I sincerely apologize for updating this a little late but there are 7 of us in my house and we have scheduled turns on the laptop (computer is broken, and I was using that when I started this story). The only time I get an unscheduled turn is for school work. My brother Alexander (big brother or the eldest sibling who attends university) let me borrow his laptop shortly; he is Belle's dad namesake because we have a real close relationship which I depict as father and daughter in this story. I am not the daddy's girl; my second oldest brother is the daddy's boy because they both are extremely sporty and similar in nearly every way possible. I am the big brothers little sister who gets away with everything under the sun and Alexander babies me and spoils me. We are my inspiration for Alex/Belle and my third oldest brother is the perfect boy in the house which is Lily sort of in this story (my mum adores him, though he over gels his hair and combs it back, sort of like Draco Malfoy in the first movie). Petunia is my daddy's boy brother the 2nd oldest who bosses everyone around, I don't get along with him at times (oil and water) but who babied me in a bossy way. Belle's inspiration is nobody really, I mean I am not like her at all and neither is anyone in my family. Actually I take that back, I like Naruto so I got the idea of her giving people a chance from him, her gutsy attitude, childlike behaviour and determination as well. I just made her blunt, self-conscious, opinionated and real argumentative instead of soft, innocent, naïve; perfect and sweet like others sometimes make OC's. Belle's bravery and confidence she kind of let's on because truthfully she is really self-conscious and compares herself to Lily all of the time. During childhood she was in Lily's shadow, she fought to be noticed and so she caused trouble hence why her mum and dad call her the brat or troublemaker. Why am I writing this? Well because my friend Ally asked what my inspiration was and so I'm telling you guys in case you want to know my inspiration. Belle is not going to be perfect, she is going to have flaws and she is going to make mistakes because she is only human (though fictional). I am not going to be making her powerful; she is good at flying naturally as a gift. I forgot to mention her wand. It is spruce wood, phoenix feather, 12 ½ inches and is slightly springy so that's why I made her good at charms since Lily had a springy wand and Ollivander said she would be good at charms. Anyways to the story before I ramble on more

Chapter six:

"Now put your leg closest to the broom over it and get ready to hover" Madam Hawkling instructs, trying to ignore the fiery redhead who is still furiously glaring at her. Amber nervously puts her leg over. The last time her dad took her and her sister flying she ended up falling and breaking her arm. Belle however is a little excited and she without hesitating does as she is told but her blood still boils as she looks at her teacher.

"Hey, Belle you should relax. Madam Hawkling was just testing us, give her a break. Amber should have handled it herself" Mary MacDonald whispers to Belle, her baby blue eyes gaze sideways at Belle.

Belle swivels to face Mary, her fiery red French plait whipping around to hit the side of her face. In the depth of her apple green eyes anger is clearly shimmering, she stares unwaveringly at Mary and she tries to keep herself calm and collected. "She should not have needed to handle herself, the test was completely unnecessary. This class is on flying and we should only be tested on that not on a completely different matter such as bullying" Belle whispers harshly back, the malice being heard distinctly in her tone of voice. Belle is going to burst at any moment like a volcano except instead of erupting lava she is going to let out a string of curses.

"I was just giving you my opinion, you don't have to snap at me" Mary hisses quietly, the words meant for Belle's ears and her ears alone.

"I was just giving my opinion as well, if you interpret it as me snapping at you then so be it" Belle replies back softly, venom dripping off every single word she spoke. Belle turns to face forward causing her to miss the dirty look the baby blue eyed blonde sends her way.

Amber bites her lip nervously and brushes a dark brown lock behind her ear, and she quickly glances sideways at Belle only to avert her gaze when she sees Mary glaring daggers at her. 'Great, now I am going to be known as the scaredy cat girl in Gryffindor' she thinks miserably, the Slytherins occasionally mutter her name and even though it is a soft whisper she hears them.

"Good" Hawkling remarks with approval as she looks at each of her students "now hover on the broom, release your feet from the ground" she instructs.

Belle hovers above the ground, excitement tears at her seams and a huge smile graces her face. The anger she felt towards Hawkling and Mary MacDonald immediately dissolves into thin air. Merely hovering above the ground gives her thrills she couldn't imagine the feeling of flying with the wind blowing her hair. James glances at her from the corner of his eye and smiles dreamily as he sees the excitement shining in her green orbs. His smile disappears when he notices Severus smiling at her, the greasy boy needed to keep his eyes and smiles to himself. James smirks while a devious glint gleams in his hazel eyes and Sirius catches his friend's look knowing the plan would go ahead this lesson. Both boys have noticed that Severus seems to have his nose buried in a book, once they looked closer in Charms they saw that the title read 'the diary of the half-blood Prince'. They didn't know Belle and Lily gave it to Severus the previous Christmas after they learnt his mother's maiden name is Prince, James didn't know ruining a book Belle and Lily had saved up all their spare change for would extremely annoy and upset Belle.

