edit : all the chapters moving forward will be rewritten. Not to the point it will change the plot and some important scenes, but just to lessen the grimace I put on my face when reading the passages I previously wrote.

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN fascinated by Divination. I mean, not everything that's in there has a 100% probability but just the idea of getting a sneak peek into the future - I think there's some unappreciated art in it.

I got my timetable from McGonagall and I lost the trio along the way, so I'm left to roam this big castle on my own. Why aren't there any signs? I mean, they don't orient the students all that well, so the least they could do is put up signs because I have not spent two years getting to know the place.

Not to metion the stairs, those damned stairs that move, and I am certain I'm late for Divination. "Jesus Christ," I cursed loudly, since no one is here to see or hear me. I began to stomp my feet, every step I take making the loud sound of shoes hitting the floor.

"This is a bloody giant castle," I hissed loudly. "And I have no bloody idea where I'm going. If the name wasn't stupid enough -"

My harsh words came to a halt when I almost crashed into someone and I jumped, unfortunately losing my balance, so I fell on my bum. "Ow," I mumbled and tried to get up on my own when a pale hand reached out.

I looked up to meet a pair of grey eyes. I took his hand with a smile, and he pulled me to my feet. "I'm sorry 'bout that," he apologized in a monotone voice that I almost thought he was a robot, bet these wizards wouldn't even know what those are.

"You sure sound like it," I jokingly remarked, and his shoulders stiffened. He is a bit taller so he looked down at me like I was crazy, and then his eyes drifted down to my tie.

I instinctively did the same and saw the green and silver. I can't help but think that green is his colour - he is incredibly pale with such a bright blond hair that the green and silver motif compliments him well. I don't see him wearing red, at all - but far be it from me to decide what colour goes with whom.

"Who are you?" he asked with narrowed eyes, and I look down at myself. There's some barely concealed hostility in that - I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"Lily, you?" he must've been anticipating my last name because disappointment flashed in his eyes. I, of course, being a nice person, complied to the silent demand. "Evans, Lily Evans."

Before he could open his mouth I raised both hands, "I'm not Harry Potter's mother, I just share the name," I spoke quickly and dropped my hands back to my sides.

I offered my hand, but he just stared at it. "Draco Malfoy," he muttered. "Are you a pureblood?" I lowered my hand, knowing it will never be shaken by the cold boy in front of me.

"I'm a muggleborn." I replied confidently. My wide grin not faltering even when his expression shifted into one of disgust. I've got that look more times than I'd like to admit, and have developed an immunity to it.

I remember the words my parents parted with me, no matter how harsh that glare turn to be and how much he contorts his face into a scowl, I will not cower.

"That would explain it," I frown at his words but didn't bother to ask and just looked around before turning back to him.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the Divination class is, would you?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. That must've given away that I was new, and he turned around as if to leave me, so I glare daggers on his back.

"Follow me. We wouldn't want you roaming around like a confunded elf." I make a face at the back of his head but followed anyway. Slowly reaching for my wand. I'm not really all for the prejudice, but I've experienced first hand what my blood can get me into.

But he made the wise choice of actually escorting me into the class and left before I could even say goodbye. I was fortunately not late because the Professor arrived right after me. Hermione didn't get to ask me why I was with that git, much to my delight.

After Professor Trelawney's dramatic introduction, I'm face to face with Hermione as I drink my tea leisurely. We will be reading tea leaves and Hermione doesn't look too happy on the subject, which I easily learned because she kept mumbling under her breath about what rubbish the subject is.

She must've felt personally attacked by the Professor's remark earlier about books and the inner eye. It did rub off on me the wrong way, but if she's teaching at Hogwarts then she might know her sh- Didn't their first professor turn out to have Voldemort on the back of his head? The second one was an utter idiot, and I thought the current one was a homeless man. The D.A.D.A subject here must be cursed or something.

It was going well until Professor Trelawney brought up this rubbish about The Grim which scared everyone but Hermione and me, I guess. I took interest in the subject, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna hold onto everything my professor say. Surely even professors make mistakes, right?

After the dramatic Divination class, we made our way out of the castle to attend Care for Magical Creatures and Hermione have spoken highly of this guy named Hagrid. I haven't been talking to Harry because he's so awkward around me and I don't want to throw myself at him while Ron is not one to have intellectual conversations with, he's at least better than Harry who just stares at me.

"Death Omens. Honestly. If you ask me, Divination's a very woolly discipline," Hermione breathed. "Now Ancient Runes. That's a fascinating subject."

I listened to Hermione's complaints in silence, walking beside her. Being safe to keep my fascination on the subject to myself if I don't want her preaching.

"Ancient Runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking this term?" Harry asks.

"A fair few." Hermione answered, and I narrowed my eyes at her, if that answer didn't sound suspicious then I don't know what does. There was also something about her tone of voice. I don't want to pry, but something is up and if it's serious then I should be concerned.

"Hang on. Ancient Runes is the same time as Divination," Ron exclaimed. "You'd have to be in two classes at once."

I frown at his words. It's not too impossible for that to happen. 1.) if you have a secret twin you can smuggle into Hogwarts to sit in lessons for you. 2.) if you have a time turner, which is very unlikely since they're rare, but I'm only listing possibilities. We do live in a magical castle on a hill.

"Don't be silly. How could anyone be in two classes at once?" Hermione asks incredulously. "Broaden you minds!" she mocks our professor and I stifle a giggle at her words while Harry shake his head feigning disappointment.

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