(Author's Note – I'm tired, I can't be bother doing anything at the moment, expect write this chapter. Now, with the idea of the story, the book will be more used but if you have seen the film then some moments you will probably recognise. I won't start the family connection until next chapter but I'll start on the Neville/Sophie friendship this chapter, also Sophie will be writing to her aunt. As before, I don't own Harry Potter, just the OCs. Enjoy!)

Last time: the train arrived at Hogwarts. Sophie enjoyed watching the other girls, Hermione included,fall head over heels for Gulderoy Lockhart. Harry and Ron soon joined them in the great hall but they were drag away by Professor Snape. Sophie knows that she will not be seeing the Boy-who-lived or the red-haired guy ever again.

I woke up after a nice peaceful sleep, something I have not have that since the start of the holidays. I been having dreams about my parents and I know that I'll have more of them by the end of the year. I looked at Hermione's bed and she was still sleeping so I decided not to disturb her. I grabbed my clothes and went into the bedroom and had a nice, hot shower. I brushed my teeth and got changed into my school clothes which is practically the same as last year. I went back into the room to grab my school bag and I left the common room and took off for the great hall for a spot of breakfast. Again, the stairs took me all over the place but I've finally reached the second floor. When I arrived, I saw a chubby boy who I recognise straight away.

"Neville!" I shouted. He turned around and when he saw me, he blushed and he tried to walk away but I quickly caught up to him. "Get back here." I said as I put a arm on his shoulder.

"Hey, S-Sophie." Neville said.

"How was your Holidays?" I asked him.

"It was okay." He said.

"Okay?" I questioned him.

"Well, I didn't do much." He said

"Oh." I said. Neville has always been shy, he once hated me because of what my parents did.

"What about you?" He asked me, disrupting my train of thoughts

"Not much but I did get surprise visit from Hermione." I said.

"What did you two do?" He said.

"We went to the markets in Surrey." I answered him as we got to the tables. "You want to sit with me?" I asked him.

"Ah, no. I want to sit with the other boys." Neville said.

"No problem, I'll see you later." I waved to him as he walked off. I sat down and grabbed a piece of Parchment and a quell to start writing to my aunt but first breakfast. I tuck into the bacon and eggs. Always bacon and eggs but it's never old. After eating, I wiped my hands, grabbed the quell and then started writing.

Dear Andy and Tonks

Hi, How have you been? It's only been a day but I already miss you. Now, tell Tonks I went to the hat for an change to Ravenclaw. Jokes, I'm an Gryffindor through and through. I decided that I want to join the school Quidditch team. I know, you will be freaking out about this but it's my decision. Love to hear from you.

Love, your beautiful niece

Sophie

I put the letter down and started to drink the pumpkin juice, not the best drink going around but, eh, what can you do? I have heard Harry and Ron has got off with a detention but I know that is not true. After a while, I see Hermione, which then she joins me at the table.

"Morning, Sophie." Hermione said. "How long have up been up?"

"For a while." I said.

"Looking forward to today?" She asked me.

"Always." I said.

"What's that?" Hermione said, having a look at my letter

"OH, I'm writing to my Auntie and cousin. Just letting them know what I'm doing." Then I see two boys join us at the table and who they were, well, words can't explain what I'm thinking.

"Hello." Harry said to us.

"What?" I shouted.

"Surprised to see us?" He said.

"I thought you two would be suspended, or expelled by now." I said, confused by these change in events.

"Unfortunately, we are not." Ron said.

"What you both did was very stupid." Hermione said.

"We were stopped from getting onto the platform." Harry said.

"Sure, and what was the next, best idea?" I questioned them, acting like I was thinking. "Oh yeah, let's steal your dad's enchanted car, get seen by muggles, nearly get killed by a train, and by falling out of the car, and to wrap it all up, drive it into a living tree called the Whomping Willow, and get busted by Professor Snape. Yes, that's a great plan." I finished sarcastically, earning glares from both boys and a laugh from Hermione. Yeah, Ted's right, I'm a funny person.

"It didn't happened like that." Ron protested.

"But still." I said. "How are you not expelled?" I asked them.

"Well, Snape wanted us gone." Harry said. "But because, we weren't in his house, he didn't have that power."

"The person with that power is McGonagall." Hermione said.

"Yeah." Ron said. "McGonagall told us that she wasn't going to expelled us."

"But, she's writing to our families and we both get detention." Harry said.

"You two got lucky." I said.

"We know." Ron said. "We are being treated as heroes."

"Ok, you two really are pushing it." I said. Eventually, McGonagall gave us our timetables and it was time to start our first class and that class was Herbology. We left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept. As we near the greenhouses, we saw the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. Oh no, Draco Malfoy, he started smirking at me. That blonde git, I just wanted to go over to that bastard and smash his face in. He hates my friends, but he hates Harry the most. He's only jealous because Harry gets of all the attention. Well, if he hates Harry, then I hate Malfoy. We only just joined them when Professor Sprout came striding into view, accompanied by Gulderoy Lockhart. I can see Professor Sprout's arms were full of bandages, I can see Harry's face turned to the Whomping Willow. I can see he was feeling guilty with what happened. Professor Sprout was a squat little witch who wore a patched hat over her flyaway hair. There was usually a large amount of earth on her clothes, and her fingernails looked horrible. Gulderoy Lockhart, however, was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming.

"Oh, Hello there!" Lockhart called, beaming around at us. "Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is. I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels."

