When Ivy woke up that morning, it was, judging by her watch, about 5:30. She she'd grabbed her things and headed for one of the two showers in the bathroom.

Toweling her hair dry, it took her a minute to realize their was a message on her bed.

'Ivy- I have read Petunia's letter. I need to speak with you after dinner in my office at 8:30. - S. Snape.'

She shrugged as she put on the schools uniform. She would meet him.

With a sigh, she went down the hallway and into the common room, walking out, ignoring everyone else.

Truth be told, at this moment she didn't care anything about her house. So far had shown most of them to be idiots, and only Blaise and Daphne had shown an indication they weren't stuck up. Ivy figured it was going to be a rough seven years for her.

-Gryffindor Tower-

George trudged out of the common room, his twin and younger brother behind him.

"One of the few things I hate." Ron grumbled. "Waking up early."

"Relax, Ron-" Fred.

"You get used-" George.

"To It soon-" Gred.

"Enough." Forge.

Ron paused before shrugging. Couldn't they try not to confuse him? He sighed and left the common room to go to breakfast.

-Random Hall: One and half hours later-

Ivy grumbled under her breathe as she leant against a wall. Why the hell did she have to get lost? She was so going to be late for Charms!

Sighing she stood back up straight and began to walk again, before running into some one as she turned the corner.

The books she was carrying were thrown into the air and she threw her hands up to block them from her head, but didn't feel anything.

Peeking up, she saw them hovering above her head, before they were lowered to the ground in a neat little stack.

"Thanks-" She cut off, noting red hair.

"George Weasley." He offered, picking up his own books and grunting. "Lost?"

"Yep. Why did they have to have such a freaking huge castle for school?" She groaned.

He chuckled, "Well, looks like were both late now." He leaned against the wall. "You ok? I didn't mean to run into you."

She waved him off, "It's fine George, I should've been watching where I was going. I don't break that easily." She shrugged, grabbing her books and standing up, offering her hand.

When both were standing she looked up at him, "Um, could you, ah, help me find Charms?" She asked, "I don't want you to be to late, and I'm sure I could find my way if you could just tell-"

George had thrown his free arm over her shoulders and began to guide her the opposite direction he'd been coming from. "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall will understand when I tell her why." He told her, "So…you've got my brother pretty confused." He stated casually.

She looked up at him, hesitating before speaking. "…He isn't the only one. It's so confusing, I don't understand any of it."

"Relax, I figured that from your note to him last night. I'm not about to let you or my brother try and figure this out on your own though. I plan to help you both through it, even if I really don't know you." He said with a wink. "We'll here's Charms, good luck, little flower." He turned to leave.

Ivy blushed at the nickname. "Don't call me that!" She shouted, before turning and quietly entering the class room, giving the Professor an apology and explanation.

George merely laugh loudly, before hurrying to Transfiguration, sighing and hoping he wouldn't get detention since he had been helping a Slytherin. Or his brother was gonna kill him.

At Lunch, Ivy sat next to Daphne talking quietly. "Defense Against the Dark Arts. As if, I'm sorry but he shouldn't be teaching if that encounter with Vampires screwed him up that bad." The Greengrass said.

Ivy shrugged. "I do wonder why Professor Flitwick doesn't teach it though, I did hear he was a Master Duelist. But I think charms will come in handy, never know when you need to charm a book to go flying at someone's head."

Daphne giggled. "Maybe I should use that on Astoria, my little sister."

The black haired Slytherin rolled her eyes, "You sound like she's the Devil's Spawn, Daphne."

Said girl shuddered, "Might as well be." She muttered.

Blaise settled opposite of them, "So, what did you two think of our classes so far?"

They shared a look, "Charms is interesting, but DADA? A bit lacking really." Ivy said with another shrug.

The dark skinned eleven year old nodded. "I know what you mean. It's hard to understand Professor Quirrell when he talks because of that stutter of his."

Ivy just sighed, "I think I'll just read the book and practice in my room." She added "I better go, or I'll going to be late for Potions."

With a grunt, Blaise got up, "I have Transfiguration, so I'll see you in the Common Rooms."

"And I have the same, so we'll see you later, Ivy." Daphne said with a nod, following Blaise.

Walking down the hall the Girl-Who-Lived gave an irritated sigh when she heard Draco Malfoy's voice insulting someone.

Clearing her throat as she rounded the corner, she placed her free hand on her hip. "Malfoy."

Said blonde looked over from where he was insulting a red head- Ron- and the Granger girl from before.

"I believe I told you not to use that word right?" She said with a glare. "I was under the impression you Malfoy's knew when to back down."

He glared right back at her. "This is none of your business, Potter. Just move along."

She rolled her eyes. "I think it is my business when your insulting one of my friends, and a girl who honestly is better, at the two subjects we've had today, than you. So I think, instead of insulting the poor girl, try asking for help you insufferable moron." SHe brushed past him and nodded to Ron, "May I walk with you two? Lord knows I'd rather not share my breathing space with a jerk."

He nodded, "Hermione, this is Ivy Potter. Ivy, this is Hermione Granger." He introduced as they began to walk down into the dungeons.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hermione." Ivy smiled at her, "I'm sorry about Malfoy, not all of us Slytherin's are like that."

The bushy haired brunette nodded, "It's alright, I'll get used to it."

Ivy paused, "Hermione, do you know what 'Mudblood' means?"

The girl shook her head.

"It means your blood is dirty, he's insulting you and all of your ancestors. Basically calling your bloodline mud on the bottom of his shoe. So to speak." She explained.

The Gryffindor's eyes widened. "That- that- Ugh!" She glared at the air in front of her.

Ron chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll ask Fred and George to prank him senseless, and trust me, they will." He eyed Ivy, "Did you know you've got Fred-"

"I know, Ron. Fred, George and I are trying to figure it out, ok? It's rather confusing, so can we not talk about it right now?" She asked pleadingly.

He nodded slowly, "Alright." Both pretended not to see Hermione's confused expression as the three entered the Potions classroom.

When Snape gave his speech, Ivy thought for a moment or two he was going to start in on her, but instead he started in on a Gryffindor named Dean Thomas, and then had Draco give the correct answers.

Favoritism much?

Ivy eyed the boy- a Griffin named Neville Longbottom- with trepidation. He seemed way to nervous.

She absently wondered what she'd gotten herself into as she went to get the potion ingrediats for a simple boil remedy.

Anyone want to hazard a guess as to what's going ot happen to Ivy with her Potions Partner being Neville? Will Draco eventually learn to hold his tongue, before Ivy kicks his arse?...that's doubtful...

R&R!