- Start of something new-

The doors open and we walk through a massive hall between tables filled with students.

I look up at the ceiling as Hermione explains, "It's the not real the ceiling. it's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." 

"Hmm interesting." I nod as we stop at the end of the hall, lining up in front of a stool with an old hat on it.

"Will you wait along here, please? Now before we begin... Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

An old man, with a long white beard stands up. " I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right -hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to a die a most painful death. Thank you." 

"When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger."

I look over to her muttering something to herself, "Mental, the one, Im telling you." Ron whispers to Harry.

The hat starts talking for a few second before yelling out "Gryffindor!"

"Draco Malfoy" the blonde boy walks up and before the hat can even be placed on his head it calls out "Slytherin!" 

"There is not a witch or wizard who went bad and wasn't in Slytherin." Explains Ron. 

Right , Harry gulps as I zone out a few of the names until his is called. "Harry Potter!" Everyone starts to whisper as he makes his way up. The hat takes his time, and I can see Harry mouth "Not Slytherin." 

"Well better be Gryffindor." 

Harry smiles joining Ron and Hermione. 

"We got Potter, We got Potter" The Weasley twins chant.

"Jade Potter." The hall goes silent for a moment as I make my way up. 

"Another one?" 

"Are they related?" I hear a couple of people whisper

"Another Potter, eh? But less difficult. Clever, talent and powerful.  You'd do well in Gryffindor , more so than your brother, but I can see a desire to differentiate yourself. And unlocking your full potential will only be possible in one place, Slytherin!" The hats yells out, the Slytherin table cheer while the rest of the Hall stare in shock. I make my over glancing at Harry, who doesn't look too happy. I sit down next to Malfoy as other students continue to get sorted.

"So are you really a Potter?" He asks, getting  the  attention of the other students around us.

"Uh yes, Harry is my brother." 

"Then why have I never heard of you, where is your scar?" He looks me up and down.

"I don't have one and apparently Dumbledore didn't want people knowing about me... well until now but honestly it's still all a mystery to me. I only found out about being a witch a few days ago."

"What?" He looks at me disgusted.

"I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle, they're muggles. They're also awful people."

"Well most muggles are." Malfoy rolls his eyes, as a girl sits down opposite me.

"Hi, Im Pansy Parkinson, you must be the other Potter."

"Yes, that's me, the unknown twin." I smile. 

"At least we have one Potter in our house." An older student smiles.

"Wonder why Dumbledore kept you a secret?" 

"Let the feast begin." Dumbledore announces and mountains of food appear on the table.

"Wow" I look up and down that table.

"So are you all pure-bloods then?" Pansy asks. 

"Pure-blood, what?" I look at her confused.

Malfoy scoffs, "It means you have no muggle blood in you. You're 100% wizard. Then you have half-bloods, who have both. Finally you have mudbloods, or muggle born who are witches or wizards with muggle parents."

"Oh well then im pretty sure Im a half-blood."

"Yeah your mum was a mudblood." Draco sneers and I glare at him. 

"What's wrong with that?"

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"Right first years follow me" an older Slytherin yells. I stand up and head towards the exit. "Slytherin common room is in the dungeon." the guy explains. "Pay attention so you don't get lost."

I try spot Harry before we leave but I can't, guess I'll try find him later. I walk in silence to the dungeons as Malfoy yaps about who knows what. We reach a door and the Prefects stop in front of a painting that asks for the password.

"Pure-blood."

I roll my eyes, clearly this is one of the ways Slytherin got it's negative reputation. I follow the crowd in, looking around at the dark green room. I look out the window and notice we're underwater. How cool.

"Welcome to the Slytherin common room. Boy's dormitory is upstairs to the left. Girls, to your right. All your belongings have already been brought up. Any questions?"

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The next morning classes begin, up first is transfiguration, with Professor McGonagall, the women from yesterday. I walk down the aisle, when someone grabs me, pulling me down. 

"Ow, what was that for." I look to my left at Malfoy.

"I've decided, you're going to sit with me in every lesson. I can't have no one to sit with, that would be embarrassing."

"What about you're two little friends, Crabbe and Goyle?"

"They're alright but not very bright. Besides why would I chose them, when I could sit next to a Potter?"

"Who says im smart? Also, you had no clue who I was, so don't go acting like you're my biggest fan or something." I point as Professor McGonagall walks in.

She sets us a simple task to do, before turning into a cat and sitting on her desk. Which was pretty cool. The class was working away in silence, when the door opens, and Harry and Ron run in late.

"Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron whispers, as I sniffle a laugh. Just as he finishes the cat on the desk pounces forward, shifting back into human-form McGonagall.

"That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps, it would be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? Then one of you might be on time."

"We got lost." Harry states.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

...

The next lesson is Potions, with Professor Snape, head of Slytherin. Malfoy drags me onto a table with Crabbe and Goyle. They're messing around when Snape dramatically walks through the door.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few." He glance down at Malfoy and I. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a topper in death." I look over at Malfoy gazing at him with interest.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts with abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." I turn around spotting Harry writing on some parchment. "Mr Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand shoots up, as Harry look confused shaking his head.

"You don't know? Let's try again. Where Mr Potter would you look if i asked you to find a bezoar?"

"I don't know, sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, sir. Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... Is it, Miss Potter? " He turns his attention to me "Perhaps you know?" 

"Uhh, the first one would make the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat. And Monkshood and wolfsbane, are the same plant, called anon- no aconite." I brace myself, waiting for his response.

 A glint of pride appears in his eyes as he nod, "Correct Miss Potter. Five points to Slytherin."

I let out the breath I didn't know i'd been holding as Snape carries on with the class. "How did you know that?" Malfoy whispers. 

"I couldn't sleep last night. So i decided to read, the potions book looked the most interesting."

Malfoy nods, as I spot Snape eyeing us. 

...

"Thanks for that." Harry walks up to me at the end of the lesson.

"For what?"

"For embarrassing me."

"Im sorry Harry, I didn't know he was going to ask that."

"Snape already hates me, and now it's going to only get worse."

"Im sure he doesn't hate you." I laugh. "Anyway I haven't seen you in ages, how's Gryffindor?"

"Good, really good. Glad I was chosen for it, and not Slytherin."

"You're not seriously mad at me getting into Slytherin. I didn't ask for it Harry?" I stare at him before he sighs.

"You're right. You're not going to go bad anyway, so there's no need to worry."

"Exactly. It's probably just because of my talents any way." I joke and Harry laughs, as we walk to our next lesson.

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"Flying lessons?" I look at Malfoy as we walk to the courtyard.

"Yes, with broom sticks. Not like I need them though, Father taught me to ride one years ago."

"Broomsticks, how wicked witch of the west ."

"Who?" Malfoy scowls at me.

"Never mind." I brush him off, not wanting to dive into the muggle-world.

We stand opposite some Gryffindors as Madam Hooch arrives. 

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch."

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. What are you waiting for? Step up to  the left side of your broom. Come on now, hurry up... Stick your hand over the broom and say 'up'."

"Up" I watch Malfoy smirk as the broom immediately flies into hand. "See told you I was good."

"You never said you were good." I reply.

"Right I'd like to see you try."

I exhale, before holding my hand out and saying "Up". The broom flies into my hand, I look over at Malfoy who is shocked.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment... then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two.."

A boy from Gryffindor starts to float in the air. Clearly not in control.

"Mr Longbottom... Mr Longbottom!"

"Down! Down!" The boy, Neville yells as the broom starts flying off.

"Come back down this instant!" Madam hooch calls out as Neville cries. We all watch as Neville flies out of control around the grounds, crashing into the building before getting stuck on one of the statues. Everyone runs over, as his robe rips and he falls down, "Ow". 

I cringe as the sound of his body hitting the ground, "Flying doesn't seem very fun." I mumble, following Malfoy and his minions.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch runs over, helping Neville up. "oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get. Everyone it to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take him to the hospital wing. Understand? if I see a single broom in the air... the one riding it will be expelled before they can say Quidditch."

"Quidditch?" I look at Malfoy but he's too busy playing with a ball.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy announces. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

"Give it here, Malfoy." My brother yells.

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find" He mounts his broom. "How about on the roof? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Harry starts to mount his broom, "Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides you don't even know how to fly" Hermione states.

"How hard can it be, Malfoy can do it?" I shrug as Harry doesn't listen.

"What an idiot."  Hermione rolls her eyes.

"Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Is that so?" Harry lunges forward to grab it but Malfoy dodges out the way, I watch unimpressed as the two argue, when Malfoy effortlessly throws the ball. Harry zooms after it, catching it just before it crashes through a window.

The Gryffindors cheer running towards him as he lands. 

"Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?" I nudge Malfoy, who looks annoyed.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall walks out. "Follow me."

I smack my hand over my face, while the Slytherins laugh. That boy was done for.