(Author's Note – New chapter, guys. Now, after this one, I don't know when I will be updating so you guys will just have to hang in there. This chapter will start on a new day so we will straight into it. Keep leaving your reviews and questions. As before, I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!)

Last time: The first day of classes went really well for Sophie, despite having to deal with mandrakes, a celebrity teacher and an smirking Draco. Sophie knows the year will continue to get better.

It was Wednesday, lunchtime and I noticed the board had a list of people that wanted to signed up for Quidditch. Gryffindor students were either looking or signing up for it. I walk over and I had a look.

This is the Quidditch list. If you want to try out, please put down your name, your year and the position you want to try out for. Try outs will be next week. Best five will be selected for the team. Good luck.

I grabbed the quell and I put my name down and I left the common room, bumping into Neville on the way.

"Hey, Sophie." Neville said.

"Hey." I said to him.

"Did you sign up for the Quidditch team?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did." I answered him.

"Well, I hope you make it on the team." He said.

"Thanks." I said then we arrived at the great hall. "Want to join me?" I asked him.

"Ah, no. I've already eaten but we should study to together one day. I'm not asking you out on a date. I'm just..." He said.

"Relax. I know what you mean." I said to him. "I do need help on Herbology and I know you pretty good at it."

"Ok. See you, Sophie." Neville said.

"Bye, Neville." I said as I enter the Great hall. I'm immediately see Harry, Ron and Hermione and I sat down next to them and I started digging into all the food that was there. I love the food that They make here at Hogwarts. There was chips, chicken, steak, pork, you name it. However, I'm not looking forward to the class after Lunch because it was Defence against the dark arts. Great, now we have to deal with Lockhart, personally.

"Hey, Harry. What did Lockhart said to you yesterday?" I asked him.

"He heard about the incident." Harry said to me.

"Wow, what did the all famous idiot had to say about that?" I said. I'm pretty sure that there were a set of eyes on me, definitely Hermione's.

"Well, he said I did it to get famous." He said.

"What?" I asked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, but that's not the worst of it." He said.

"Oh, want can be worst than that?" I said.

"He said that defeating Lord Voldemort isn't as good as his most-charming smile award." He said.

"Ok, that's going way too far." I said to him. I know that he will rather have his parents back than defeat a dark lord, I know that all too well. I saw Ron looking at his new and Improved wand. Well, he just stuck it back together with Spellotape but that made no difference, it was still rubbish.

"Just say it, I'm doomed." Ron said to us. Me and Harry just looked at each other and started smirking.

"You're doomed." We both said, trying to hold back a breath. Just then, we saw a flash from a camera, jeez, I think I'm blind, I can see two Hermiones.

"All right, Harry? I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too." He introduces himself. "I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've still got a lighting scar on your forehand." He said, drawing a great shuddering breath.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too." Harry said to him.

"Um, What do we have after defence against the dark arts?" I said as I grab Hermione's time table. My eyes widened as the bridge in London because I could not believe whit what I was seeing. "Hermione, is that love hearts all around Lockhart's classes?" I asked her.

"No." Hermione said as she snatched the timetable back from me, flushing furiously. Ha, typical. I Knew this was going to happen. Then we heard a hoot come form the window. An owl just flew in from the window and landed between me and Hermione and I can tell who it is.

"Hello, Minnie." I said to the owl, giving her feathers a rub.

"Minnie?" Ron asked.

"My family owl." I said as I took the letter off her leg. I opened the parchment and began to read.

Dear Sophie

It's great to see that you have settle back into Hogwarts. As for you joining the Quidditch team, I'm not freaking out with the idea. Just be careful, I don't want start getting letters saying that you got injured during the game. As for Tonks, well, she wasn't happy when you didn't change your house to Ravenclaw. But like I said, You always stick by your house, no matter what. Oh by the way, we just brought a new owl. His name is Boston. He'll be delivering our letters now, so we have decided that you can keep Minnie as your own pet. Now make sure you look after her. Awaiting your reply.

Love, your family

Andy

I smiled as I looked at Minnie. She hooted as she nuzzles up to me. "So you are my pet, now?" She hooted happily as she took off for the owlery. Then we heard another hoot and I don't think that was Minnie this time.

"Hey, Ron. Is that your owl?" Dean said to Ron. A brown owl flew in and whacked into the bowl of chips. Great landing bird, really nailed it.

"Errol!." Ron said, pulling his bird out of the bowl. "Bloody bird's an menace." When he grabbed the red envelope in his beak and Ron went pale. He looked like he was about to vomit. "Oh, no!" He said weakly.

"It's all right, he is still alive." Hermione said, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger.

"It's not that, it's that!." Ron was pointing at the red envelope. It looked quite normal to us, but Ron and Neville were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode.

