***

It was morning at Hogwarts. The night had passed by and Prim had slept amazingly. The beds were a lot more comfortable than the pallet she had at the bottom of the stair closet. It had been so comfortable that she had overslept. She hurriedly got ready, got her books, and rushed into the common room. She saw Ron hurrying as well, he must've overslept, too. The two rushed down the empty halls together and into Transfiguration class.

Everyone was sitting in their seats, quietly, writing with their quills. Some people turned to look at them as they opened the doors. She could see Hermione roll her eyes at them in annoyance because of their lateness. Prim couldn't see Professor McGonagall anywhere, though. They must've not been that late

"Whew, we made it," Ron exclaimed. The two slowed their pace to a walk, "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" They stop at the beginning of the row. The cat jumped off of the desk and transformed into none other than Professor McGonagall. The two kids are amazed at the transformation, "That was bloody brilliant."

Professor McGonagall had her hands clasped together in front of her. She stood in front of them and looked down at them with a disapproving look, "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Ms. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time."

Prim became sheepish, "We got lost, Professor."

"Then perhaps a map?" The professor suggested, "I trust you don't need one to find your seats." Both of them shook their heads. She went back to the front of the class and the two sat down in the empty seats beside of them.

***

Transfiguration went pretty smoothly after that. They had mostly taken notes for the class which some of the students didn't like. After that class was potions which Prim had not heard good things about. She had heard from Ron's brothers, Fred and George, that it was a complete nightmare because Professor Snape was the teacher.

Everyone had already settled down in their seats. Prim chose to sit beside of Hermione in this class because she wanted to get to know her more. She needed more friends besides Ron, even though he is really great. Everyone was talking the friends and steaming cauldrons sat in front of them. It became silent when the door burst open and everyone turned to it.

Snape came rushing into the room, "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few..," Professor Snape looked at Draco who smirked, "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 stopper in death," Draco's eyebrow rose in interest.

Snape looked over to see Prim. She was writing down what Snape said in his speech, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not... Pay... Attention," Hermione nudged Prim and she stopped. Prim looked at Hermione then the professor. He walked to where he could speak to her more properly, "Ms. Potter. Our... New... Celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand shot up. Prim shrugged in response, "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Ms. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione's hand shot up, again. Prim shook her head, "I don't know, sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" Snape asked. Prim's answer was still the same. Snape ignored Hermione's raised hand and continued to take shots at the red-haired girl, "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything..," Draco smirked as the girl was getting embarrassed, "Is it, Ms. Potter?" Prim only stared at Professor Snape. He barely even knew her for five seconds and already dislikes her. What's fair about that?

***

It was midday and all of the students sat in the Great Hall. They all had papers and books in front of them that they were trying to do. Prim found this part even more exciting than actual homework was. Muggle homework was boring, this homework was one thing she actually wanted to do. Magic interested her a lot.

Seamus was pointing his wand at a goblet, "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum," He looked into the cup and shook his head. He started to try again, "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..."

Prim watched him in confusion. She looked over at Ron and questioned, "What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?"

"Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before-" Ron was cut off when there was a sudden flash. They looked over to see that the cup had exploded from the inside and left Seamus charred. Several students laughed at his misfortune. A flock of owls started coming into the hall from the rafters above, catching everyone's attention, "Ah. Mail's here!"

The owls soared by, dropping parcels in front of student. Prim got nothing, which was to be expected. Why would her family that dislikes her send her anything? She looked over and saw the newspaper that Ron had put down, "Can I borrow this?" Ron nodded, "Thanks." Prim started to unwrap it to read it.

Neville unwrapped an interesting gift. It looked to be a clear glass ball with a gold banner around it. "Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean announced to everyone around them.

"I've read about those," Hermione stated, "When the smoke turns red," The smoke inside the glass ball turned red, "It means you've forgotten something."

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville shrugged.

Something in the paper caught Prim's eye. She nudged Ron's arm to get his attention, "Somebody broke into Gringotts, listen," She read the article out loud to him, "'Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken,'" The moving picture on the article were the goblins looking around the vault, "'The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day.' That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." The two shared a look and then looked to Hermione, who had been listening in.

***

The students stood on the grass outside of the class. It was now in the afternoon and Prim was a little tired already. The students stood in two lines, facing each other. Beside of each student laid a broom on the ground. The teacher, Madam Hooch, came down the line. She had short blonde hair and hawk yellow eyes.

