Atria Black hated her time in Hogwarts already and it had been less than twenty-four hours. She wanted to crawl back into her mum's arms and let her read to her. She had never despised her last name; her mum always told her to walk with her head high and ignore the haters, but she couldn't.

Emerson glared at her nails as she watched her daughter develop a hatred for her family. A stinging sense enveloped her heart, Atria would never know her mums' side of the family and more than half of her dad's side of the family was dead or in prison.

"Oh, I will kill everyone who talks ill of her." She spoke darkly as she gave a warning to everyone in the hall, they better control their kids whilst Sirius looked at her with pride.

As the girl sat at the Slytherin table, she picked at her breakfast, a frown on her face as she watched her classmates talk to each other and have fun. Her eyes darted to the Gryffindor table where Amary seemed to be talking with Ron Weasley and a few other boys, one of which was muttering some spell as he waved his wand at his goblet.

She looked at the Hufflepuff table where Susie and Isaac seemed to be having the time of their life with Vivian and an older boy. Rolling her eyes, she looked at the Ravenclaw table and even Emery seemed to have found friends.

Glaring at the hashbrowns, she stabbed them with her fork, her mood having dipped. She looked to her side, a blonde girl sitting next to her, she didn't remember her name, but Atria reckoned she was a pureblood princess because she looked to put together.

"What did the poor hash browns do to her?" Avalon pouted and whined as she looked dreamily at the hash browns. Was this some pregnancy craving? She didn't know but that darn hashbrown looked extremely appetizing.

She would also probably make fun of her, like her other roommates. As she subtly studied the blonde, she watched as the girl glared at one of her roommates, Pansy Parkinson.

"Who does she think she is? Mother was right, all these people are stuck up bitches."

Atria coughed, covering up her chuckle but the blonde had heard her. The girl raised a brow at Atria and the curly haired girl could feel her ears turn red.

"Daphne Greengrass." she introduced, holding out her hand which Atria shook. The weight that had settled on Atria's shoulders dissipated as she smiled at Daphne.

"Atria Black."

"Are you really? Your mother is Emerson Lancaster?" Atria was surprised Daphne knew her mother, but she still nodded, and Daphne squealed. Taken aback by her sudden change in mood, Atria smiled nervously.

All eyes turned to Emerson, Malania looked pleased that her future granddaughter-in-law seemed to be well liked a respected. She liked the girl; she would suit the black family well and if this girl could handle her hotheaded and wild grandson, then so be it.

Emerson blushed red at the attention, clearing her throat as she turned away and stared at the screen.

"You seem popular, deary." Druella gushed as she looked between Emerson and Sirius. "I cannot wait to plan your wedding, can't let Wally do it of course, has no taste that one."

Walburga let out a disgruntled grunt and Emerson choked on air; she was way too young to be married. Sirius on the other hand grinned as he smirked at James who laughed as Emerson avoided their eyes. 

Catalina winced as she looked away from the couple, who was going to tell them?

"Oh, your mum is an icon! I've read every article on her. She's the only reason I even read that bloody newspaper. You're a first year, aren't you? I'll be your roommate! I wasn't at the dorm last night, I spent it with my sister, Delilah in the sixth-year dorms." Daphne continued to ramble with Atria adding whenever she felt necessary.

A genuine smile blooming on Atria's face as she watched her new friend's face light up with excitement as she talked about everything from music to books to fashion and finally ending on how Pansy Parkinson and Milicent Bulstrode were pathetic.

Atria's eyes hardened into a glare when the blonde hair of her cousin came into view, she was trying to figure him out. He had changed, Crabbe and Goyle were always with him, and it was like she didn't know the boy anymore.

Daphne noticing the girls stare followed her eyesight and scoffed, "Malfoy? Don't know what's up with him. Mother says he is being influenced by his father, Lucius Malfoy when his mother isn't looking. He's a right git, he is. Has such a good mother but seeks validation from his father."

The entire Black family turn to the Malfoy heir who shrinks under their glares. James whistles lowly as he whispers to Lily and Avalon, "Would not want to be on the receiving end of that."

