motion was his quick breaths. The professor had run to his side and rushed him up to the Hospital Wing; not before ordering everyone off their brooms and telling them that class was dismissed.

The two houses did not disperse to do their own things, but, instead, clumped together. There was obviously something going on in the center of it all. Wynter was not one to enjoy disputes, but from all the yelling, she feared someone would get hurt. She found her way through the people until she reached the center. There stood Roan Cruhorn and Thyra, positively enraged with each other.

"Don't EVER say that again," Thyra said. There was and underlying threat. Roan smirked and laughed maliciously; Wynter had never found him to be very likeable.

"Not like it's the worst thing about your family; I heard your mother is a werewolf," Roan said. The other Ravenclaws around him jeered; obviously enjoying the pain they were causing Thyra. The Gryffindors only growled in response. Thyra stood there, frozen; something had hit home on the last remark.

"So, it's true then?" His eyebrow lifted inquiringly. A girl behind Roan repeated what he had said and laughed. Wynter noticed that Thyra's hands were clenched at his side. She was afraid of what he would do under all the pressure.

"What would you know? All you can afford is news from the rats!" hissed Helen in Thyra's defence. Roan growled deep in his throat, as did the rest of the Ravenclaws there. Roan's anger passed quickly.

"Well, I heard your mother is a mudblood. That is almost as bad as his mother being a werewolf," he jerked his thumb towards Thyra and exhumed a hearty laugh.

Wynter felt her own teeth grit; what right did he have to say those things? Her own brother was a werewolf; what did that make her? She did not understand what was wrong with being, or having a mother who was a mudblood. From what she had heard, Lily was half human, and an excellent witch.

She looked at Gwen whose eyes were slits and her hands clenched together so tight that a drop of blood fell. Wynter switched her gaze to Thyra, he had regained his composure, or so she had thought. Her eyes saw his hand come up quickly as he darted in front of Roan and serve him a punch in the mouth. He then flicked out his wand.

Seeing Roan pull out his own, Wynter reached for hers as she saw everyone else doing the same. Though it seemed like people had the courage to stand behind their leader in the quarrel, they began to slowly slink away until there were only few left to help stand up for their house. She then saw Roan's eyes flick to her and a thought passed over his eyes.

"Look who it is, Remus Lupin's little sister. You probably think you are high and mighty with am older brother that seems popular. Let me tell you, he is nothing but a coward; he refuses duals, doesn't stand up for himself, hides behind his friends and is only popular because of James."

Wynter could have collapsed. She had never heard anyone talk about her brother like that before. She had looked up to Remus since she was a young child. She felt her jaw begin to tremble but reminded herself of her own promise to herself. She did not give Roan the pleasure of a response, but only glared at him in pure hatred.

"That's enough! This was between you and me, remember?" Thyra said angrily.

Roan let out a low laugh as he turned his attention back to the enraged Thyra. Roan and Thyra lifted their wands at the same time and shot curses at each other. They were both blown off their feet; Thyra on the ground bleeding and Roan also on the ground; his body twitching as he screamed in pain. Gwen had knelt beside her brother and tried to help heal his wounds as Ravenclaws tried to help Roan.

Wynter went to Thyra's side as well and brought her wand to his nose which looked broken. She said a quick incantation and a white light shone. Thyra's nose's bleeding began to let up. She started healing on his other more serious injuries before leaving the rest of it to Gwen. Wynter then got up and went over to Roan.

At least I'm good at something… She thought. She noticed the suspicious glares the Ravenclaws were giving her as she made her way to the screaming Roan's side. She squatted beside him and looked at his face. Did he deserve to be helped after all that he had said? No one but her could help him until Madam Pomfrey had a look at him. She knew her own spells would work much better than any of the other first years at this moment.

She raised her want and noticed that all the Ravenclaws had their hands on their wands in cased she tried to something to harm him even more. She whispered the spell and Roan shone for a moment. His screaming had become a low moan as Wynter looked up to see angry teachers.

It was the second week of school, not many people were over the incident between Thyra and Roan yet. Thyra and Roan were just out of the hospital wing; Gwen had stayed with Thyra as much as she could without being kicked out. She had thanked Wynter many times for healing Thyra before the teachers had come to see what was happening. Turns out, if she had not of been there then the two boys would still be on those beds.

It was nearing the end of Potions class with one of her least favourite teachers, Professor Slughorn. Wynter was now seated next to Gwen who had taken a liking to her after the fight. Neither Wynter nor Gwen were very good with anything to do with potions class.

Slughorn had checked over all their work; his face trying to mask the disgust at Gwen and Wynter's work. Gwen was at least passing, but Wynter could not tell the difference between rat tail and a frog tongue. The professor tapped his wand against his desk and announced that class was over and that they were dismissed. He stopped Wynter before she left the class and to talk to her as his next class began filing into the room.

"What is it professor?" she asked, confused.

"I can tell you have a lot of skill, but you seem to be struggling in this class. I was thinking of setting you up with one of my older and very advanced students to tutor you. What do you think, my girl?" he asked, as if she actually had a choice.

"That would be great, professor," she said politely, with a forced smile. Slughorn clapped his hands together with a smile upon his face.

"Great! Then le me see what my student I have in mind thinks," he said. To Wynter's surprise, he called over a boy with long, greasy dark hair and a scowl on his face; Severus Snape. He talked to him for a moment and gestured towards her a few times. Snape had nodded and the two of them approached Wynter.

"Great, this has all worked out to plan!" His grin had become cheesier. "This is Severus Snape. I will leave it to you two to figure out times and such. Now, I must be getting back to the class. Here, my girl, take this for when you get to your next class." He had handed her a slip of paper to admit her to her next class. Slughorn was off, settling his rowdy class down as Snape's scowl seemed to take over his whole face and body, if that is even possible.

"Tutoring will be at nine in this room on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays." With that he turned and sat in his seat, leaving Wynter to travel to her next class, wondering why Snape hated her so much.

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