Title: Morrigan Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Rating: T

Summary: AU/FemHarry. Morrigan Potter, the-girl-who-lived, comes to Hogwarts with no supplies and wearing someone else's robes. Sorted into Slytherin, Snape tries to hate her, but when Hermione tells him what Morrigan told him he makes a vow to protect Lily's daughter against an enemy that's worst then the Dark Lord.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's Harry Potter characters and I'm making no money.

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To Everyone: Thanks for your wonderful reviews. I'll be updating on this story once a day so that you don't have to wait so long for an update.

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Chapter 3: Stupid Draco

The next day Morrigan found her timetable waiting on her when she woke up. She found a towel waiting on her and so she grabbed it and the new bar of soap that McGonagall had insisted on getting for her. It smelled good and Morrigan spent ten minutes just soaking in the tub before a banging on the door told her that she had to get out. Sighing, she toweled dry and put her uniform on. Later she would tell Millicent about the sensation of being able to just soak without the water being cold. The Slytherin's had Magical Theory, Herbology, and Transfiguration. Morrigan had read some of her Transfiguration book and it sounded interesting.

She was going with Millicent and Tracy, since they were the only girls that didn't treat her like dirt. They were also the only two girls that seem to get lost. When the three of them finally found the Great Hall breakfast was half-way over. Morrigan waved at Hermione, who waved back, and then she sat down at the Slytherin table to eat her breakfast.

"Where were you, Potter?" Theodore Nott asked.

"Shopping," Morrigan answered.

"Girls and their shopping," he said and thankfully left it alone.

When the mail arrived, Tracy had warned her about this, she found owls delivering a ton of letters to her. Morrigan had no idea what this was about and before she could even open one of them Professor Snape entered and whisked them away.

"That's my mail, sir," Morrigan told him.

"You don't want to answer these," Snape told her, "Trust me."

Morrigan wasn't sure that she did.

"Trust him on this," Millicent told her, "Their all hate letters. Yesterday Professor Snape tried to get rid of them and one of them exploded in his face, saying that you would get punished for being in Slytherin. Honestly, they act as though the world has ended."

"I bet they wouldn't say that if I was anyone else."

"Your right," Millicent said, "You're famous and they feel that they own you."

Morrigan frowned and asked, "How am I famous?"

Millicent and Tracy both looked at her and then each other. Finally Tracy said, "You don't know that you're famous."

"No, I don't," Morrigan said in a firm tone. "What exactly am I supposed to be famous for?"

"For defeating the Dark Lord," Millicent answered, "You defeated him and brought the end of the dark times."

Morrigan snorted and asked, "How old was I supposed to be when I defeated this man?"

"One."

Morrigan laughed and said, "A one-year-old can't defeat an adult. Most likely others defeated him and gave me the credit."

"Tell that to the children of Death Eaters," Millicent told her, "But I agree that a one-year-old couldn't defeat the Dark Lord. You would have to have something that he didn't have."

"Thank you," Morrigan said, "Now that we've gotten over this famous nonsense I want to head to Magical Theory."

"It's a hard class," Millicent warned.

"I need the challenge," Morrigan told her and they left the Great Hall.

Magically theory was hard, though not as hard as Millicent was letting her think it was. The teacher, Professor Heart, mainly talked about how learning the theory of a spell would help you understand it and therefore be able to cast it. Morrigan wrote notes down on what she was saying and then Professor Heart gave them all homework.

"Three rolls of parchment on the magical theory of pain spells, due next week," she said and then the bell rang.

"Another stupid essay," Draco complained.

"Oh shut up," Morrigan snapped, "You act like this is the end of the world."

"It is, unless I can get someone to do it."

"Don't look at me, Draco, I'm not doing it," Morrigan said.

"Like I would have someone that doesn't even know anything about our world do my homework. You're probably going to fail the entire year."

"Whatever," Morrigan said, "I'm going to Herbology."

And she stormed down the hall and out of sight.

Herbology turned into one of those pleasant classes that she really could get into. Digging in the dirt to help Aunt Petunia plant a garden was really coming in handy. Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, gave them seeds to plant. Draco made a huge cry about it, getting ten points from Slytherin removed. Morrigan wasn't in a good mood with him. She wasn't the only one that was upset with him.

"If he hates this school so much why is he even here?" Millicent asked Morrigan and Tracy.

"I don't know but he better shape up or ship out," Morrigan said, which drew confused looks from her two friends. "Muggle saying."

"Well I can't stand him," Tracy said, "He can't stand even a little bit of work he needs to get home schooled."

"I doubt that Lucius Malfoy will allow that to happen," Millicent told her.

Morrigan snorted.

"Why don't we not talk about Malfoy anymore. I'm hungry," Tracy said and the three girls hurried to the castle.

When they entered the Great Hall they almost ran into Professor Snape. Morrigan went pink when she saw the form of her Head of House.

"Miss Davis, Miss Bulstrode, Miss Potter," he said.

"Sorry, sir," they all said at the same time.

"Walk into the Great Hall, young ladies," Snape ordered.

"Yes, sir," they said at the same time and walked into the Great Hall.

Lunch was pretty much normal, though Morrigan chose to sit with Hermione and tell her what a big whiney that Draco was during Herbology.

"What do you expect," she said, "He probably is use to getting what he wants."

"Yeah, but does he have to do it at our expense," Morrigan asked.

"I don't think he cares."

Morrigan had to agree with that.

After lunch Morrigan and her friends went to Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall seemed nice, but she was very strict. She had Morrigan make up the lesson that she missed, which was really easy since she had read the assignment and had read the theory as well. The only homework that she was given was to work on the assignment that everyone else was doing and then do an essay, explaining the effects. Morrigan wrote this down in her planner that Snape had insisted that she keep and then she joined the others when the bell rang.

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