Amber shrieks in horror when her broom starts to go wild, her dad had warned her that like a horse a broom could smell fear and would act on it. She goes soaring 5ft into the air, her hands gripping the broom stick tightly and she clenches her eyes shut. She had just let herself go up to hover in the air and her broom just began to act up.

"Amber" Belle exclaims with concern and horror at the same time Madam Hawkling yells out in surprise "Miss Nuteye-Foxtin"

Amber goes soaring 10ft into the air, the broom bucking wildly and trying with all its might to knock Amber off who continued to grip it tightly. She screams in horror when she opens her eyes and notices how high up in the air she is. She stares at the roof in horror and then finally her eyes avert to the ground and they release a few tears.

Belle flies up on her broom without a second thought and zooms madly towards her friend, to her horror Amber is bucked off the broom and is plummeting to the ground in lightning speed. Amber keeps her eyes clenched shut waiting for the horrific impact but opens her eyes in fright when she hears a loud 'oof' emit from someone's mouth.

Belle grimaces in pain as she peers at Amber who is sitting bridal style on her lap, Amber wraps her arms tightly around Belle's neck practically strangling the girl and she sobs uncontrollably. 'I'm never going to fly again, I was given feet not wings for a reason' Amber thinks and she hides her face by her friend's torso so she can't see the judgemental eyes of her peers. Belle flies slowly and carefully down to the ground, one hand being squashed by Amber but is still able to navigate, the other holding the sobbing girl just in case and Madam Hawkling immediately grabs the crying Amber when she lands.

"I will take you to the sickbay, oh your poor girl. Class behave while I am gone and no flying around, please land and no funny business" Madam Hawkling instructs sternly before escorting the hysterical Amber to the sickbay to get the girl examined, she is positively a mess.

James flies towards Belle and he pats her on the back when he arrives next to her. He smiles proudly at Belle who is still in shock from the whole ordeal "nice save, Evans. You are a natural like me. My dad said when I got on the broom when I was three that I was good at it straight away" James says arrogantly, his hazel eyes shine showing his pride and they seem to shine brighter when they notices the pink hue adorning Belle's cheeks.

"Thank you, James" Belle's eyes sparkle with happiness which James admires and adrenaline courses through her veins still. The thrill of flying quickly to grab Amber has left her whole body humming in excitement and adrenaline; her heart is beating so fast it is like her chest is going to explode soon.

James feels butterflies emerge and flutter around in his eyes when Belle peers into the windows to his soul coloured with specks of gold, brown and green. His hearts flurries with happiness when he hears her say his first name instead of his surname, and he likes that her tone doesn't hold anger or malice when she says it. His ears take in the sweet sound of her saying his name and imprint vividly into his memory.

Severus feels his blood boil in his veins, how dare Potter talk to HIS best friend and why is HIS best friend talking back without labelling him as the scum he is. Severus narrows his coal eyes at the pair, his hearts constricts in his chest when he sees her smile sweetly to his foe. He couldn't understand how HIS best friend could give a smile usually belonging to him to someone as vile as James Potter. Never has Belle done that to any of his foe for instance a boy named Darius dared to insult him while he was at the park. His Lily soon forgave the boy whose smile was as sickly sweet as honey and befriended him to Severus' displeasure but Belle remained by his side, his loyal best friend. Severus averts his gaze to the ground, studying the lush green grass beneath him 'my eyes cannot be playing tricks on me or perhaps they are because I have never seen grass so green before. Mother always said the grass is always greener to you on the other side but it is not when you are there. She is wrong because this grass is greener here, Hogwarts is better than home. Yet at home Belle would never betray me, is this fates ploy? Fate gives me a privilege and in return takes another. James usurped that sweet smile from my best friend with his words that are much sweeter than his intention' Severus thinks bitterly. His coal eyes flicker to study his best friend with intensity 'if she cannot see the mask then I will peel it off for her to see; the real James Potter' he thinks and he smirks smugly at James.

