Classes began the next day and weren't nearly as difficult as I had imagined they would be. I sat next to Mandy and Lisa in all of my classes and we quickly became good friends. Wednesday brought our first ever Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This was the class that I had been waiting for, but unfortunately it turned out to be a bit of a joke. Professor Quirrell, our teacher, was terrible; he seemed to be scared of everyone and everything.

The only good thing about that class was that we had it with the Gryffindors. This was our only class with them so it was the first chance I'd really had to see Harry Potter. I knew everything there was to know about him and his parents, because my dad had been best friends with his dad before he was killed. Anxious though I had always been to meet him, I found that as I was sitting there in the same room with him, I suddenly didn't want to. I wasn't entirely sure how he would react to meeting his father's best friend's daughter. The idea also hit me that he might know my dad's secret and I didn't want him spreading it around. Thus, I made my decision to stay away from Harry Potter as much as possible.

Herbology was perhaps the worst class for me. I hurried through the doorway, my two friends on either side of me and took a place at the long table set in the middle of the greenhouse. Glancing up, I suddenly found myself face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. A barely audible gasp escaped my throat, though it was loud enough to cause him to look at me. This was the first time I had seen him since the feast on the first night of school.

He just looked at me for a second, and I could tell that he was feeling the same way I was. I wanted to say hi to him, to be his friends but at the same time I knew I couldn't do it. So I settled for a small smile, which he briefly returned, the hurt evident in his grey eyes.

My favorite class was Charms. It was by far my best subject. The teacher was Professor Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw house. My first day in that class he called roll just like all of the other teachers had, but when he reached my name he paused for a second looking thoughtful. "Lupin. I know that name," he mused quietly. "Ah. Are you by any chance Remus and Olivia's daughter?" I nodded, unsure of whether this was going to be a good or bad thing. "Oh, I just loved your mother. She was top of her class when she was here and she simply excelled at Charms! She went on to become a healer, am I correct?" I nodded again, this time a little less apprehensive. "Now we shall just have to see if you can equal her talents, though I am sure that won't be much of a problem.

It turned out that it wasn't a problem at all. Professor Flitwick was constantly finding things to compliment me on and at the end of our lessons I always had less homework than everyone else because of how well I had done during class.

Transfiguration wasn't quite so easy for me at first, but I caught on rather quickly. I wasn't always the best in those lessons but I always tried my hardest. Besides, they were loads of fun with my new best friends sitting at my side. Professor McGonagall, who at first seemed really stern, was actually very nice as long as you didn't mess around in her class. She also remembered my parents and spoke of how excellent they had both been in her class, but unlike Flitwick she didn't show favoritism.

If it hadn't been for Professor Snape, I would have loved Potions class. He had been in the same year as my parents when they attended Hogwarts and he had hated them both for entirely different reasons. My mother was a Muggle-born and like most Slytherins he believed her to be inferior to him because of this. My father's best friends, James and Sirius, had been mortal enemies of Snape during their time at school, thus causing my father to also be hated by him. He took this latent hatred for my parents out on me during class in many different ways. My potions were excellent, but he found things wrong with them, even if there was really nothing. I was constantly losing points from him, usually because I had annoyed him, though he always had some other reason for it. He also tried his hardest to humiliate me, though this didn't usually work because even though he didn't know it, I was tougher than anyone I knew, except perhaps my own dad.