A/N: This fic follows my OC through all her years at Hogwarts, so for the most part it is rated K+ to T. The only M rated part would be the last few chapters, I suppose.

Disclaimer: JKR is the creater of Harry Potter, and I am not. The only thing that belongs to me is my OC.

Chapter 2: First Year

I got up early the next morning to wash my face with cold water so the swelling would go down from the crying. I then got dressed in my robs and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. When I walked in, I was immediately booed by all the Slytherins. I kept my face blank as I sat at the end of the table. I heard the teachers shush the Slytherins and then the murmuring of the other Houses. Apparently, they weren't use to people hating people in their own House. I didn't look up as I ate, at least not until a man with shoulder-length greasy black hair and a long crooked nose handed me a piece of paper. I glanced up at him.

"Your schedule, Green."

"Thank you, Professor…" I trailed off, blushing, not knowing who he was.

"Snape. Professor Snape, the head of your House." he said in a cold and mean voice. "You should know this."

"I'm sorry. I'm muggle born, so I don't know much here, Professor."

"You should have asked some of the other students,"

"I'm muggle born," this time I spoke with venom. "They don't exactly love me, Professor." he stared at me for a minute before leaving to hand out other schedules. I sighed, glancing down at mine. I got up and started to my first class. Once again the Slytherin booed. The teachers shushed them. The other Houses murmured. And I noticed the Potter boy get up with a red head, and they murmured about him, too. Apparently, both me and the Potter boy were anomalies here.

I was walking away from my last class, Potions with the Gryffindors, when Draco walked up to me. I didn't even look at him as I tried to walk past him, but he wouldn't have that. He shoved me into a wall, then walked by. I didn't say anything as I picked up my potions book. I heard the Gryffindors mumbling, wondering why he had done that, but I didn't say anything. I glanced up to see Professor Snape watching with a look I didn't recognize in his face. I turned and walked swiftly to the Great Hall.

I was booed, again, and the teachers hushed them, again. It seemed this was going to be a daily occurrence. I sighed, going to my spot by myself at the end of the table. After dinner, I decided to go for a walk around the lake. Soon, I had company. Unwanted company.

"Hey! Hey mud-blood!" I turned to see some older Slytherin girls walking up to me, along with Millicent Bulstrode. I sighed. I opened my mouth to say something but an older girls fist was in my face before I could say anything. I fell to the ground, surprised. I went to get up but Millicent kicked me in the stomach. I fell back to the ground, unable to breath. Soon, a torrent of fists and feet were beating down on me, unable to do anything but try to protect my head.

"HEY!" I heard someone shout. The girls around me took off, laughing. I heard three people run up to me. I sat up, groaning. I looked up to see the Potter kid, a genius who I had learned was Hermione Granger, and a red head named Ron Weasley.

"Hey, are you alright? Those stupid Slytherins always messing with us other Houses…." the red head trailed off, looking more closely at me.

"You're a Slytherin!" Potter exclaimed. I got up, trying to hold in the groan of pain, but I'm sure it showed on my face.

"Yea, unfortunately," I said quietly.

"You should go to the headmaster!" Granger said.

"No. I won't be a snitch. That'll just make this ten times worse. I just have to stick it out," I said, walking away.

"Where are you going?" Asked Granger.

"Back to my House,"

"What? After what they did to you, you want to go back?" Potter asked. I turned around quickly, suddenly furious.

"Yea? Well were the hell should I go, hmmm? Because that stupid hat put me in Slytherin, somewhere I obviously don't belong, I'm now stuck there!" I yelled, mad that they had friends and a place to go.

"…come back with us," suggested Weasley. The other two turned to look at him in shock, then smiled and looked back at me.

"I…I can't do that…isn't it against the rules?" I tried to keep the hope out of my voice but failed miserably.

"Who cares?" Potter said, and I heard Granger gasp.

"I care!" she said.

"Well, would you like her to get beat up again?"

"…no, but…" she trailed off.