"Look, everyone." Seamus piped up. "Wealsey's got himself an howler." He was loud enough for the school to hear and they all burst out into laughter.

"Go on." Neville said to him. "I ignore one from my grandma once. It was horrible."

"What's a Howler?" Harry said.

"Looks like we are about to find out." I answered. Ron was shaking. He slowly moved his hand over the letter and he reluctantly opened it. Then in the silence of the hall, a voice shrieked out.

"RONALD WEALSEY!" I think I can tell that the holwer's voice was his mother.

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I'M ABLOUSTLY DISGUSTED IN YOU! YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE WILL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" Miss Wealsey shouted. Then the howler turned to Ginny.

"Oh and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud of you." She said to Ginny, which made her blush. It then turned back to Ron. It did a raspy at him before it torn itself into shreds. I heard Hermione's breath hitched in her voice as she watched Ron face changed from different forms of paranoia.

"Wow, you mother has one bad temper." I said to him. We had to physically drag Ron out of the hall. Well, we head to pass all of the laughing students that were howling at him but I admit, that was funny but at the same time, I was worried that I will get one in the near future. We made it to the courtyards so Ron can catch what left's of his pride.

"Harry." Someone called out. We all looked up and I saw the last person Harry did not want to see. Gulderoy Lockhart. "I was just on my way back to my classroom to start preparing when I just bumped into you. Like to join me?" He asked Harry.

"Thanks, but..." Harry started but Lockhart cut him off.

"Splendid." He said as he put a hand around Harry and entered the school through a side door with the whole school looking on. The three of us went close so we can hear what they say. Harry looked behind and he saw three things. First, there was Hermione, who was admiring Lockhart and the whole thing. Then, there was Ron, he was annoyed with Harry being dragged through the whole school like a show pony. Then there was me, snickering under my breath, trying to not let out an laugh as I watched my best friend get embarrassed.

"A word to the wise, Harry." Lockhart started speaking to him an I can hear what he was saying. "I covered up for you back there with young Creevey. If he was photo-graphing me, too, your schoolfellows won't think you're setting yourself up so much." I can hear Harry's stammers but Lockhart wasn't listening as he swept Harry down a corridor lined with staring students and up a staircase.

"Let me just say that handing out signed pictures at this stage of your career isn't sensible – Looks a tab big headed, Harry, to be frank. There may well come a time when, like me, you'll need to keep a stack handy whenever you go, but," I hear him make a little chortle, " I don't think you're quite there yet." We finally reached Lockhart's classroom and he finally let go of Harry. We went inside and we took a seat near the front of the class. I sat next to Hermione while Harry and Ron sat behind us. I turned around to speak to Harry but Ron beat me to it.

"You could've fried an egg on your face." Ron said. "You better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club."

"Shut up." Harry snapped at him and I started laughing. A Harry Potter fan club? Now, that will send him off the edge of the cliff. I realised that he looked very sad from all of this so I put my hand on Harry's.

"Will you be okay?" I asked him. "Even though that was funny to me, it must've been embarrassing for you."

"I'll be fine, Sophie." He said, Smiling at me.

"Ok, bur I'm here if you need me." I said to him

"Thanks, Sophie." He said. I smiled back at him and turned around to face the class. Then Lockhart came out of his office, with an massive smile on his face.

"Let me introduce you to your defence against the dark arts teacher." He started. "Me." Yes, we know that we were told at the feast. "Gulderoy Lockhart, order of Merlin, Third Class. Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-times winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" He laughed weakly. Oh, was that suppose to be funny?

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books – well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about – just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in." He said to the class. When he handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes. Start – now." I looked down at my paper and I'm pretty sure that this will have nothing to do with defending myself.

What is Gulderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?

What is Gulderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

What, in your opinion, is Gulderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

This stupid test went on and on until this silly came up.

When is Gulderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.

"Tut, tut – hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully – I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples – though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey." He gave us another roguish wink. Me and Ron was nor staring at him with disbelief on our faces. Seamus and Dean, who is sitting behind us, is trying not to let a laugh out. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention, and gave a start when he mentioned her name.

"But Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions – good girl! In fact." He flipped her paper over, "Full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent." He beamed. "Quite excellent. Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so, to business." He said and he ducked down under the heart. Hermione looked at me and I gave him a hand-shaped heart. She just gave me an hateful glare. Then Lockhart appeared back behind his table and he bought out a large, covered cage onto it.

"Now, be warned. It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourself facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must you ask you mot to scream." He said as he put his hand on the cage. Okay, what's in the cage? "It might provoke them." He said and then he ripped off the sheets and I small, blue things trying to rip themselves out of the cage.

