A/N: Second Chapter! I've just had a hard day though and I'm just getting started on it. Most likely I'll update on the weekends... Minor cussing in this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Harry Potter.

On with the story!

Chapter 2

"Wake up, we're here, "I awoke to the sound of a voice that I couldn't place for a second, but then I remembered. I was on the train to Hogwarts. Harry was shaking my shoulder. "You missed Scabbers biting Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle are some of Malfoy's friends."

"Who in the hell is Malfoy? And go Scabbers!" I said, slightly curious but also annoyed at being woke from my nap, which was why I talked so bad to Harry.

"Malfoy's the boy from the robe shop," Harry explained to me. He had the same look on his face as I did: disgust. He explained everything else that had happened and I was happy about the description of events.

We got off the train, leaving our bags there as someone would come and get them. Hagrid yelled something about only four to a boat. I noticed that Neville would have nowhere to go except with Malfoy if he didn't get on another boat. I got out of our boat and sat in the boat with Malfoy and motioned with my head for Neville to go with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"What are you doing, Bone?!" snarled Malfoy, still outraged from last time. Huh, I've already made an enemy without even trying!

I smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, I'm just sitting with my buddies', right Crabbe and Goyle." I was still smiling and wondering what havoc I could cause with just my wit.

"Right," Crabbe and Goyle both said goofily. I wanted to laugh but I felt slightly sorry for those two doofs.

Malfoy smacked the back of their heads and grumbled under his breath. 1: Me, 0: Malfoy.

After Malfoy's drama queen moment, we docked. I was terribly nervous as we neared the open door. I could see Professor McGonagall, who I liked immediately, but I could tell some others had different thoughts.

We followed the professor into an empty chamber. She then said something about being sorted into our house. What? I felt slightly terrified. I remembered Malfoy saying something about wanting to be in Slytherin. Well, I didn't want to be in that house!

I could hear people talking about all the different houses. Slytherin was cunning, but most of the evil wizards came from there. Hufflepuff was loyal, but slightly stupid. Ravenclaw was smart and charming... not too bad. Griffondor was my best choice though. Courageous and not afraid to follow their heart.

I moved towards Harry and Ron. Ron was talking about it being a test but his brothers were unreliable. Now everyone was silent except for Hermione, who was muttering spells under her breath. I wasn't too worried, school had always came natural to me so this sounded kinda like it.

When the ghost came out, I wasn't too surprised because my house had one in the basement, called Jess. I knew when everyone started screaming that maybe just wizards saw them. It figured I would be the weird girl with a ghost in her basement.

We all formed a line when McGonagall told us to. We were all silent as we followed her to the Great Hall. The hall was beautiful with the enchanted ceiling that looked like night, but I found all the staring eyes terrifying.

Professor McGonagall put a stool down in front of us with a hat on it. A hat? It was old and I was wondering if the test was fashion. When the hat started singing its funny song, I jumped at least twice my height up into the air...and I'm sadly serious.

I was one of the first to go. The hat was sat upon my head, and all I was thinking was please don't smell like mothballs.

"Don't smell like mothballs? They don't put me into a closet!" The hat spoke in my ear. I nearly screamed again. "Hmmm, a troublemaker...GRIFFONDOR!"

"Yay!" I shouted leaping up and running to sit at the Griffondor table when the hat spoke in my ear again.

"You need to put me back on the stool," it grumbled.

"Opps," I whispered. I had, of course, embarrassed myself on the first day. Go figure. I walked meekly to the stool and placed the hat on its original spot.

"That's much better," the hat said in a dignified manner. I didn't look up as I walked to the Griffondor table. A few Slytherins were snickering at my mistake. I sat beside Fred and George, in between them because they insisted. They managed to get me to smile.

I watched as Hermione, Neville, Harry, and Ron were sorted into Griffondor. I had been slightly worried about Harry because the hat had taken longer with him. Harry looked slightly green at one point, but I couldn't blame him. At least he didn't make an utter fool of himself.

I laughed out loud after Dumbledore made his short and strange speech before the feast. I was starving, and I ate almost everything I could get my hands on.

When the feast was over and I heard about the Forbidden Corridor, I wanted, no I needed, to find out what was in there. I gripped the table as I suddenly found myself somewhere else. There was a three headed dog guarding a trapdoor. It was in the Forbidden Corridor, and something was there, and not just the dog.

As the vision disappeared, I knew that I was going to be really good in one of my subjects.

"Hermione, is there a subject where you can see the future, or have visions?" I asked my bushy haired friend.

"Yes, Divination, but we'll be able to get that when we're third years. Why?" She looked at me curiously, probably since I rarely talked.

"Just curious," I answered. Hmm... I seem to get weirder every day. I'm the only first year who has seem a ghost before, and I have visions? You're kidding me!

I was tired, so I was more than happy to go to bed. I had loved singing the school song, very confusing, but still it was fun! My legs felt like lead and I moved sluggishly.

