Chapter 5
15 years passed..... 5th year

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I sat watching the new students arriving in the boats from my window. The nervous young witches and wizards twisting around in awe to catch a glimpse of the castle, the older students dragging their heels once they got out of the carriages, reluctant to be back. I ran out the door of my room and down the twisting narrow staircase that went up and down the length of the castle.

I saw the last of the first years and newer older students walk through the doors and joined them. They were all staring around the hall in awe, especially at the ceiling (which isn't really that great, you get sick of it after a while) that was showing the clear night sky outside. The battered Sorting Hat stood on an uneven stool and the tables had already been filled with the banquet. Professor McGonagall started to read the scroll of names and came to one that no one answered to.
"Claudia Morgan? Claudia Morgan?" her green cat like eyes wondered over the crowd and rested on me. So this was my new identity. I pushed gently through the remainder of the crowed to the front and sat on the stool. The hat sat comfortably on my head and began its usual tirade of mutterings, trying to make up its mind although Dumbledore had already told it where to put me. It broke the silence that had settled over the hall and shouted out the anticipated house, Slytherin. A roar emitted from the table called and I made my way towards the table and sat next to a rather pale boy with almost white hair that was slicked back giving it a greasy look. Something about his piercing grey eyes made me wary of him and I shuffled along the bench to be closer to the girl next to me, wanting to put as much space between him and I. yet something in me made me feel as if I had met him before. Everyone around me even the first years seemed to know at least someone else by name and was all chatting away happily. No one seemed to notice me, which gave me time to go over the new name I had been given. Maybe I should back track and explain a few things before the rest of the night continues.

My real name, well the one I had been given at birth and the one I am used to being called is Natasha Black. For most of my life I have lived at Hogwarts under the care of Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, hiding from the students (except the ones in the Order of Phoenix) in the dark corners of the library or at the top of the east tower, which is also where my room is. The only time I have lived away from the castle was for a year when I was six when I lived under the care of a family with the name of the Malfoys. Dumbledore thought it would be a good idea to make me live with other people my age but it didn't end well. But more on that later.
Never to my recollection have I met my parents, one is dead and the other was in Azkaban, which may as well of been death, until he escaped. According to people I have my father's black wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes and my mother's tanned skin. But I wouldn't know if any of this was true because I had nothing from them, not even a photograph. Well that's not entirely true. I had photos of my father cut out from the Daily Prophet but none of them are coloured and I don't think they were quite flattering. They made him look like a mad man. He's Sirius Black, the notorious "murderer". His criminal photo has been screaming out of the front pages now for two years. But now my black wavy hair was replaced by short choppy red hair and my eyes were a bright green. When Dumbledore asked me to make my skin lighter I refused. I wanted at least one feature of me to remain unchanged so when I look at myself in the mirror I don't get frightened by the stranger staring back at me.

I couldn't say that my life has been hard; I had an enormous roof over my head, endless streams of food available to me, a bed that was very comfortable and people who cared for me, but something felt as if it was missing, maybe it was the absence of a mother/father figure, but I was sure it was the absence of any friends. In truth I was extremely lonely and longed to be close to someone my age, someone I could tell everything and anything to, someone who would lend a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with and someone to share the dark secrets that we dying to come out of me. But then I would have to erase their memory or something because I can't risk them coming out by accident. And if I couldn't' do that I would have to face the person I shared with and know they would think me a freak. No one else has two fathers. And I don't mean one biological father and one stepfather. I mean two biological fathers. Wow I've already said too much.

So I've changed my hair to red and I've cut it, my eyes are green, I have to use a wand and I have to start attending classes. The whole purpose of this is that I cannot be identified as Natasha Black for reasons not concerning you. Yes I said I have to start using a wand. Well my family is made up of extremely powerful wizards and then I was born and I became an extremely powerful witch. I don't need a wand to make magic. In fact I find wands useless. And attending classes with the rest of the school is pointless since I was prepared to do my N.E. when I was thirteen but what can you do?

