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I smacked my forehead and blushed, knowing that Daphne just said what I thought she said. "Ms. Grimm, you will be having detention with me tomorrow, as well as tonight." Snape glared at her, and she shrank down in her seat. "Today we will be making a potion that will rid you of spots on your face."

I made a mental note to one-day give Snape something horrible. Because I was a powerful witch meant that Snape could lean over my shoulder, yelling out mistakes one by one. "You are supposed to cut the pixie toes into smaller parts." He then went over to the Slytherin group. I peered over Snapes' shoulder to find that a boy was cutting his pixie toes into parts even bigger than mine. "Very good, Jeremy. You can move onto the next step" Jeremy smirked, and looked over at me, and caught my eye. I quickly looked away, not wanting to start a hating relationship with anybody.

Daphne skipped out of the classroom, convinced that Snape was a big softie on the inside, and she would bring out that side when she was in detention. "He might be just like scarecrow, ugly on the outside, but nice and soft on the inside." I looked down at her. "Or maybe he is the tin man, rusty from years of work and without a heart." Daphne squinted her face up at me. "He is a little bit on the olive side, but he might be a ball of gravy covered in olives." I still disagreed with her, but I didn't continue with the conversation.

At lunch time I ate a fish sandwich, and some fruit. "Harry, what is your opinion on Professor Snape?" Daphne leaned across the table, her mouth full of half-chewed chicken nugget. "Um… The words I would say are not good for your ears at your age." He looked over at Ron, and he shrugged. "I'll just say that you don't want to get in his way." Harry took another bite in his sandwich, but Daphne glared at him. "I know for a fact that he is a big teddy bear, but is too scared to show it because otherwise the students wouldn't behave." Daphne crossed her arms, waiting for him to challenge the thought. "Whatever you say, Daphne." Harry shrugged. "Just don't get any detentions with him. That would be too harsh." Daphne giggles when he said that. "I already have two!"

That night I waited in the common room for Daphne to finish her detention. I ended up working on an ingredient description for potions, and practicing repairo for charms. Hermione was sitting across from me, reading a book. I murmured the spell under my breath, and pointed it at a cabinet that was stuck in place, half in, half out. It instantly closed. Hermione heard the noise and smiled with congratulations. "Good job. At least you care about your studies. The first year we were here I was the only one of the class who cared about grades." I nodded, and turned to my ingredients list. I was soon distracted. Someone had left 'the daily prophet' on the table next to my scroll, and a picture of a laughing maniac was on the front. I knew pictures moved, and the man only scared me a little. But the big thing was that under the picture in bold letters there was four words. 'Sirius Black has escaped'. I looked over at Hermione, and held up the newspaper. "Who is he?" I pointed at the picture, and she frowned.

"Sirius black. He was one of you-know-who's' biggest follower. He was the one who sold Harrys' parents location to you-know-who. They then sent him to Askerban ,where the dementors guarded him. He somehow escaped, and people think that he is out to kill Harry." I nodded, and wondered why he wanted Harry.

The next day at breakfast, Owls flew in from an open window. The dining halls' ceiling was now nothing but feathery owls holding things in their beaks. I saw my owl come and land near me, with a small cardboard box in his/her beak. "Thank you Ferry." I took the package, and saw that it was no bigger than my music box back at home, with it all held together by a simple kite string. "Open it!" Daphne said, her mouth full of waffles. I looked at the package, and saw it had no address to return it to on it. I shrugged, and pulled on the string, opening the box up.

I heard a 'pop' and groaned, praying it wasn't what, or who it was. "Ugly, you have a nice place here." A blonde head poked out of the box, and soon rose out, and placed his foot in an un-touched bowl of gritz. The white goop flew everywhere, and landed in a nearby Hufflepuffs' hair. It was a first year, and turned around to blame Peeves, but found it was a 'human'. "What house are you in Blondie? I'll report you to Dumbledore!" She stood up, and gestured at the head table. I looked over too, and saw a large man with frizzy black hair covering a majority of his face come over. "Wha' is it Darcy? Is it that boy?" The man picked up Puck by the hood of his green sweatshirt, and lifted him off of the table and into the air. "Pheasant, I command you to let me go! I am the trickster king, the prince of misfits, villain of all villains, and the most feared fairy of all!" He popped out his wings, and struggled to get out of the large man's grasp. "It's a Fairy!" The man held him even farther away, and Puck gave up trying to wiggle hi way out of his grasp. "Me name's Hagrid. I'll keep you in the dungeons, and hopefully Snape will sort you out." I smirked at Puck when he glanced at me, and then smirked. "Grimm, these people will have the trickster treatment."

For the next week rumors were flying around the school how Sirius Black sent a demon in a package, sent to the Merlin children to scare them away, and get to Harry. I didn't want to say that the 'demon' was actually a fairy that lived with us. I continued to get lessons from Hermione, and got much better at levitating objects. Just the other night, I levitated a comforter from a bed, and then set it back down peacefully. "Great job Sabrina, next we learn accio." She pointed her wand at a forgotten book on the fire place mantel. "Accio." The book came zooming onto her lap. "Just like that, you will need to say the name of the object if you are far away, but you should get it soon."

At night I still sleep in the same bed as Daphne if she has a bad dream. Tonight was one of those nights. "What did your mind think of now?" I asked her, letting her brush my hair. "I saw a woman with bug eyes telling me how 'you have the sight.' Over and over again." She put down the brush, and crawled under the covers. I kissed her forehead and climbed in next to her. We always sleep better if we are in the same bed, more secure. I fell asleep, wondering what the sight was.

"DAPHNE! DAPHNE!" I yelled into her ear, slamming books together too. She snorted, but never woke up. "Daphne, are you ready for the pumpkin sauce on your toast?" I whispered to her, and she shot up right away. She found the miracle sauce that was meant for flavoring oatmeal, but she used on her toast. "Yes! Can we go now?" She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and hopped out. "No, we have to get dressed first." I pulled out our clothes, and led her into the bathroom. We got size appropriate clothes for Daphne, but the robes were still too big. I helped her put her hair in her braided pigtails, and she put my hair in a simple half braid. I glanced at our schedule, and saw that we had a class added. "Daphne, we need to leave from breakfast early, a new class was added to our schedule." I pulled her hand, and dragged the pouting Daphne behind me, causing some Slythierins to come and make fun of me. "Ah, is the baby pouting?" One asked. "Lets shake the baby!" Cried out one Slythiern. They all grouped up to push me and Daphne around. I tried to pull out my wand, but remembered we couldn't use it on other students. "King Puck! Your servant calls for you!" Daphne yelled to no one, but I knew what she was doing. I groaned inwardly as I heard the fast buzzing of his wings. "The trickster king demands you let the girls go!" Flying above us, was Puck, but in an actual gold crown, not one made from construction paper, glitter glue, and hours of scotchie botch tape. "It's the little pink demon!" A brown haired Slytherin yelled up at Puck, and jumped up to grab his shoe. "No one touches the King!" He flew high up, and pulled a brown plastic bottle out of his belt loop. "Daphne, stop, duck, and roll." I pulled her down by her robe sleeve, and shielded her with my body away from Puck's soon-to-be-on-fire bottom. I heard his 'majestic'(as he would call it) burp, and felt the heat from the flames tickle my back. I waited until the heat died down, then cautiously looked up. None of the kids were hurt, but they would have a while to wait before their eyebrows came back. "Thank you king Puck." Daphne gave a dramatic bow. "Until next time, my faithful servant." Puck flew away.

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