"Good afternoon, class." She said.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." She said back.

She started putting on her gloves, "Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon," She stopped at the end of the line and faced the class, "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick," Everyone did so, "Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"

"Up!" Prim's broom immediately flew up into her hand.

She stared at it with wide and amazed eyes, "This is so cool." Hermione stared at her in shock at how she was able to do it so quickly. The rest of the class seemed to be struggling.

"Up!" Prim heard a voice say. She looked over to see Draco, broomstick in hand, and a smug grin was on his face.

"With feeling!" Hooch instructed.

Hermione's broom was rolling around on the ground, "Up. Up. Up. Up."

"Up," Ron's broom shot up and whacked him in the face, "Oh," He held his nose which was hit. Prim laughed at the scene she had witnessed, "Shut up, Prim." Ron joined in laughing after he had recovered.

Once everyone had gotten their brooms up, Madam Hooch waled down the line, "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end," The class mounted their brooms, "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle... Three... Two..." She blew her whistle.

Before anyone could do as she said, Neville started to rise up from the ground. He seemed to try to go back down, but couldn't. "Oh..." He had a frightened expression on his face.

"Mr. Longbottom." Madam Hooch addressed him.

"Neville... Neville..." The students called out to him.

Madam Hooch kept trying to stop him, "M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!"

Neville's broom took off with him, "Down! Down! Ah!"

"Neville!" Prim yelled.

"Help!" He skyrocketed towards the sky.

"Come back down this instant!" Madam Hooch ordered.

He screamed as he flew around, uncontrollably. He ended up hitting a wall and conked along it until he swooped off. He zoomed back towards the ground and Madam Hooch quickly held her wand out to stop him, "Help!"

"Mr. Longbottom-" She cut herself off when she dove out of the way, along with the students. Neville flew right through where they used to be and up to a tower.

"Ah! Whoa! Ah," He continued yelling. He zoomed past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. His cloack got caught on it and he slipped off of his broom. He was now just hanging there, "Oh. Ah... Help,' He wavered as his cloak started to rip because of the spear. He fell and his cloack then got caught on a torch. He slipped out of his cloak and fell to the ground with a scream. Everyone gathered around him.

"Everyone out of the way," Madam Hooch ran through the group as they scattered, "Come on, get up," Madam Hooch started to help him up. Neville exclaimed in pain. It seemed like his wrist had been broken, "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get," Draco grabbed the Rememberall which Neville dropped and Hooch lead Neville away, "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." She left to take him to the hospital wing.

Draco snickered, "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Him and his goons laugh.

Prim approached him, "Give it to me and shut up, Malfoy."

He turned to her, "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," He hopped on his broom and soared around the group, then through, "How 'bout up on the roof?" He soared off and hovered several feet above the grounds, "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Prim had finally had enough. She started to mount her broom when Hermione stopped her, "Prim, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly," Prim flew off after Malfoy, "What an idiot."

Prim is now in the air across from him, "I will knock you off of your broom right now if you do not give me the Remembrall."

"Is that so?" Malfoy inquired. Prim flew forward to take it, but Draco twirled around his broom in a 360, "Have it your way, then!"

Draco hurled the Rememberall into the air. Prim zoomed after it and sped towards a tower. She was just about to hit a window when she finally caught it and stopped herself. She smiled at the achievement and began to fly back down to her classmates. The other students cheered as she landed back down with ease. They all ran to see her and commented on her flying skills. It made her really happy.

"Primrose Potter?" A strict voice said.

Prim noticed Professor McGonagall coming towards them and sighed, "Busted."

"Follow me," McGonagall ordered. Prim followed her with a solemn expression. She could her Malfoy and his croonies snickering with delight. She wanted to punch him in the face right then which was something she never thought she would do. The two of them arrived outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom as he was teaching. "You wait here," She told her. Prim started to get worried. What were they going to do to her, "Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"

"Oh. Y-Yes, of course," He replied. A boy stood up and walked towards them. Prim let out a sigh of relief. She thought Wood would be something bad. It was just this boy. Quirrell continued his lesson.

McGonagall walked back over to Prim with the boy in tow, "Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!" The professor had a large smile on her face. Although Prim was confused about what a Seeker was, she was just happy that she didn't seem to be in trouble.