Chapter 5: A New Day

Quena Weasley woke up the next morning to find herself in the girl's dormitory at Hogwarts. I thought there was something funny about my bedding. Quena thought. She woke up and looked over at Lily. Stuck up Potter. I don't see why James and her wasn't sorted into Slytherin. With those attitudes I would. Quena thought.

Quena walked into the girl's bathroom, took a quick shower, and walked down to the common room, to find Regulus and Carrie downstairs.

"Hey cousin!" Carrie announced. Quena nodded her head and headed out of the potrait hole. Entering the Great Hall, she saw Perseus and Misha Malfoy sitting at the Slytherin table. Danged purebloods. Quena thought. She took a seat next to Meghan Black and Sakura Wood. "Hey guys." Quena mumbled.

Both Meghan and Sakura looked at her. She must of had a bad night. Well, she did sleep peaceful at times though. Meghan thought.

"Hey there, Quen. Everything going all right for you?" Meghan asked. "Uh...yeah...sure." Quena said, eating some of her toast and jam. "Everything's perfect at the moment."

As breakfast passed, Quena joined her fellow girls in the common room, just to joke around. James had left with Regulus that morning to go to Transfiguration, while Carrie had decided to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Sakura. Then, there was a knock on the window and Quena saw an owl. She opened the window the owl sat down on her chair.

"Hey you! That's my bloody chair!" Quena said. Both Meghan and Lily giggled. Everyone was sort of on civil terms at the moment. The owl gave a hoot and Quena grabbed the letter. The owl flew to the mantle above the fireplace and sat down to watch. "What's it say?" Lily asked. "Yeah, read it out loud." Meghan stated, starting to get comfortable.

Dear Quena,

How's the life at Hogwarts suiting you? I'm very happy to hear that you made it to Gryffindor. Your mother and father would be so proud. Father, quit taking up the whole parchment. I want to write too. Katherine, go and sit down. You can wait your turn. I'm not going to wait all bloody night, father. I should have every right to write her. Katherine Rose Lupin, get over here this instant and leave your father alone! But mother...

All right, it's just me now. Sorry about earlier. It's been hectic without you around here. I miss you sweetheart. You mean the world to me if something ever happened to you...like your brother. But, that's not what I want to tell you.

Quena, you'll soon be expierencing new powers soon. Not too many that we're aware of, but plenty of them. Dumbledore is still there to help you. Even if you're Ron and Hermione's daughter, you have every right to ask questions. Keep this in mind though. Don't turn your back on anyone and keep your eyes on the right road.

Love always,

Remus

Quena looked at Meghan and Lily. They both had fallen fast asleep in their seats. Next time, I'm not reading anything without putting a charm on it. Quena thought.

As noon came around, Quena went to Potions. Professor Snape was still the teacher, that everyone was aware of. He was the snottiest person in all of Hogwarts. Some thought that old age was creeping around the corner and haunting him down, while others thought it was time to retire for good. Albus Dumbledore, still current Headmaster of Hogwarts, had old age creeping up on him. Some things never change. Quena thought.

"All right, you students. Settle down." Snape said to the class. Everyone continued to talk. He got his wand out and pointed it at the ceiling, making a gun shot produce from the end of it. Everyone instantly shut their mouths and faced foward.

"All right, now. We're going to be starting this class a little different today. Who here can tell me what Harry Potter did?" Snape asked, looking at all the students.

Not one student walked out of Potions that day without a deal to hold back. Quena followed Lily and Meghan into the Great Hall. Lily looked at Quena as they sat down at their spot.

"What's wrong, Quen?" Lily asked. Quena looked at her. "He was my father..." Quena whispered to herself. Lily leaned in. "What was that, Weasley?" Lily asked. Quena's eyes filled with tears. "That was my bloody father! How could he choose the topic to talk about my father?" Quena cried. Meghan began to comfort Quena.
"It's all right, Quen. We're here for you. We'll get the sneaky dirty bastard one of these days. Why don't you grab a bite to eat?" Meghan asked. Quena nodded and grabbed a plate to but potatoes on.

The day however, wasn't progressing that well. Everyone earned points for good deeds, everyone but Quena. There was no turning the clock back now, not when everything she ever dreamed was going down the hole. There is no place like home. Quena thought.

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Author's Note: So, what'd you think of this chapter. Yes, it's quite short and not full of laughter. Please, tell me what you think I can do to make it better. I'm actually running out of ideas here. And no, Lily and Quena are not friends, just on civil terms.