Atria thought she heard sympathy in Daphne's voice as the girl frowned at her cousin.

"Is that why Crabbe and Goyle won't leave him alone?" she asked absentmindedly as she stirs her tea, sipping on it. Daphne nods with a dark look.

"You're right! I overheard Lucius Malfoy at the gala my mum holds every summer, Crabbe and Goyle are lowlife spies. They're so daft that they blurt out everything about Malfoy when Mr. Malfoy asks. I suppose that is why Draco hasn't been seen with Theodore, Blaise, or Creighton anymore."

"Spying on your own son? Lucius, I will leave you before our son is born if this is how you will be treating him!" Narcissa stated calmly as she twirled her ring with the Malfoy crest, sliding it on and off her finger in warning.

"Yes Cissa."

"Well now we know who wears the pants in this relationship."

Atria didn't know any of the three boys she had mentioned. Well maybe she knew their families but not them, Daphne does not notice this, but she snickers and points at the entrance.

"Speak of the devils. Merlin forbid they don't notice me, bloody nuisances they are."

Atria turns to where Daphne was pointing and raises a brow at the three boys dressed in perfectly ironed robes, their shoes Italian and faces void of any emotions. The one walking on the right had glasses, his tie loose and eyes narrowed as he glared at everyone staring at them.

The one in the middle had a cheeky smirk as he winked at any girl who paid him attention, his hair messy from running his fingers through them. The last boy had a buzzed head, he screamed 'rich kid' with his walk, and he had the smoothest skin she had ever seen.

They walked straight to where her and Daphne were sitting, and Atria could feel her face heat up. Three of the most beautiful boys she had seen were walking towards her.

Calm down, Attie, she reminded herself.

"Daph! We're hurt you ran away!" The boy standing in the middle said, whilst the boy with glasses pecked Daphne on the forehead, taking the seat across her and the others followed him.

"He's charming!"

"Purebloods just look different." Marlene sighed dreamily as she looked at a few purebloods in the hall but then straightened up.

"Too bad their personality sucks."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to Atria, whose confusion shined. Daphne's mouth formed an 'o' as she leaned forward towards the Black.

"The one with the glasses is Creighton Queens, the imbecile who called me Daph is Theodore Nott and the silent and broody one is Blaise Zabini. Although I suppose Creighton is broodier."

"Your friend, Daph? Introduce us, oh well I'll do it for you. Hello beautiful, I'm Theodore but you can call me Love." He laughed at what he said and turned to Creighton who gave him a look, making him turn to Blaise who ignored Theodore.

"He will be six feet under if he doesn't turn away from Attie." Sirius mumbled darkly as Regulus nodded, glaring at Theodore which caused Catalina to laugh. The two Black brothers look her way causing the Ruiz to control herself.

"I wonder what you'll do when you see her dating in the next few years."

Sirius looked horrified as Regulus looked murderous.

"Kill him." They state in unison with the same maddening look.

Emerson punches Sirius's arm in annoyance, "Attie can date whoever she wants. You should be glad my dad is dead, or he'd have your head on a diamond platter for getting me pregnant at nineteen."

The boy pouted and Atria decided he was fine. She watched as Creighton added more food onto Daphne's plate as if it were second nature to him.

"That's adorable! They act like siblings."

"Atria Black. Pleasure to meet you." She said confidently, they seemed like fun people, and she wanted to make a good impression. Creighton froze as she spoke, no one noticed but Atria did. She tilted her head to the side in curiosity.

"The pleasure is all ours. Ignore Theo, he flirts with every breathing human. The name is Blaise." He held out his hand for her to shake which she took graciously, Blaise turned to Creighton in warning causing the boy to smile tensely at her.

"Creighton Queens." He nodded at her in acknowledgement and then looked away.

Not everyone seemed to have caught on to Creighton's hesitance in greeting Atria or how tense he had become at her presence but Avalon, Regulus, Emerson and Ilaria caught on, all of them narrowing their eyes at Atria and Creighton.

