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I woke up the next morning to a beautiful scene outside my window. I got out of bed and just stared at it. I had never seen anything more beautiful. I rushed to get ready but slowed at the hair issue. It was too thick to do much with so I just pulled it into a ponytail. Plain but practical. I finished getting ready as everyone else was about half way through. I guess that being on a tight schedule at the Dursleys sort of put a routine in my head that would be hard to break. I had just finished tying my shoes when Hermione came over.

"Uhhh. Hi." She said nervously. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Hi. Hermione right?"
"Yeah. So do you want to walk down to breakfast with me?" She asked cautiously.

"Sure. I'm Hannah just incase you didn't know that."
"So are you related to Harry?"

"What?"
"Harry Potter. Are you related?"

"Oh yeah. I'm his adopted sister."
"No way."
"Yeah. It in a way sucks but I'll live."
"So do you have a scar?"

"Yeah on my collar bone." I could tell this was going to bring on more questions that I had no answers to. "Let's head to breakfast shall we?" I asked.

"Sure. You're going to wear jeans under your robes?"

"Yeah, I can't stand not wearing them." She didn't say anything else the entire time we walked to breakfast. We entered the Great Hall and I looked around. My eyes passed over the Slytherin table and locked on to Draco. He must have felt my gaze or something because he looked up at met my eyes. I gave him a smirk and he returned it with one of his own. I shock my head in amusement and walked to my own table. I found Harry and sat down next to him.

"Hey Hannah."
"Hi Harry. Ron. How are you?" I asked with a yawn.

"Great! Is this place great or not?" Harry asked excitedly. I smiled but totally agreed. Anything compared to the Dursleys was great.

Breakfast was wonderful. About half way through a dozen owls swooped down from outside delivering various packages to people. My eye was caught by a beautiful tawny that looked like Talia, that's what I decided to name my owl. It swooped towards the Slytherin table landing in front of Malfoy. He looked up to retrieve his package and caught my eye and smirked. I glared back and turned back to my table. The stupid slimy little git.

After we all finished breakfast our schedule were passed out. Hermione studied it and then restudied it and once more. I tossed it on the table without so much as a glance. I really didn't want to go to classes. I just wanted to sleep or read. Just not sit in a class and learn.

"Hello firsties." Came a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Fred and George Weasley.

"Hi Fred, George." I replied. Then grabbed my schedule to check the times of the classes. "Dang. We have Transfiguration then Potions. Great." I sighed and threw it back on the table. "We probably need to go. I have to get all my junk." Fred shook his head at me.

"Poor little Hannah."
"What?"
"Being brainwashed already and classes haven't even started."
"Well I want a clean slate to start with so later I can mess around cause they'll excuse me." I said. He looked at me and laughed.
"First year logic."
"What. Ever." I grabbed my schedule and left.

All the classes were pretty boring. Harry got in trouble in Potions for not knowing something. Snape was a git too. Maybe it was a Slytherin thing. After lunch we had flying. Harry and Ron were super excited but Hermione was scared out of her mind. I could really care less. On the Quidditch field were two rows of brooms. The professor, Madam Hooch, told us to line up with the brooms on our right. This class was with the Slytherins so it was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin with the lines. From there we were supossed to call our brooms up with our right hand over them. Harry and I got it the first time. Then Draco. I stopped paying attention after that.

At dinner that night everyone was talking about how Harry had made it on to the Quidditch team and how he was the youngest Seeker in a century. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. I had grabbed a seat as far away from Harry as possible. I really didn't want to be part of the crowd over there. After a while Fred came and sat down.

"Have enough of everyone worshiping Harry for one night?" he asked. I nodded through as sip of Pumpkin Juice.

"I'm just tired of everyone fawning all over him because he has a stupid scar. Don't they know I survived Voldemort too?" I snapped.

"Wait. You did?" Fred asked. I looked up at him.
"Oh. My. God." I said standing up to leave. "It really is everyone who doesn't know!" I walked past the section of the table where Harry and his admirers were sitting glaring at him. I got to the doors and heard someone calling my name. I ignored them and kept walking. Right outside the doors I was face to face with Malfoy.

"What do you want?" I snapped

"Tired of not getting attention?" he asked in his cold voice.

"Why do you even care?" he looked at me as if thinking of what to say. Before he could answer, another voice cut in.

"Why the sudden interest in Gryffindors Malfoy?" I turned and saw Fred standing right behind me. Malfoy snarled at him but walked away. "I'd be careful if I were you Hannah."

"Why?"

"His dad was a big supporter of You-Know-Who."
"You mean Voldemort." He shuddered at the name. "It's just a name Fred." I whispered.

"I know. I was just raised that way."
"Okay. Whatever." I started to walk away.

"Wait." He said grabbing my shoulder. "We need a co-coach for the Quidditch team. Would you be interested?"

"Why do you want me? I don't know anything about Quidditch."
"I'd teach you."
"But..."

"I'll talk to wood tomorrow."
"But I don't…."
"Hannah."
"Fine."
"Alright then. See you in the morning."
"Okay. Night." He smiled at me as I walked up the stairs to the dorms. I had to be mad by letting him talk me into this but whatever.

It turned out that the whole co-coach thing was Fred's way of making me feel included and special. They didn't even need one but Wood liked the idea so it was my job. I was there every practice and was either in the air with them or watching from the ground. I also had to talk strategy with Wood. True to his word, Fred taught me everything he knew about Quidditch and I caught on fast. The rest of the semester went by in a blur. It wasn't until Halloween that anything out of the ordinary happened. The day had been pretty mundane until Transfiguration. Or maybe it was Potions. But in one of the two Ron started making fun of Hermione because well, she knew the answer to everything. It was time for the feast and I couldn't find Hermione. I left Ron and Harry as we headed to the feast to go look for her. I finally found her in the girl's room in the dungeons.

