(Author's Note – Originally, I was planning on updating this tomorrow, but I've decided to post this up now, considering I made you guys wait for the last one. Now some things will be different from the story but I'll try to stay close to the story. Now as before, I don't own Harry Potter, just the OCs on the story. Now Enjoy!)
Oh whoever, is shaking me, please stop. I'm trying to sleep. Well, I haven't sleep as good as I want. I didn't fall asleep until 1 am. Ok, that's it, anymore shaking, and I will grab them by the throat and I will straggle them. Then a voice enter my ear drums.
"Come on, Sophie, wake up." That voice turned out to be Hermione. I half-opened my eyes and to see her standing next to my bed.
"What? Hermione, It's Six am." I protested. She just looks at me wide eyed.
"Better be early than late." She said.
"Alright, Alright, I'm up, I'm up." I said. I jumped off my bed, grabbed my damn uniform and headed for the showers. The showers were nice and warm against my naked body. Oh my god, some of the bruises I got from some of the kids. I don't want anyone to see it. After five minutes, I dried off and put me clothes, brush my teeth, looked at my hair, yep, still crazy and I walk out of the room. I quickly joined Hermione in the common room. After she got my tie sorted out, we walk outside to head to the great hall for breakfast. The eyes won't get off me. There was also whispers around, I can just hear them, taunting me, fearing me, hating me. Yeah, whatever my parents has done, it must has been severe. We reached the great hall and oh man, I can all ready start to smell the bacon, eggs, sausages, you name it. We sat down around the middle of the dinner table and started to dig into the food.
"So what classes are you looking forward to?" Hermione asked me
"Potions, Transfigurations, and defence against the dark arts is interesting too." I answered.
"Me too" She said but then we saw Harry and Ron enter the hall with all eyes landing on him. I can tell he doesn't like the attention. Then our head of house spoke.
"First years, here are your timetables. You are not allowed to skip any classes unless otherwise. Skipping class without a valid reason with result in detention and loss of points, however, for lateness, first week, I'll let get away with it, but after that, no excuses." She said. We took the timetables and we had a look at our classes.
Monday:
-Potions
-Defence Against the Dark Arts (D.A.D.A)
-Flying
-Astronomy
Tuesday:
-Charms
-History of Magic
-Flying
-Astronomy
Wednesday:
-Potions
-Herbology
-Flying
-Astronomy
Thursday:
-Charms
-Transfiguration
-Flying
-Astronomy
Friday:
-Double potions
-Flying
-Astronomy
"Wow, so many classes. We should head off to class." I said.
"Yeah, we should." Hermione said. And we both started heading off to our first ever class.
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We had two more classes before dinner and I just wanted it to end. Me and Hermione reached the classroom in the dungeons where we gladly took our seats, Harry and Ron sat next to us but the already annoying Draco Malfoy was in front of us with his Cronies, Crap & Godzilla. Snape entered the room once everyone was seated, his cloak billowing behind him dramatically and a scowl on his face.
"There will be no wand waving in my class," Snape began, making the room fall silent. "You are here to learn the subtle art of potion making, although I highly doubt that any of you can appreciate the beauty and grace of a well brewed potion." He looked around, his coal black eyes landing on poor Harry. He squirmed slightly, but stared back. He continued, "In this class I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death –if you aren't a load of morons as I usually have to teach."
"Harry Potter, our new celebrity," he said with a sneer. ""Potter!" Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He asked Harry. I see Hermione's hand shoot straight up.
"I-I don't know, sir." Harry said.
"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked again
"I don't know." He said again
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He said again.
"I don't know" Harry said a little more annoyed
"Well, clearly fame isn't everything." Snape said again. He sent us off to work on mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. Me and Hermione paired up together, working well and even though Snape swept around the room, criticizing nearly everyone except for Draco Malfoy, he was unable to find anything wrong with their potion. Suddenly, acrid green smoke and a loud hissing sound filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt his partner Seamus' cauldron, and their bright green potion was seeping across the floor. Snape looked extremely angry as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the mess that used to be a potion. "Evanesco," he snarled, and the potion immediately vanished into thin air. Snape turned to Seamus. "You there, get him the Hospital Wing!" he said angrily. After that little disaster, the class was over. But before me and Hermione left the room.