"It's fine. I won't tell anyone you are the ones who let me in," I said softly. They smiled at the solution. Potter grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the castle, Weasley and Granger trailing behind. People looked at us strangely when they seen us, but the trio of them ignored it. "I'm Jaxon Green, by the way," I said, not knowing if they knew my name or not.

"Harry Potter," he said. They looked at me, waiting for something, so I nodded. Harry beamed at me.

"Hermione Granger,"

"Ron Weasley," I smiled at them all, glad someone was at least pretending to like me. When we had climbed many flights of stairs, Hermione whispered to them and took off.

"Since you are in another House, and Slytherin no less, you have to close your eyes, ok?" Asked Harry. I nodded, closing my eyes as tight as possible. Then Ron grabbed my other hand and together they guided me.

"Step up high, here." I did as he said, but my foot still skimmed something and I stumbled forward a little. I had heard talking, but all of a sudden it was dead quiet.

"You can open your eyes now," Harry murmured to me. I opened them, gasping at the common room they had. It had brilliant shades of gold and red all around, and it looked so homey and comfortable. But then I noticed some of the glares I was getting and closed my mouth, looking uncomfortable. Another red head, looking way older than Ron, walked up to us.

"Aren't you a Slytherin?" He asked, sounding mean.

"Yes," I mumbled. He turned to look at Ron.

"Just because your older brother is a prefect doesn't mean you can do what you want."

"Wow, you two are brothers?" I asked. They did look a little similar.

"Don't play dumb, Slytherin," the older Weasley said. "Everyone knows were related." I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "Now get out of here before I tell McGonagall!" I turned around to look at Harry and Ron, since Hermione had mysteriously disappeared, with a panicked look.

"Percy, you don't understand-" Ron started.

"I understand perfectly well. You two brought a Slytherin in our House!" he was sounding more and more angry. I took a deep breath, turned around and headed for what looked like the door.

"Jaxon, where are you going?" Harry asked.

"To my House." I said, turning to look back at them, smiling a pathetically fake smile.

"What? You can't go back there, not after what they di-" I cut Ron off.

"Shut up." I said, glancing around. He got the message.

"And your going to protect those idiots to by not telling anyone?" I nodded, continuing for the door. But before I could get there the door opened, two gangly people with red hair opened the door and stepped in. When they straightened out I could see they looked exactly the same. One glanced over at me.

"Wow. What happen to your face?" he said, leaning closer to examine it. I jerked my head away, but in turn, showed it to everybody else. I heard some gasp and some mutter. The other twin came over to me and looked to.

"It looks like some beat the bloody hell outta you," he said, sounding a little mad.

"They did," commented Ron. I turned around to glare at him.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up!" I hissed.

"Yea, it was a group of Slytherin." More people gasped at what Harry said. I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

"What, do I have to sow your mouths shut?" I said.

"Hey, but aren't you-"

"A Slytherin, too?" asked the twins, one finishing the others sentence. I looked at them, not saying anything. There faces suddenly darkened with rage, and I turned around to see Harry and Ron nodding behind my back.

"Geez, why don't you tell them my whole life story while your at it." I huffed. "What kinda people are you?" I said in a rhetorical manner.

"Your friends," Harry said, and I drew my head back like I'd been slapped. I didn't have friends. I've never had friends. Except Draco, and look at how that had turned out. I watched in shock as Ron turned to Percy.

"Now do you see why we had to bring her here? She can't stay there." Ron said.

"Well she can't stay here," Percy responded, and everyone booed him and threw crumpled up parchment at him.

"Well mate," said one of the twins, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"It looks like she's staying," the other said, coming up and wrapping his arm around my other shoulder. Percy glared at us before taking off to the stairs in a big huff. I glanced up at the two red heads by my side.

"Thank you," I said quietly. They laughed.

"No problem," the one on my left said. "Fred Weasley and George Weasley, at your service," he continued, and they both bowed to me. I giggled.

"Jaxon Green," I said, smiling at them.


So, let me know what you think. Pretty please? And, in this story, I might twick things a bit from the original story line, just because it fits better. Sorry about that.