"Hermione?" I called out softly.

"Hannah?" came the reply.

"There you are. I've been looking all over, the feast is about to start." As I said this she emerged from one of the stalls. She looked as though she has been crying for the past hour. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. I suppose. No I'm not." And with that she broke into a fresh bout of tears.
"Oh Hermione." I said walking over to give her a hug, "It's okay. Guys can be complete jerks sometimes and not even realize it. Ron was just jealous because he didn't know any of the answers." I looked at her and smiled. "Sit down." I said sitting on the floor by the sinks. She joined me still crying.

"It's just… I don't know. I can't seem to please anybody! I try not to be such a know-it-all but it's hard! I just love learning and I don't know what else to be!"
"Don't try to impress anybody. If they can't appreciate you for you well that's their problem. It's certainly not your fault that they can't recognize a good friend when they see one." She smiled and gave me a big hug.

"You're right. I shouldn't let them get to me." She stood up dusting herself off. "Well, we'd better get going. The feast is probably almost over." She extended her hand and pulled me up.

"Okay. Do you still have your stuff or…." I trailed off listening hard.

"What? What is it?"

"Shh. Listen. Dou you hear that?" I asked. We were quiet for a moment then there was a tremendous crash outside the door. Hermione screamed and I jumped back into the wall. Then the door just fell over and a huge ugly thing crashed through the wall. "What the bloody hell is that?" I called to her.

"A troll!" She called back over the crashing and crumbling of the wall.

"Oh snap." I said as it came closer to us. "What do we do?" Then we heard voices. Voices that belonged to Harry and Ron.

"Hermione? You in there?"

"Yeah! Is that you Ron?"

"Yeah. IS Hannah there too?" But before either Hermione or I could answer the troll brought his club down on the sink right next to me. Little pieces of porcelain showered me cutting my face and arm. I grimaced as blood seeped through my sleeve and trickled down my face. That had really hurt. Then the club was swiping through the stalls sending wood everywhere. Hermione and I dropped to the ground covering our heads. I didn't know what Harry or Ron was doing but they both needed to think of something quickly. The bathroom was being demolished right before our eyes and all around us. Right before the troll could bring his club down into the wall behind us Ron had levitated it out of his hand. Then he brought it down on his head again and again until he fell over unconscious. Hermione and I took our arms off our heads and saw Harry and Ron standing there and Professor McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore entering what was left of the room.

"Potter Weasley! What did you two think you were doing coming after that troll?" McGonagall asked sharply. But before either one could answer Hermione cut in.

"You see Professor, Harry and Ron had come looking for me. I was upset earlier and Hannah came to find me and calm me down. We talked and were about to go up to the feast when that troll came cashing in here. Harry and Ron were just trying to help us." I nodded in agreement. I could feel the cuts on my face still bleeding.

"I suggest that Miss. Potter and Miss. Granger both go to the Hospital Wing to get bandaged up. They will also be needing food correct?" Professor Dumbledore said looking at us over his glasses. Hermione and I nodded and followed him upstairs. We didn't know what McGonagall said to Harry and Ron and I really didn't care. Once we reached the Hospital Wing, my right sleeve was almost completely soaked in blood and Hermione's wrist was swelling rapidly. We were fixed up in no time thanks to Madam Pomfrey and some food was brought to us. Hermione and I ate in silence, not wanting to think too much about why a troll was in the castle in the first place. We ended up having to spend the night there because Madam Pomfrey wanted to keep an eye on us. That was fine with me. I didn't really want to tell everyone what had happened just yet, and I'm sure Hermione felt the same. We crawled into our beds and slept soundly until morning.

The next day was a whirlwind of people asking about the troll and if we were okay and so on. After I had told the story for what seemed the thousandth time Wood found me.

"You okay Hannah?" He asked.

"A little scratched up and can't really use my right arm but otherwise I'm great why do you ask?"

"Well, we've been doing well at our matches lately but I want to make sure that we clinch that cup for Gryffindor at last. So, I was wondering if you were up for some strategizing."
"Listen, Oliver. I would love too any other day. But at the moment I really need some sleep and rest okay? How about tomorrow? Does that work?" I asked. I saw him deflate a little and felt bad. But I just didn't have the energy to do anything at the moment.

"Yeah. I understand. Tomorrow at 5 at the pitch. Don't be late." He said then walked off.

"Alright Wood. I won't." I made my way up to the Common room. Once there I was bombarded with questions by people I hadn't seen yet. After a minute Fred came up and shooed everyone away.
"Thanks Fred." I said massaging my head.

"No problem Hannah. You okay?" Ho looked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little frazzled and tired but fine." He looked at my arm then my cut up face.

"From what Ron and Harry told me you guys did well with not totally freaking out."
"What? You mean with being attacked by a seven foot troll? Yeah we did well. Hermione only screamed like four times and I was fine really. I mean I never thought I was going to die. Not at all." I said sarcastically.

"Looks like a pricked a nerve." I sighed. I wasn't in the mood for this.

"No. I'm just really tired. I think I'm gonna get some sleep. See you later Fred." I said turning to the stairs.

"Bye Hannah." I didn't see the look he gave me but I was sure it was of complete amusement. Little did I know I was so very wrong.