I'm not really one for author's notes, but I have to admit, I was over the moon when I saw that within a few hours of posting the first chapter, it already had more reviews than my first fanfic. Thanks you guys.

The next day, Aveira woke up after about two hours of sleep, tops. Everyone else in her dormitory was asleep, but she was sure she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so she got up. She got dressed and went down to breakfast.

When she got down to the Great Hall, there were only a few people in there, even less at the Gryffindor table alone. Two of these people were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Since she didn't know anyone else there, she went and sat a seat or two away from them, so it didn't seem like she was pushing her presence onto either of them.

"Good morning, Aveira."

She looked over to see Harry smiling at her. Ron thumped Harry's arm when he spoke to her. Apparently Ron didn't approve of her, probably because she was a Malfoy.

"Good morning." She said, before making herself some oatmeal. People were continuously arriving in the Great Hall. Soon, the whole Gryffindor table was full.

Then, in came hundreds of owls, bringing packages, things some of the students had forgotten at home. Neville Longbottom, Aveira's fellow first year Gryffindor, got a package. Actually most of the students got packages or letters, except Aveira and Harry. She thought she had evaded her father's letter when suddenly, a solid black owl swept down and landed in front of Aveira.

"H-hello Hathor," she stuttered. She unwrapped the letter from the owl's leg, thankful that it wasn't a Howler, but it was just as bad.

The owl took off again immediately. Aveira opened the letter.

Aveira,

I am very disappointed in you. I have told you many times that the Sorting Hat takes your desire into account. You should have demanded to be in Slytherin. I'm sure you told it about how you don't like the 'Malfoy label,' didn't you? I am absolutely disgusted by this.

Furthermore, I absolutely forbid you to mix with anyone from Gryffindor. You will not associate with any Gryffindor student, and if you do and I find out, you shall dreadfully wish you hadn't. You shall not make friends with anyone from any other house.

Also, tell your brother I am proud of him. We only have the one owl, as your mother has sent the other two away to a few friends.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

Aveira dropped the letter, which landed in her bowl of oatmeal.

She knew as soon as she read it that she couldn't follow her father's orders. She would be absolutely miserable if she did. Not talking to anyone in her own house? That would be awful! And anyways, she was positive that none of the Slytherins would talk to her now, she was forever more known as Draco's Gryffindor twin sister.

She fought back any and all signs of emotions. She ignored the confused looks she got from Harry and a few other students who sat directly opposite her and sat there thinking until Professor McGonagall handed her her schedule. She looked at it. Potions first. She was relieved. Maybe a chance to see to Severus might perhaps make her feel better.

…

She walked quickly to the dungeons with the rest of the first years. She sat down, before anyone else, in the middle of the room. She was a bit surprised when Harry came over beside her, followed by Ron. Aveira glanced up at him; he smiled slightly.

"Can I sit here?" he asked. She was confused. Did he think she owned these seats?

"Sure, if you want to." She replied.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't think many people want to sit next to, as everyone else knows me by, a Malfoy. Especially an metamorphmagus."

"What's a metamorphmagus?" Harry asked her. She changed her hair bright blue and turned her nose into a beak.

"Oh," was all he said. Aveira changed herself back and giggled. He grinned back at her.

Then, class began.

…

Aveira walked to their next class with Harry and Ron, because they were in a conversation about how awful Snape had been to Harry during class.

"He acted as if he hates me!" Harry said, slightly upset. "It's only my first day! I had never even met him before today, I'm certain."

"I don't understand why he was like that!" Aveira replied. "He hasn't ever acted like that when he used to come visit Father."

"He's just a git." Ron said. None of them could argue with that, not even Aveira.

…

The first week went by quickly. Aveira hadn't spoken to her brother or parents at all that week and didn't feel a need to. She had ignored her father's wishes, and had talked to Harry and Ron every single day that week.

Next thing Aveira knew, she was outside with Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years. She nodded to her brother when she saw him, and he nodded back, but otherwise they didn't acknowledge each other.

"Everyone should stand next to a broomstick." Madam Hooch instructed, finally arriving. Aveira, Ron, and Harry all stood beside each other in a line by three old broomsticks.