"Lestrange, I would like to have a word with you." Snape said. I look at him confused. What did I do?
"Wait for me outside" I told Hermione. She nodded before leaving the room. I walked up to his table before saying, "yes sir?" I asked.
"I would like to know hoe you, Sophie, the daughter of the Rodolphus & Bellatrix Lestrange, the purest of all pure-bloods, manage to end up in Gryffindor." Snape said with a sneer.
"The hat said that I would've fitted all houses but it chose Gryffindor." I answered.
"You should've been put in Slytherin, you would have done well in my house." He said.
"I'm sorry sir but you're wrong." I said before walking out of the classroom. I joined Hermione who was still waiting for me.
"What did he want?" She asked.
"Oh not much." I said. Hermione nodded before we walked off to Transfiguration. As usual, we were the earliest to the classroom. We sat at the front of the class for the best learning experience. The rest of the class started to come inside.
"Gee, I wonder where Professor McGonagall is?" I asked Hermione. Just then the cat on the desk let out a loud meow and jumped off. Within an instant, the cat was no more and Professor McGonagall was standing in its place, a stern look on her face. Wow, I hope to we get to do that.
"Welcome to Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall greeted them. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Hermione's hand was in the air. "Professor, will we learn to transform like you just did?" she asked curiously.
"Not in my classroom," Professor McGonagall responded. "I am what you may call an Animagus, which is a person who can morph him or herself into a specific animal at will. It is a long and very dangerous task to learn. All animagi are to be registered with the Ministry of Magic."
After copying down pages upon pages of notes, Professor McGonagall gave each student a match and they were told to try and turn it into a needle. I was confused; what was the purpose of this? The notes they had taken hadn't really explained to me exactly how to transfigure her match. I raised my hand in the air, and the professor walked over.
"Yes, Ms. Lestrange?" McGonagall asked.
"Umm… I was just wondering how exactly we're supposed to do this. Are we supposed to visualize it changing, or do we have to do something else?" I asked.
Professor McGonagall gave me a look before saying, "You must point your wand at the match and say the spell, all the while trying to morph your match into a needle with your mind. Some people find that visualizing the object changing helps." I nodded and I pointed my wand at the match and said the spell, doing exactly what the professor had recommended. To my surprise, the match had transfigured into a silver, pointy needle. Next to me, I heard Hermione exclaim in glee as her own match turned into a needle.
By the end of the class, me and Hermione were the only ones to have transfigured our matches. Professor McGonagall gave us each a smile as she inspected our work.
"Well done, you two. Excellent transfiguration skills," the professor said. We both smiled at this achievement and we both went down to dinner. After a little while, I get a tap on the shoulder.
"Thomas" I exclaimed.
"Hello, Sophie and Hermione, congratulations on the both of you making Gryffindor." He said. Just then, a blonde girl walk over to us.
"Hello, Hermione." She said.
"Hello, Ducky." Hermione responded.
"So you must be Sophie Lestrange. I had the pleasure of knowing your parents when I came to Hogwarts." She told me. I nodded at her before she left. "She knew my parents?" I asked Thomas.
"Yes, but let's say, they never really got along." He said and then walked off.
"How does he know you, Hermione?" I asked.
"Ducky's my sister. She's his squadron leader." Hermione said.
"Hermione, just tell me, did my parents had anything to do with the dark lord?" I asked her.
"Well, Do you really want to know?" She asked me. I nodded. "Your parents fought on long side him." She told me. So that's why I'm hated, they fought with him. "Sophie, are you alright?" Hermione asked me.
"Yeah, I just got lost in thought." I said. After returning to the common room, and having a shower, we bid each other good night before heading to bed. The thoughts of what I heard about what my parents did still weighting down in my mind.
(Author's Note – So Sophie now knows about what her parents did and why they were behind bars, sad eh? Next time, She learns how to fly, meets Draco for the first time, and the three-headed dog. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)