No one seemed to think that Creighton's behavior was weird, so Atria shrugged it off, talking to her new housemates. A smile on her face was present and it surprised her four classmates who looked as if they had never seen a smile that bright.

"That boy is suspicious." Sirius muttered scoffing as he mentally noted the name Creighton Queens.

"Here he goes." James sighed as she shook his head at the Black and his Sherlock Holmes tendencies.

Sirius glared at James with offence, "Hey! No daughter, no opinion!"

"Merlin's beard! You clotted cauldron! I've got two daughters." James looked at his best mate with a look between amusement and frustration as Remus smacks them both, earning a protest from Potter.

"What are you attacking me for? Hit the one with no brains."

Amaryllis and Ron were running late. They didn't know how, considering they left their common room twenty minutes before time. The girl cursed under her breath as they tried to find the classroom. Ron was huffing and puffing from the countless stairs they had climbed and descended.

James' previous annoyed pout seemed to disappear as Amaryllis shows up on her screen. He gasps, turning to Lily, Avalon, his friends, and parents as he points towards the screen like an excited child.

"It's Prongslet's first day in Hogwarts!"

Avalon was still getting used to being in Potter's posse as she gave him a small smile before she exchanged a look of glee with Lily, the two having decided that Vivian was Lily's daughter just as she was Avalon's and Amaryllis was Avalon's daughter just as she was Lily's. The girls would grow up with their mum and cool aunt.

"Why don't they just have maps around the castle?" She groaned as she circled back to the same spot they had been by. Ron looked around for anyone they could have asked but his eyes bulge when he spots the transfiguration classroom.

He pulls at Amaryllis' sleeves and the girl turns to where the redhead was staring, "Bloody hell! Can't believe we missed it."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!"

The two hurried into class, and to their surprise and relief Professor McGonagall seemed to not be in class yet. On her table sat perched a cat that stared at them, Amaryllis smiled nervously as Ron spoke up.

"Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron breathed out with a hand to his heart. To their utter surprise, the cat on the table leaped forward and transformed into Professor McGonagall.

"Wrong answer, mate." Nico sang as Amalthea winced remembering her first transfiguration class.

"Can't blame him, you gave me a fright on the first day, professor."

McGonagall looked proud as she hid a smile as she sipped on her tea with a fiery look.

Amaryllis stared with wide eyes and couldn't help but clap in surprise, Ron's mouth was agape as he and Amaryllis shared a look.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron was in awe as he looked up at the Professor who looked unamused at their tardiness.

"Thank you for the assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Ms. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time." She looked at the two from her glasses as she turned to the class.

"We got lost." Amaryllis adds, hoping that would at least lessen the blow but the professor raises a brow, "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?"

Susan snorts as Amaryllis walks by her, "Fancy a map, Amary?"

"Shove off, Susie."

"Susie and Amary's bond is so tight knit!" Marlene was awed as the two girls made faces at each other on screen, Ilaria nodding along to what Marlene said.

"Yes, just like how Emery, Isaac and Atria are close! These two groups are like pieces of puzzle, when together they are complete."

Soon it was Friday, and Amaryllis couldn't be more relieved that the weekend was nearing. She was rather excited for the day because they had flying lessons in the afternoon. It was also an important day because Ron and Amaryllis had finally found their way to the great hall without getting lost.

"What have we got today?" Amaryllis asked Ron as she poured sugar on his porridge.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," said Ron.

"Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them -- we'll be able to see if it's true."

"SNAPE?"

"Are we talking about Severus Snape, the same guy who preaches about dark arts?"

Even Severus Snape looked shocked at hearing that he was a professor. He didn't like children and didn't want to be one either so what was the future he thinking?

James looked at the Slytherin and then back at the screen, face paling as his mind went through the worst-case scenarios of Snape teaching his daughters.

"Wish McGonagall favored us" said Amaryllis as she shuddered at the thought of being late to Professor McGonagall's class.

Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it hadn't stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before. Just then, the mail arrived. Amaryllis had gotten used to the owls swooping in by now, but it had given her a bit of a shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast, circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps.

Hedwig had brought Amaryllis nearly five letters so far and it was only the first week and if she did not get any mail, Hedwig sometimes flew in to nibble her ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls.

This morning, however, she was accompanied by Shortcake, Vivian's owl and the two fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note and two letters onto Amaryllis' plate. Amaryllis tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl:

Dear Amaryllis, I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig. Hagrid

"Hagrid's a sweetheart." Amalthea says as she smiles at Hagrid's messy scrawls. The half giant had always been a shoulder for the Black girl to cry on.

Amaryllis beamed at the note she borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled 'Yes, please, see you later' on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again. Amaryllis had a soft smile as she tore the was seal on the two letters, both having a sage green envelope that was infamously known to be used by the Song family.

Opening the first letter, she skimmed through it with barely hidden adoration. Her grandmother's iconic wax seal and envelope was always so regal that it had others staring. It also did not help that Shortcake looked like owl royalty.

Unknown to Amaryllis who was in her own world as she read and replied to her letter's, Shortcake's owner and her sister strutted up to the Gryffindor table, shooting a charming smile at the occupants. If it was possible, Ron's eyes widened, and a blush covered his face as Vivian turned towards him.

Sirius looks at the screen and then at James and does this a few times. He points an accusatory finger at the screen and then at James causing everyone to look at him, amused.

"She walks like you! She has that strut and the smirk and even that glint in her eyes as people stare."

Whilst at the same time Remus who looked both horrified and pale blinks a few times in surprise, "We've got one more of him."

"She is her father's daughter!"

"I should be offended, shouldn't I?" Avalon asked Lily who muffled a laugh at the offended look on Avalon's face.

The older girl leaned down, tapping Amaryllis' shoulder as the latter jumped at the sudden contact. Amaryllis grinning at her sister and Shortcake flying and resting on Vivian's forearm.

"Look at you! I'd love to stay but Ceddie looks like he'll drag me away, so I need to run but a little birdy told me that you have Potions today, so I thought I'd warn you, do not try to make him hate you more." Vivian pecked Amaryllis' forehead as the first year looked confused at what she said.

James glanced at Snape; he had hoped that it wouldn't be true but what his little Bambi said proved it. Snape had projected his hatred for him onto his daughters.

"Vivian Tasmyn Potter!"

Vivian grimaces as she waves at her sister and her friends as she sprints across the tables to the Hufflepuff table, grabbing a piece of toast and making her way out of the Great Hall with Cedric Diggory or as he was more commonly known around Hogwarts, Pretty boy Diggory.

Crisp September air nipped at their cheeks as Cedric Diggory and Vivian Potter practically sprinted across the Hogwarts grounds.

"Eight in the morning, Ced?" Vivian huffed, clutching her broom tighter. "Who in their right mind schedules Quidditch tryouts before breakfast?"

"Before breakfast? How are they supposed to have energy for try outs?" Regulus looked gob smacked as he gaped at the screen.

James Potter looked sheepish as he looked at his teammates who glared at him.

"Ask Potter! He's been doing that ever since he became captain." Marlene grumbled, cursing James in her breath.

Her broom, a Nimbus 2000 was brand new that her grandmother had gotten her. Vivian had not shut up about it as she showed it off to all her housemates, she was good at the game, she knew that but what she didn't know if she was good enough for Shawn Abbot, the Hufflepuff captain. 

"Nimbus 2000?" Regulus' question was more of a yell as he yelped at the sudden pain in his torso, he turned to his right to see Amalthea looking at the screen with an indifferent look.

"I want one." James pouted, Euphemia turning away from her son's puppy eyes knowing that she wouldn't be able to say no, even if the broom technically hadn't even been made.

Avalon deadpanned, "You do know that broom hasn't even been designed yet?"

James made an 'o' with his mouth but that didn't stop him from pouting. Lily and Avalon stared at the boy before turning to each other, "I can be a better boyfriend." Avalon whispered as Lily giggled.