"Put out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up'!" Madam Hooch called. Immediately, everyone began yelling 'Up'.

Harry and Aveira both got their brooms up with the first few tries, but most of everyone else was having trouble. Eventually, however, no matter how it came about, everyone was holding their broomsticks.

Then, Madam Hooch showed everyone how to mount their brooms.

"Now, at the sound of my whistle, you jump up from the ground," said Madam Hooch. "Go up just a few feet and then lean forward to come back down. When you hear my whistle- three- two-"

Neville jumped up before Madam Hooch gave the signal.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted. Neville flew up very fast. He must have been twenty feet up! He looked terrified and before anyone knew it, Neville fell from his broomstick and landed on the ground, his face in the grass. Madam Hooch ran over and checked on him.

"Broken arm," she said. "Come on, boy-it's okay, get up." she looked at the other students. "I must take this boy into the school. Don't go near your brooms or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'."

After Madam Hooch and Neville were gone, Malfoy started to laugh. Aveira quickly glared at him, though he didn't see it.

"Did you see his face?"

The other Slytherins laughed, too.

"Look!" said her brother. He sprinted and took a ball out of the grass. "It's that silly thing Longbottom's grandma gave him." It was Neville's Remembrall. Aveira remembered seeing it in class and at breakfast, though she hadn't paid any attention to it.

"Give that here, Malfoy." Said Harry. Aveira was slightly shocked by his standing up to her brother, but she would have done the same if Harry hadn't beat her to it.

"I think I should put it where Longbottom can get it- how about- at the top of a tree?"

"Give it here! Harry shouted, but Draco was already on his broomstick. Aveira and Draco both could fly, though Aveira was loads better than her brother. But, of course, Draco wanted to seem oh-so-great. He flew up to the top of a tree and called, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger, the girl Aveira had met at dinner. "Madam Hooch told us we musn't move. We don't want trouble."

Harry didn't listen to her. He jumped off of the ground, and flew up to Malfoy. He doesn't even need lessons! He s a natural! Aveira thought.

"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh, yes?" her brother said, looking worried. Harry shot towards Draco, who moved out of the way, but only just.

Aveira decided it was time to go up there. She grabbed her broom, and, ignoring all protests, flew up to the boys.

"Your friends can't help you up here." Harry called. Aveira flew up and hovered next to them.

"What is wrong with you two?" she yelled. Draco smirked at Harry, not looking at his sister.

"Catch it," he shouted, and threw the ball up in the air, before flying back down to the ground. Aveira and Harry looked at each other, before the ball started to come back down and they took of trying to catch it.

They both made a bit of a dive, trying to catch it. They flew fast after it, not wanting for it to hit the ground and break. They were neck to neck five feet from the ground, only a couple inches from the ball. Their arms outstretched, they reached for the Rememberall.

Then, Aveira and Harry, both, had their hand on the ball, holding it between their hands, only a foot from the ground. They landed, and Harry let go, so that only Aveira was holding it. They grinned at each other.

"HARRY POTTER AND AVEIRA MALFOY!"

their grins fell instantly from their faces when they saw Professor McGonagall charging outside.

"Never- in all my time at Hogwarts- come with me, now."

They two of them followed Professor McGonagall inside the castle, staring at the ground. They went upstairs, walking silently. They walked and walked until they came by a classroom. Professor McGonagall opened the door and poked her head into the classroom.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, can I have Wood for a moment?" Harry and Aveira looked at each other, confused. Wood? What's that?

Wood turned out to be a fifth-year Gryffindor boy.

"Come with me." she said. They followed her to an empty classroom, closed the door, and looked at the three of them. Wood looked just as confused as the two first-years.

"Potter, Malfoy, this is Oliver Wood. Wood- these two are two new players for the team, including a seeker."

Wood suddenly looked joyful.

"Are you sure, Professor?"

"Yes, they are excellent fliers. Was that both of your first times on a broomstick?" she asked them.

"Yes," Harry said. Aveira just shook her head.

"They both caught that thing in both of their hands after a fifty-foot dive," Professor McGonagall told Wood. Wood now looked excited, Harry looked confused, and Aveira had a feeling that this wasn't going to be their last day at Hogwarts.