Erin: Hello readers, this is chapter 3 of my story! it's a filler chapter, so don't expect anything important, it gives you a background of non-magical abilities that Alison has though! Anyways I'm sad to say that I don't own the Harry Potter series yet.

J.k.: And you never will.

Erin: Harsh... I'll bake you a cookie?

Jk: No.

Erin: I'll give you my precious shoes and scarfs! On second thought, keep your books... I value those things over that money any day... *Goes in corner and apologizes to scarves and shoes for trying to trade them*

JK:You don't seriously think an idiot like that could own my books do you? Humph...go and read this story, it ain't half that bad.

They were all sitting together at the dining table, and Lucius was conversing silently with Alphonse, and both of their eyes would glance at their children, who were sitting there discussing Hogwarts under their breath. Alison traded Information about her tutors in America, and learned about Hogwarts in turn. She commented about one of her tutors, Shirohime, and how she had white hair, and pale green eyes. She also commented on how it was her who taught her how to use a whip as good as a hand, and helped her learn balance.

She also informed him on Jessica, a black haired and tanned skinned California girl, who was the women who taught her hand to hand, and how to do parkour like a pro. Not only that, but she told him about Yukihime, a full-blooded Japanese woman, who taught her how to handle swords and throw knives with deathly aim.

In return, after commenting about her learning muggle techniques, Draco told her about the teachers, and the lessons, and how Snape was the best, although strictest, teacher there was, he went easy on his little snakes though, and hated the stupid lion cubs, seeing as to how he didn't resent McGonagall too much.

Draco told her of the quidditch and how he was going to be the seeker this upcoming year, and he pitied Alison for being a first year and not being allowed on the team. Although she had never been on a broom before, it was obvious that she'd be a natural.

He informed her of the stairs, all the ones that moved, lost a step randomly, he also talked about the doors, how they would only open with a word, or if you tickled it, or knocked with a right tune. He also told her of the golden trio, who the 'great' Harry Potter chose to associate with.

Draco seemed to have a hatred aimed at the Weasley's, and not once did he compliment them, the whole time he talked about them, he was insulting them. Bill and Charlie were the oldest, and one was a curse breaker[1], while the other was a dragon searcher. Percy was the oldest, and a prefect at the school, supposedly all high and mighty in the Gryffindor house, which at this point he pointed out how all the Weasley's were in there, and he commented about how he didn't care who you are, and would find a way to take points and get you into trouble.

After that, he told her of the twins. The mischievous duo, and the school pranksters, and how they loved tormenting the Slytherin students, and how they got into more trouble than their worth. He also commented on how they loved to confuse people by saying their name was Fred and George one minute, then George and Fred the next, and to tip it off, they called themselves Gred and Forge at random times. They were known for finishing others sentences, and taking one and another's place. They would be about 2 years older than her, seeing as to how they were a year older than Draco.

Next he informed Alison of the youngest son Ronald, who went by Ron, and how he was always trying to be famous by hanging out with the famous Potter, and how he was nothing but a hit in handle downs, with hair and freckles that came along with the family line. He also grudgingly admitted Ron was 'alright' at chess, but that he could beat him any day.

He also mentioned a third person, a girl her age, or as he referred to her, a bloody weaslet. She was the only girl in the family, and was the youngest, "for now." Draco had commented, with a sneer. All Alison did was roll her eyes, and sigh.

She couldn't help but wonder about the family. Supposedly, they were all pure bloods, but they chose to ignore the traditions. Not only that, but they loved their children, no matter how many they had, and they probably had to put up with a lot, considering that two of their children are pranksters, and the other seems to be a friend of the famous Harry Potter. Although the rest seemed okay, it was rather shocking to her. From what she could tell, their children who were out of school had gotten jobs right away, and had helped the family, and the ones in school already were trying to find a job.

They seemed like a responsible lot, people who can take care of themselves and could scrape by. Although their family size was bigger than normal, there was no way denying that they were a loving, if not despicable, as Draco called them, family. And actually, Alison was rather curious about them, and couldn't help but want to meet them. Maybe just the girl, or maybe all, who knows. Although they would probably hate her for the house she was going to end up in.

She blinked and paid attention to the guest. The one that most interested her was Professor Sprout; she seemed caring and loyal, perfect for the Leader of the Hufflepuffs house. And although they were different, she could see reason in why her god uncle, Professor Snape had brought her.

An honest woman wouldn't lie, and would tell the whole truth, she would tell Dumbledore about how the family seemed kinder than most, and more open towards guest, and how they had involved muggle appliances into their daily life. She would comment on their politeness, and how the family seemed lively. She would also think of the daughter as a sweet, non-trouble making child. Oh how wrong was she.

Snape and his guest left rather early, but that was to be expected, they did both have a curriculum to teach, and both were rather busy. They each had things to do, plants to water, and potions to brew. So with little hesitance, they left after thanking them, and letting them know that they had had a great time.

[1] Isn't that what Bill does?