When the flying sticks started hitting Percy, I thought I had finally lost it. But when I saw Peeves, the poltergeist, I knew I wasn't dreaming, that the thing was real. When he decided to dive bomb up and everyone smart ducked, I made and grab for him and caught him. I gave him a hug and then let him go.

I walked past Percy and imitated his voice, "First years, follow me." Percy had turned a red that would make a tomato proud. Everyone was laughing at him, well probably just his face and my antics.

"Bone, get out of the way. "Percy shoved past me, but I just grinned.

"Password," asked the fat lady in the picture.

"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait opened like it was a door, and we entered the Griffondor common room. It was cozy and homely, and I liked it immediately.

I went to my bed room, and wrote down on a piece of paper I found in my pocket to ask Fred and George for prank ideas tomorrow.

That night, I had nightmares about the three headed dog and a good dream about an adorable baby dragon.

x~x~x

My favorite class so far had been transfiguration. I had turned the match into a needle right off the bat. Professor McGonagall looked very happy to have a student who could move on immediately from the matches and needles. She made me try to turn a book into a picture frame, which took me the rest of the class. The only other who made a difference in her match was Hermione. She was smiling for the rest of the class period.

I soon learned I was terrible with plants. I knew all the facts about them, I just couldn't handle them right. Plus, they all tried to bite me, which made me whack them. Professor Sprout didn't like this very much.

I was happy when it was time for Potions. I 'd heard a lot of bad things about Snape, but I had always like making mixtures of drinks when I was younger, and although I knew this would be much harder, it still reminded me of my childhood.

When I realized that our lesson was to take place in the dungeons, my first thought was that this would be a really cool lesson. I kinda liked Snape, but I didn't really like how he treated Harry. Suddenly Snape asked Harry what he would get if he added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood. I knew that the answer was the Draught of Living Death, a very powerful sleeping potion. Snape asked Harry several more questions, which Hermione and I knew, although I wouldn't raise my hand.

"Ms. Bone, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Professor Snape asked me. He had a glint in his eye that told me he believed that I would get it wrong.

"They're the same plant, also known as aconite," I answered the professor.

His lips curved up. "You're correct. Class, copy that down."

I was working with Neville, and managed to stop him from putting the porcupine quills in it too soon. "You're supposed to take the cauldron off the fire, then add them," I said as I demonstrated.

"Oh," Neville murmured dumbly. That was the end of that near disaster.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I all went to Hagrid's after class. It was strange and had dead animals all in it. He gave us some strange cakes, but they had raisins in them. I really hate raisins, so I had a real excuse not to eat them. I would have tried them if they didn't have raisins in them.

I was petting Fang and listening to Hagrid talk. He talked kinda funny but it was also cool. Harry was telling Hagrid about Snape. "He really hates me and seems to like Acora fine," Harry explained to Hagrid.

"Snape liked her mother; they 'ere childhood friends. He probably does like yeh, but doesn' know how to show it," Hagrid informed Harry and I. I wanted to learn more about my parents, but there was something in Hagrid's eyes that begged me not to ask.

When everyone started talking about the break-in, I frowned. If the goblins said there hadn't been anything taken, then there hadn't. We had emptied a vault, but that didn't mean they were going to steal that tiny package.

Soon we went back to the castle for dinner. I had to talk to Professor McGonagall because I wanted extra lessons after class.

After dinner, I knocked on her classroom door. I assumed she would be here, but I wasn't very sure. I heard a quiet "Come in," from inside and I opened the door.

Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, paperwork everywhere. Her hair was in a mess and her glasses looked like they wanted to jump off her nose. "What is it, Acora?" she asked. I knew she was really out of it when she said my first name.

"I wanted to have a few extra lessons on transfiguration, but, no offence Professor, you don't look up to it," I informed her.

"I don't believe I'm up to it tonight, but maybe tomorrow or on the weekends." She managed a tired smile.

"Do you need some help with paperwork then?" I looked at the stack she hadn't graded. It was still large, even though she had done at least half of it.

Professor McGonagall smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you, Ms. Bone that would be very helpful and appreciated."

She let me grade many papers (not my own, of course), and made me promise not to tell the students' grades to anyone. I would never tell someone's seriously bad grade to another kid. I'm not a gossip.

After that, I dragged my butt to bed. Many students were still in the common room, but I was so tired I ignored them all and went to bed.

I dreamt of snakes and ghost, moaning in pain and terror. I didn't recognize any of the ghost, thank goodness .Then I saw Jess, and it looked like it was from when he was alive. It looked like he was very sick. He was sweating and talking in his sleep. Then the scene changed to a different one.

There were many people I didn't recognize there, one of them looking very much like Harry. The scenes changed nearly every second. There were just mummers inside my head, their voices. There were screams that I could barely make out and sobs, or maybe it was laughter? I dreamed like this all night, having no rest from the screams and sobs and maniac laughter.