I look up at Professor Snape.

"That's Professor Snape," Percy says walking over and sitting across from me. "He teaches potions, but he doesn't want to. Everyone know he's after Quirrell job, the defense against the dark arts Professor. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

I just sit and listen. I know the truth about Professor Snape. I know he is not a bad man. We sing the Hogwarts song.

"Ah, music," Dumbledore said. Wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircase. The portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as we passed. Twice Percy led us through doorways hidden behind side panels and hanging tapestries. We climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging our feet. We came to a sudden halt. A bundle of walking sticks was floating in mid air ahead of them and as Percy took a step towards them, they started throwing themselves at him.

"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves, show yourself."

A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered. "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" Percy asks. There was a pop and a little man with wicked dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.

"Ohhhh" He said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle firsties! What fun!"

He swooped suddenly as us. We all ducked.

"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" Barked Percy.

Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. We heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armours as he passed.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as we set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us Perfects. Here we are."

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" She says.

Caput Draconis," Percy says, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. We all scramble through. I help Neville into the common room.

Percy directed the girls to one staircase leading to a door for the girl's dormitory and us boys to the other on the opposite side of the room. We head up the spiral stairs to our dorm room. After saying goodnight to Hermione. We were obviously in one of the towers. Annmarie wrote about it in her Hogwarts a history book. There are five, four poster beds, hung with deep red velvet curtains. Our trunks were brought up by the house elves.

Mom told me to make sure I left something for the house elves always on the top of my trunk. She says it helps the elves treat you better, with some favouritism. We pull on our pyjamas and fall into bed. I think more of different things mom and dad told me. My mom told me that if you keep your area clean and leave treats for the house elves, then they will treat you well. I pull out my mirror.

"Sirius." I call into it.

"Hey pup," my dad says "How was your feast?"

"It was good. The third floor is off limits. Did that happen when you were here?" I ask him.

"No, let me ask Annmarie." He tells me "ANNMARIE." He yells

"Yes, Sirius." I hear in the background.

"Harry is on the mirror." Dad says to her.

"Oh," I hear then I see my mom pop into the mirror.

"Oh, Harry how was your first day?" She asks me.

"I met a new friend on the train." I tell them.

"Really? Thats amazing! Tell me all about them!" Mom says super excitedly. Even dad looks excited.

"Her name is Hermione. She loves to read. She's in Gryffindor with us, but she also could have been in Ravenclaw. She's also a muggleborn." I tell them.

"Alright, so we will have to take her under our wing." Mom says. "I will make sure to send her a sorting package as well. Keep your eyes out for that tomorrow at breakfast."

"Does she have an owl?" Dad asks.

"No, she doesn't," I answer back shaking my head.

"That's okay, we will keep an eye out for a good one for her." Dad tells me. I smile at them glad that they accepted my friend so easily.

"Is there another reason you called?" Dad asks noticing my hesitation.

"Yes, was the third floor blocked off when you went here?" I ask her.

"No, not at all. Just the forest. You saw Hagrid. What did he have to say?" She asks me.

"Very smart." My dad says in the background.

"He told me he did an important task for Dumbledore." I tell her.

"Well then, that probably has something to do with it. He never did know when to keep something a secret." She tells me chuckling. "How was Professor Snape?"

"He seemed to look alright." I tell them. "The school seem to be treating him like the villain. He apparently wants the defence against the dark art position."

"Yes, he does. He wants to teach children the dangers of magic and break the curse on the position." Mom tells me.

"What curse?" I ask.

"Ever since Tom Riddle attended, there has never been a defence Professor that lasts over a year." Sirius says coming into the mirror again. "It's said that Tom Riddle wanted to position and when he was rejected by Dumbledore, he cursed it."

"What a lovely tale." Mom tells dad.

"I thought it was an interesting story." Dad says.

"I do as well. So, I included it in the Hogwarts a history book." Mom tells us.

"You did?" Dad asks shocked.

"I did, I included a few of the legends so it is a good reference for you, during your years there." She tells me. "I do hope you will share it with your brothers and sister when they attend."

"You know I will mom." I tell her looking down and blushing.

"Who are you talking to?" I hear Ronald Weasley ask me.

"No one." I tell him hiding my mirror under my bedding. He pulls back the curtains. "I'm just talking to myself."

"Okay, Night Harry." He says closing the curtain.

"You should get some sleep and I need to make a gift for Hermione " My mom says when I pull the mirror out from under the covers.

"Yes, I should." I tell them.

"Night Harry." Mom tells me.

"Night Harry." I hear dad say.

"Night mom and dad." I tell them. Putting the mirror upside down on my nightstand beside my new bed.

I fall asleep thinking of my family. I have a strange dream of me wearing Professor Quirrell's turban, which kept talking to me, telling me I must transfer to Slytherin at once, because it's my destiny.