"Greenhouse Three today, chaps." Said Professor Sprout, who was looking distinctly disgruntled, not at all her usual self. There was a murmur of interest. We had only ever worked in Greenhouse One before – Greenhouse Three housed far more interesting and dangerous plants. Professor Sprout took a large key from her belt and unlocked the door. I caught a whiff of damp earth and fertiliser, mingling with the heavy perfume of some giant, umbrella-sized flowers dangling from the ceiling. I entered the Greenhouse with Ron and Hermione but when Harry tried to come inside, Lockhart stopped him with his hand.

"Harry! I've been wanting a word – you don't mind if he's a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?" He asked her. Judging by Professor Sprout's scowl, she did mind, but Professor Lockhart said. "That's the ticket." And closed the door in her face. That arse, he was either giving Harry attention that he doesn't want or he's using him to get more attention. After a couple of minutes, Harry slip in and joined me, Ron and Hermione. I'll feel sorry for him right now.

"Today, We'll be repotting mandrakes. Now, who can tell me that Properties of the Mandrake?" Sprout said. To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was first in the air.

"Mandrake or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative." Hermione said. I swear she must have swallowed the textbook before she came down from the dormitory. "It is used to return people who has been transfigured or cursed, to their original state."

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said. I gave Hermione a pat on the shoulder, saying good job. "The mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?" Hermione's hand narrowly missed my face as it shot up again.

"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it." She said promptly.

"Precisely. Take another ten points." Said Professor Sprout. Right, that's it. I don't care Hermione swallows a book every day, as long as she's keeps getting us points. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young. So their cries won't kill you yet but they can knock you out for several hours." We shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in colour, were growing there in rows. "That's why I have taken the liberty of giving you a pair of earmuffs for sound protection. Now four to a tray." She said. Obviously, I joined Harry, Ron and Hermione at one side. Then a curly-haired Hufflepuff started talking to us.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley." He said brightly, shaking Harry by the hand. "Know who you are, of course, the famous Harry Potter. And you're Hermione Granger – always top in everything." Hermione beamed as she had her hand shaken too. "You're Sophie Lestrange, daughter of two death eaters. Not like that's a bad thing, you are nothing like them. And Ron Wealsey." He sais and returned to his tray of pots. The mandrakes didn't like coming our of the earth, but didn't seem to want to go back into either. They squirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists and gnashed their teeth. Malfoy thought it was funny to put his finger in the mouth of his own Mandrake. It bit him back so that should teach him a lesson. After class, we were all covered in sweat and earth so we went back to the common room to refresh and recovered.

"Well, I don't want to go through that again." I said as I left the common room.

"I hear you." Ron said.

We took off quickly for Transfigurations and we entered the classroom. I sat next to Hermione while Harry and Ron sat in front of us. Professor McGonagall's classes were always hard work but today was especially difficult. After copying down mountains of work, McGonagall wanted us to turn a beetle into a button. Hermione nailed it on her first attempt, me, well it took me a couple of attempts but eventually I got it. Harry and Ron wasn't fairing so well. Harry's beetle kept moving around his table but at least its getting exercise. Ron had patched up his wand with some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure his beetle, it engulfed in thick grey smoke which smelled of rotten eggs. He wasn't able to see what he was doing, because Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. I can see that Professor McGonagall wasn't pleased. I was happy to hear the lunch bell because I was hungry. As I left the classroom with Harry, Ron and Hermione, Professor McGonagall called out to me.

"Miss Lestrange, can I speak to you for a few minutes?" She said to me. Here we go, what have I done?

"Go on, you three. I'll see you at lunch." I said to them. They waved to me before I re-entered the classroom and walk to the professor's desk. I stood there and I waited for her to speak.

"So, Miss Lestrange." She said. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, Professor." I said nervously.

"Good. There is a few things I want to speak to you. First off, Professor Snape told me that you swore when he came to talk to Mr Potter Mr Wealsey."

"Oh." That's all I had to say.

"As you know, language is not tolerated in this school." She said to me.

"Are you going to punish me?" I asked her, knowing that I have broken a school rule.

"No." She said to me What? No punishment? "Surprising, Snape told me not to punish you as he said this was a one-off and it was just the start of the term. But can you assure me that this won't happened again?"

"Yes, Professor." I said.

"Good. Now, do you want to try out for the Quidditch team?" She asked me.

"Actually, I want to sign up." I said. "I've been thinking about it for a while."

"That's good to hear." McGonagall said. "You will be following in your mother's footsteps. She was a beater for the Slytherin team. And I admit, she was a damn good one."

"Yeah." I said. "But I was thinking about being a chaser."

"That's alright, we do need another chaser. Especially, because Angelina Johnson is standing down at the end of the year." She said.

"Standing down?" I asked.

"Well, Miss Johnson wants to focus on her NEWTS next year so this year will be her last." She said. "So I'll think you will make a fine replacement."

"Thank you, Professor." I said.

"That is all, go and have something to eat." McGonagall said to me. I left the classroom and I took off for the great hall but then I realised that I still have to send off my letter. I went straight away to the Owlery. When I enter it, there was all these beautiful owls was sitting there, ready to do anything. I walked up to the black and white one and I put the letter on her leg.

"Can you take this to twenty-four Mackie St, Surrey?" I said to the owl. The owl hooted, It spreads Its wings before it took off in the direction, which I assume is the city. I smiled as I left the Owlery, back towards the great hall to have some lunch. Finally, I arrived at the great hall and I sat down next to Hermione, Harry and Ron and I just started eating the first thing I got my hand on.

(Author's Note – There we go. Now, I will be spitting each thing over each chapter so each event is bunched up in one massive chapter. So, that's the plan for the chapters. Next time, the howler scene, defence against the dark arts and Sophie will meet hr parents for the first time, well in her head anyway. I have things going on at the moment, so I don't know when the next update is coming. I will try to get it out as soon as possible. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)