"Cornish Pixies?" Seamus asked him.

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." He said which made Seamus laughed." Laugh if you will, Mr Finnegan, but Pixies can be tricky devilish little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." He then opened the cage and all of the Pixies flew out in every direction. I quickly duck down and flew for the front, taking a book with me. I was followed closely by Hermione, Harry and Ron. I see Neville and then two Pixies grabbed him by the ears and they hoisted him up to the ceiling and they put him on the chandelier and left him hanging.

"Eh, Get off me!" I hear Hermione shout. I turned around and I saw that one of those pixies was pulling on her hair.

"Stop! STOP! Hold still." Harry said and he whacked the pixie off her with the book.

"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" He shouted but that had no effect. The Pixies then stole the wand and they use it to bring down the dragon exoskeleton which came crashing into the ground. Then I see the teacher raced up the stairs. "I'll just ask the four of you to nip the rest the rest of them back into the cage." He said to us before he disappeared into the safety of his office.

"What do we do now?" Ron said to us. This was getting ugly, very quickly.

"Immobulus." I hear Hermione shout and all of the Pixies froze in the air. Ha, these stupid little shits. I shot up as Hermione put her wand away. I looked up to poor Neville who was just hanging there.

"Having fun?" I said to him.

"Why is it always me?" He asked.

"Don't worry, you look good up there." I said. I looked around and I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione giving me glares. "What?" I asked.

...

It was dinner time and I was so hungry. The debacle at Lockhart's class was very bad. The teachers had to lift Neville off the poor ceiling Lockhart copped a good grilling form Professor McGonagall for not handling the situation better. I sat there, eating the chicken. Then me and Hermione left to go to the Library.

"I think Lockhart copping a earful from McGonagall was harsh." Hermione told me as we reached the grand staircase.

"Oh yeah, he kept control of the class" I said sarcastically. Geez, why Hermione's standing up for him, I'll never know why. We eventually reached the Library and we sat down at the table and got to work. I work on my Herbology stuff while Hermione read Wanderings with Werewolves and doing her Defence against the dark arts work, while drawing some love hearts around on the back of her parchment.

"Sophie." I heard a voice. I looked at Hermione and she was still buried in her book. Must be nothing.

"Sophie." I heard again.

"Did you say something, Hermione?" I asked her.

"No." Hermione said.

My beautiful daughter."

"Sorry, Hermione. I got to go." I said as I grabbed my stuff and raced for the door.

"Sophie." I just heard Hermione before I left the Library. I raced across the corridor and into the girl's bathroom and I had a look at the mirror.

"It's all in your head. It's all in your head." I said to myself.

"Don't start saying that. People think you have gone mad." What the?

"Stop speaking to me!" I said.

"That's not a nice thing to say to your mother."

"Bullshit." I shouted. "You not my..." I trailed off. "How can you hear me?"

"We have a, how do we say it, connection?"

"Who are you? And how did you get inside my head?" I asked him.

"Our name is Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange. And we are connected because you are our daughter."

"Oh Really?" I asked. "Alright, tell me something that, possibly, only my parents can know." They stay silent. What are they doing?

"You are our daughter. We were told that you were alive by my sister, Narcissa Malfoy." She said. Alive? How did... Draco

I was about to say something but two hands engulfed my hips and I felt something pressed up against me.

"Sophie!" It was Hermione. "You gave me a heart attack when you took off. Are you alright?"

"Uh, yeah." I answered. "Just felt a bit sick, that's all."

"Oh, are you sure?" She asked me as we left the bathroom.

"Yes. I'm sorry that I ruined your Gulderoy Lockhart 'Love heart' session." I said which I saw Hermione's face go red.

"I don't have a crush on Gulderoy." Hermione huffed.

"Oh, are we calling him by his first name now?" I cooed which makes her face go even more redder. I laughed as we entered the Gryffindor common room and took off for the bedroom. We entered the bedroom and I went straight to my bed which I see Minnie there, waiting for me. I gave her a pat as I got changed into my PJs.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked me again.

"Yeah." I said.

"You know I'm here if you need someone to talk to." She said.

"I know. You're a good friend." I said to her.

"Thanks. You too." She said. "See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning." I said to her as I landed on my bed and I went to sleep, but I heard one last voice speak to me.

"Good night, my beautiful daughter. I'll see you in the morning."

(Author's Note – There we go. I hope you enjoy it. Any mistakes I will fix it up tomorrow. Next time, the Quidditch team try outs with Hagrid's hut thrown in with it. Now, I got things happening at the moment so I don't know when the next update is coming but I tried to post as soon as possible. Like and review if you have any questions and until next time, Kizzard245 out!)