The class doesn't notice the blue eyes belonging to Professor McGonagall peering at them from her classroom window; her stern exterior hides the pure joy she currently embraces inwardly while she looks at the redhead. Tony Shortneck graduated last year and he was the Gryffindor seeker, she couldn't lose to the old bickering buffoon Slughorn, the man is kind she acknowledges but losing the Quidditch Cup to his House is the last thing she will do. She opens her window loudly and purposely to gain the attention of the class. She grasps one of the rubber balls on top of her desk that she confiscated earlier from the Prewitt duo. They were throwing them at Slytherin students earlier in her Transfiguration class, and continued to do so not noticing her entering her classroom which is probably because she was in her animagus form. She throws the rubber ball into the air knowing that there is a big chance the girl, Miss Evans would ignore it and she would have to go down and get it but being the gutsy Gryffindor she is she goes for the small chance of the girl getting it.

Belle impulsively zooms towards the ball, the broom and she both goes soaring upwards but at great speed the ball heads towards the ground. Thoughtless she goes plummeting towards the ground on the broom and she thrusts a hand out to grasp the rubber ball. She pulls the broom up a little and regains balance just above the ground, her apple green eyes studying the ball in her hand. Belle flies towards Professor McGonagall's window and hands the ball back to Professor McGonagall.

Her whole class burst into a whole lot of soft murmurs apart from Sirius and James who loudly cheer for their fellow Gryffindor.

"Um Professor, you should not be throwing balls because it could have injured someone" Belle says nervously, the power that McGonagall emits is extremely intimidating to Belle especially when combined with the stern look on the grumpy woman's face.

"Miss Evans, come to my office as soon as the bell for lunch sounds" Professor McGonagall instructs firmly, she spins on her heel and walks away leaving no room for argument from the redheaded girl.

Belle grimaces knowing she can be in big trouble for flying without the guidance of Hawkling and she slowly flies back to her class. When she lands she is engulfed by students who ask her numerous questions in sync.

"How did you do that?"

"Have you flown before?"

"Evans isn't a pureblood surname are you half-blood?"

"How did you catch the ball? It was falling fast"

"Are you in trouble with Professor McGonagall? I heard she is stern"

"Nice catch, have you done stuff like that before?"

"How could you fly like that?"

"Can you teach me how to do that?"

Belle backs away from her classmate's "I can't answer your questions when you all talk at the same time. I haven't flown on a broom before this day; I don't know how I did it and have never done it before so I can't teach you. I am muggle-born and I don't know whether I am in trouble or not. I just answered the questions that stood out" Belle exclaims loudly over the voices of those still asking questions.

"Trust a Gryffindor to show off, and what is worse is that you are a filthy little mud blood. You need to be put in your place mud blood" Evan hisses out angrily, he narrows his steel silver coloured eyes coldly at Belle while he strolls towards her with Wilkes, Mulciber and Avery behind him.

James pushes out of the crowd and points his wand at Evan "take that back Rosier, don't you ever call her that filthy word" James bellows angrily, his hazel eyes gleam with anger towards the boy.

Evan, Wilkes, Mulciber and Avery pulls out their wands and point them at James "you are outnumbered Potter, it would be better for a blood traitor like you to put away his wand" Evan remarks coldly, a smug smirk forms on his features.

Sirius, Remus and to James surprise Belle pull out their wands and point them at the Slytherins "No he isn't Rosier" Sirius replies, his tone filled with malice and anger "don't you ever call her that disgusting word, bit overused isn't it? I guess you're a bit dim if you have to use your parent's insults" he adds, smiling smugly at Evan mockingly.

"What is going on here" Hawkling screeches in a shrill tone while marching hastily towards the group. They all lower their wands and put them away when they see Hawkling power walking towards them.

"Well" Hawkling bellows in a demanding tone with one hand propped up on her hip, her eyes dart from one student to another.

"Evan and his little gang of pathetic slimy snakes called Belle a… The bad word certain dimwits call muggle-born witches and wizards" James replies with his eyes still narrowed and glaring at Evan.

"Is this true Miss Evans?" Hawkling asks with a disgusted look plastered on her face.

"Yes Madam Hawkling" Belle says immediately when Hawkling asks though she still is a tad bit confused with what the word 'mud-blood' means.

"They also threatened to put her in her place and in that phrase they used the word again Madam Hawkling" Sirius inputs furiously, his dark grey eyes trained on the group of Slytherins.

"Rosier, Mulciber, Wilkes, and Avery you have detention for two weeks with caretaker Pringle and I deduct 10 points each from Slytherin. It is the first day and you have already loss your house 40 points; you ought to be ashamed of yourself. I will also be speaking to your Head of House and you know that word is not to be used here at Hogwarts, I am ashamed of each of you" Hawkling proclaims, all the other Slytherins groan miserably and the four being punish scowl. They are extremely angry at James, Sirius, Remus and Belle but they are also scared as you can see fear shining in their eyes, probably because caretaker Pringle is famous for his corporal punishments.