After I had eaten enough food to feed a small country the plates disappeared and the speeches began. Dumbledore welcomed us all and made the usual notices like the forbidden forest being out of bounds and reminding us all not to duel in between classes in the corridor. After that the prefects led their houses to their common rooms. Following the stream of students, I made my way to a narrow staircase leading underground to the Slytherin common room. Rumour had it that the common room was under the black lake and I believe the rumour was right. The stairs where damp with moss and smelt of wet dog. At the end of them was a stonewall where students were shouting "Pure Blood". This was obviously the password because all of a sudden the wall dissolved and showed the common room. The room resembled a dungeon with cold damp stonewalls and floors. The large fireplace was lit but did nothing to ease the cold that hung in the air causing me to shiver. There were lamps hanging from the walls that emitted a green glow into the rooms and made the place seem even dingier than it was. Two separate staircases led even further underground than I thought humanly possible. I followed the stream of girls down the right one and found the dormitory that I was in.
Unlike the other houses, these dorms only fitted two students. I shared with a girl who resembled a pug dog. She seemed portentous and acted as if she owned the place by shoving my belongings onto the floor because she wanted the bed they lay on. Her name was Pansy I think. And I could tell that she and I weren't going to get along. I lay down against the other bed and felt eyes on me. I turned and faced them to find Pansy intently watching me.
"Morgan doesn't sound like a pure blood name. I'm guessing you're either a filthy mudblood or a half blood. But I was certain they weren't allowed in Slytherin. So what are you? And why have you started here now in fifth grade. Did you only find out you could do magic now?" the girl then fell into fits of snorts that I think was meant to be her laugh.

"I'm guessing when you asked what I was you were referring to what blood type I was. If not I am happy to say I am a human although I'm not sure what you are saying as you look like a dog and laugh like a pig.(that took a lot of courage for me to say to her but she was getting on my nerves with all those questions) Pansy which doesn't sound like a pure blood first name. It sounds like a hippy's name for a child. Morgan is a Pureblood Welsh family. And it's none of your business why I am here now." With that I turned on my side and tried to sleep but was too scared that Pansy would try to kill me for telling her how bad she looked. I had heard the other girls talking about how mean she was and how they all acted like her friend so she wouldn't bash them.

A week later.

Well I didn't need to be scared of Pansy for the moment. It was obvious she was struggling with the amount of work teachers were giving us and every night she fell straight asleep because the work "tired her out". I had other issues without her.

Who knew that going to classes would be so difficult. It wasn't as if the lessons themselves were hard. It was the getting up every 40 to 50 minutes and dragging yourself off to your next class. I wasn't used to using different classrooms seeing as I normally took my classes in Dumbledore's office so half the time I was lost trying to find my way. I felt like all the first years. But every time I got completely and utterly lost, the blonde boy (I had over heard the pug in my dorm call him Draco) I had sat next to during the first night feast would turn up and take me to where ever I was meant to be. Today I was meant to be doing to potions held in the dungeons and had taken a few wrong turns and found myself trying to enter the Gryffindor tower and of course Draco comes along to tell me I'm in the wrong tower yet again and for me to follow him yet again. We walked down a set of stair when a cat rounded a corner and started to meow loudly at us.
"Shit Mrs Norris. Run!" was Draco's cry as he started to pound down the stairs.
"Don't run off you idiot. You're making so much noise that even if we did manage to get away from the cat Filch will find us." I yelled out after him but he had gone. Great I thought to myself. Now I have to find my own way to class. I rounded a corner and somehow managed to find myself standing in front of the potions classroom. Now all I had to do was sneak in to avoid a lecture and detention from Snape. But luck wasn't on my side today. When I reached out and pushed slowly against the ancient wooden door it made a loud screech that caused everyone in the class to turn and look at me entering. It was so loud that Snape who red in the face with anger and yelling at Draco for being late stopped and gave me a death stare.
"Both of you detention here tonight!" were his last words before he turned on his heel and continued teaching the class how to make some sort of potion.

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