Sorry I know I haven't updated in forever, but I've been really busy. I just had a band concert and had to babysit. I know lame excuses. Forgive me por favor.

Disclaimer time!

Nico:Lily does not own Harry Potter, J. does. She doesn't own Shimaku either, she just got tired of her brother begging for a cameo from one of his characters. She does own Rose and Simon Blackthorn.

Lily:Good boy Nico, here's your bacon.

I was laughing at a joke Seamus was telling me when the doors to the great hall burst open.

The hall immediately fell silent. Everyone stared at the boy who was trudging over to the Gryffindor table. He had blood down the front of his shirt and even from where I was sitting I could tell it was Harry Potter.

Then the whispering started. Soon the noise was at full blast and no one was bothering to disguise their conversations. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione.

I leaned over to Seamus, "What's up with that?"

He shrugged, "something always seems to go wrong and Harry makes an entrance. I doubt it's his fault but it gets kind of annoying."

Dean, who was sitting on the other side of Seamus nodded, "It can be hard living in his shadow. I don't know how Ron stands it."

I glanced over at the boy. The blood was gone from his robes and he was gulping down food as if he was starving (which he probably was).

Dumbledore stood up to make his after dinner speech. He mentioned items that were forbidden, new teacher appointments, and warnings to be careful. Then we were sent to bed. An average first night if you ask me.

Simon Blackthorn (A/N Yes this is Rose's dad read the first chapter!)

Simon was paced in front of the window. The letter would be coming any moment now. The one that confirmed Rose was in Slytherin. He smiled. Although, Rose was not the child he wanted he was sure she would be a success.

She had been rebellious, but that was in the girl's nature. Soon she would be grateful for his teachings.

Simon remembered the days leading up to her birth. First, he had to find an expecting pureblood. Then, the midwife's apprentice had to be bribed to bring him the child. Simon's wife was furious. But, as she couldn't have children of her own it was necessary. Simon had to have a successor, someone to carry on the Blackthorn name.

An owl tapped on the window. Simon was startled out of his memories. The owl hopped in as Simon removed the letter from its leg. It immediately hopped out of the window and flew away.

Simon's thin smile came back as he opened the letter.

He read through it. He couldn't believe his eyes and read it again. He didn't fully absorb the meaning until the third time.

Simon's hands shook as he looked at the letter in his hands. The girl had failed him.

Rose

The sounds of the other girls in my dormitory getting ready woke me up. I groaned inwardly, I hate morning people. I rolled out of bed and dug through my trunk looking for robes. I took nearly five minutes getting them untangled. Note to self, organize trunk. Not that I'll ever get around to it.

I followed the other girls to the great hall for breakfast. Professor McGonagall was handing out schedules. "Let's see, Miss Blackthorn, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, and Potions," she paused, looking over the paper at me, Good luck Miss Blackthorn."

I nodded and took my schedule. I had a free period before Defense Against the Dark Arts. I headed to the common room. I noticed Ron playing with a Fanged Frisbee. Aren't those banned?

I hid in the corner reading a book my cousin slipped into my trunk before sending me off on the train. Witch and Wizard by James Patterson. I had to hold back laughs while reading it. Patterson is way off.

I stuffed my book in my bag as the mass exodus for second period began. Everyone was standing outside of Snape's classroom. I noticed a familiar messy black haired kid sitting with his back against the wall, asleep. His head was rested against a large open volume with faded pages. I leaned over and smacked his head. "Huh! Who is it?" his head snapped up, his eyes still half-closed.

"It's Rose. Which volume are you on Shimaku?" I asked. Shimaku and my families go way back. When we were kids we would have contests on who could stay hidden from our parents for the longest. Whenever he was found he was asleep with an ancient book of magic in his lap, that is if we could find him.

"Oh. Okay," he mumbled as he fell back asleep. I rolled my eyes, he never did answer my question.

Snape opened the door, "Inside."

Voices fell quiet as we entered the classroom. As I entered I noticed Shimaku was already sitting in his seat. I didn't even bother to glance out, I never understood how he seemed to apperate even when I knew he couldn't.

Maybe that's why he's so good at hide and seek.

I sat next to him. I leaned over at the book he was laying on, Magick Most Profond. The page he was on showed a wizard shooting a lightning bolt from his wand.

Snape closed the door, "I did not ask you to take out your books." He directed a look at Hermione who was shoving her book back in her bag. "I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention."

As he continued his speech I wished I could be Shimaku for a second and fall asleep. Then, he mentioned nonverbal spells. I grinned, I had been practicing nonverbal spell since I could hold a wand.

Snape continued, telling us to divide into pairs. Soon everyone was with their friends and I was left with Shimaku, who of course was asleep. Expelliarmus, I thought in my head. His wand flew across the room. I quickly retrieve his wand with a summoning charm. Snape was looking the other way.

I shook Shimaku, trying to wake him up. He mumbled something in his sleep and turned his head before his steady breathing continued.

"I find your choice of partners interesting Blackthorn," I glanced up to see Snape hovering over me.

I shrugged, "Is there a problem professor?"

He smiled. It didn't quiet reach his eyes. I felt shivers roll down my spine.

"Of course not Blackthorn," he walked away to antagonize Harry. Surprisingly Shimaku was awake and watching me.

"You shouldn't get on Snape's bad side on the first day," he turned to his book, "You should know that Rose."

I rolled my eyes, "Why does it matter to you Shimaku? I'm not in your house, nothing I do will affect you."

"Rose. How many times do I have to tell you?" he looked me in the eye, "Friends care if their friend gets in trouble. You are the most socially challenged person I know."

"This comes from the speed reader who is continually sleeping."

He chuckled under his breath, "Whatever Rose."

I glanced over at Snape watching Harry. When I looked back Shimaku was asleep. Typical.

"Protego!" I spun around fast enough to see Snape get knocked off his feet by an especially strong shield charm.

"Do you remember we were practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said stiffly.

"Yes, sir."

"There's no need to call me 'sir,' professor."

Several people gasped. I mentally applauded him.

"Detention, Saturday night, my office. I do not take cheek from anyone Potter…not even 'the Chosen One.'"

Everyone raced for the door. I glanced back as I walked out, Snape help my eyes until I looked away.

Yeah I know, lame ending but it's 11:30 and I had to wrap it up somehow. I'll make it up to you eventually. Maybe.

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