The bell sounds (yes Hogwarts has a bell in my story, I don't know if it does in real lie) and the students all disperse and head to the Great Hall for morning tea or interval, while Hawkling gathers up the brooms and makes sure students don't take them.

Before James, Sirius and Remus leave Belle grasps James arm "James, what is… What is a mud blood?" Belle asks curiously, her eyebrows are furrowed and a puzzled expression she currently adorns on her features.

James hazel eyes narrow and he gazes unwaveringly into her green eyes "the word m… M-mud-blood is a bad word used by those who think muggle-born witches and wizards are inferior to them. The term means your blood is filthy, or dirty because you have muggle blood. It is insulting your muggle heritage in a way" James explains and Belle frowns while averting her gaze to the ground.

"What is wrong with being a muggle-born?" Belle asks softly, she doesn't understand what is wrong with her being from a muggle family.

"Nothing is wrong with being a muggle-born, nothing is wrong with being a muggle. Some dimwits seem to believe muggles are filth and scum, and that muggle-born witches and wizards are inferior because of their muggle heritage and that they don't deserve to have magic. But it doesn't matter what those dimwits think or say because nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with coming from a purely muggle family, it doesn't make you inferior or less deserving of having magic. Your magic is just as strong and you deserve magic just as much as we do" James says firmly to Belle who looks up at him and smiles gratefully, she feels reassured. James basically repeated what his father Charlus tells him all of the time.

"Thank you, for sticking up for me. All of you and thanks James, I suppose you are not too bad Potter" Belle smiles teasingly at the trio before releasing James arm and walking towards Severus who is waiting for her.

Belle feels her cheeks which arm warm from the heated blush adorning her cheeks, her heart flutters in her chest and a smile tugs at her lips as she thinks of what James said and done for her. She had thought of him much after meeting him at the Quidditch store but since the train incident she has not really liked the boy, but he stuck up for her when to her dismay Severus didn't.

'Why didn't Sev say anything, I'd defend him against my housemate's any day' Belle thinks sullenly, she looks at her best friend who smiles a little at her 'I know he doesn't like muggles, for instance his father and Tuney. Also other muggles, does he think badly of muggle-born witches and wizards? He always speaks badly about muggles, does he even like me? Does he think like Evan or James? The sorting hat is wrong, I'm not brave. I'm too scared to ask my best friend what his views on the whole matter are' Belle thinks to herself 'because you are scared of what his answer may be, you have an inkling to what it is but you would rather be ignorant' another part of her responds.

Deep down in her heart she wants to believe in Severus but her brain is telling her be honest with herself, and that the answer is clear. 'I believe in him, always have and always will. He deserves a chance to change his view' she tells the other part of her 'and if he doesn't' the logical part responds challengingly.

Belle averts her gaze to the ground and she furrows her eyebrows 'hopefully I won't have to cross that bridge' she replies, sadness filling her heart as she thinks of the possibility.

"What is wrong? Belle" Severus asks when she arrives at his side, and his coal eye bore into her green ones curiously searching for answers.

"Nothing Sev, let's go and meet Lily at the Great Hall" Belle answers with a forced smile on her face that doesn't meet her eyes. Severus looks curiously at her for a few seconds before nodding his head in agreement; he couldn't wait to see his Lily.

Belle looks over her shoulder to see James smiling warmly at her, a blush dusts itself onto her cheeks and she quickly turns to face the front. Her green eyes gaze side-ways at Severus, and she thinks of how James bully's him, how Severus is her best friend and how Severus dislikes the boy.

'Why is this so complicated? Sev is my best friend and I can't betray him. Besides James is just sticking up for me because I am a fellow Gryffindor' Belle thinks to herself and in this conflict her brain wins over her heart.

Quick sum of chapter/Author note:

Belle is naturally gifted in flying, and has to meet McGonagall at lunch time. She is scared to ask Snape what his view is on the blood subject, and she feels something for Potter but chooses Snape. I am not sure if I should put her on the Quidditch team in her first year so tell me what you think. Belle is conflict begins with Potter and Snape, and she finally realizes it's not all unicorns and cool magic in the magical world, that there is prejudice against muggle-born witches and wizards and that there are imperfections (that it isn't a perfect fantasy world). Potter and Snape mutually dislike each other and Belle is now in the middle. Next chapter has Lily's first day with her being in Ravenclaw and her meeting up with Snape and Belle. Please review and tell me what you think