The two girls joked around as Sirius turned to James with an 'I told you so' look.

Cedric, usually calm, mirrored her exasperation. "Shawn must be serious about the cup this year. Third year as Captain, you know he wants to go out with a bang."

With a groan the two increase their speed, huffing as they come to a stop once they arrive at the Quidditch filed. There were many Hufflepuff's in the stands coming to spectate as Shawn rounded up all those who wished to try out.

"Listen up! Just because you were on the team last year doesn't mean you've automatically secured your spot." He looked around with an intimidating glance to see if anyone would protest, with a satisfied smile he continued.

"We're looking for two chasers, two beaters, a seeker and keeper today. If you aren't serious about the game and will not work hard, I suggest you apply for the Gobstones club. Seekers up first!" He barked out as Cedric, who had clammy hands, turned to Vivian with a horrified look.

All the quidditch players looked impressed at the speech, that was a good way to start a try outs, Shawn wasn't outright scaring the players, but he had made his intention clear. James and Regulus nodded in approval.

She winced, Shawn didn't seem the easy going kind and gave a nervous smile to Cedric who hurried to where the other seekers had lined up. The captain had very strict rules for tryouts, whilst the seekers would try and catch the snitch, all the beaters trying out would be in air aiming at the seekers. Shawn wanted a seeker who could be agile, kept an eye out for the beaters and found the snitch the fastest.

Unbeknownst to them, this was also a test for the beaters which Shawn would further use to select the beaters he wanted on the team.

Vivian had her fingers crossed as all the beaters and seekers trying out mounted their brooms and set off onto their respective tasks. She observed as Cedric dodged the bludgers and swerved to miss running into anyone else whilst he looked around for the snitch.

He didn't look as frantic as the other seekers, which could be because Cedric was the seeker last year and he had more experience playing in tough conditions.

"Cedric looks like he's got everything under control, doesn't he?" a voice said as she turned to her right, surprise flooding her as she recognized the older boy. Rolf Scamander was a popular name for those in Hogwarts. He was the grandson of Newt Scamander and has been the chaser for Hufflepuff since last year.

"He's handsome." Amalthea whispered, but quickly her face contorted to one of disgust.

"He's fifteen years younger than me." She seemed to have realized that though Rolf was in his third year, and she was in her fourth, they were from different timelines, she was fifteen years older than the Scamander.

Vivian looked back at Cedric and smiled, "He does. He's a great seeker."

Rolf hummed as he put his hand forward which Vivian shakes, "Rolf Scamander. Chaser for Hufflepuff."

She quirks a brow, she wondered if he heard what Shawn said about everyone earning their spot.

"You're not a chaser yet. You've got to try out." She says blankly and he grins, causing the girl to tilt her head in confusion. Rolf pushes his hair back with his fingers as he tucks his hands in his pocket looking at the trials for the seekers and beaters.

"I know I'll make it. I've seen most of these people trying out, well except you and Jones. The only one I know has the talent for the game is David. Jones doesn't look like he even knows how to mount his broom so that leaves you, me, and David for the remaining two spots."

Vivian studies him, he looked confident and wasn't even breaking a sweat as he stood calmly beside her.

"You think you and David will be the chasers?"

"I didn't say that. I know I will be but David I'm not sure. He's let the fame get into his head, doesn't practice anymore. I know it'll be me and you, Potter." He smirked at her, and Vivian chuckled, he was confident for sure as he watched David with distaste.

"I like him." Said Avalon as she studied the boy, he had a laid-back persona, with a level of nonchalance that she liked.

Catalina hid a smile at what Avalon said, her mind going to what Sirius had told her in the future about Avalon.

There were cheers coming from the stands as the two looked back up at the sky and Vivian beamed as Cedric held the snitch up, Shawn nodding proudly as he announced that Cedric would be the seeker.

"Chasers up!"

Vivian and Rolf exchange a look as they both mount their brooms, kicking off from the ground as they wait for the quaffle to be released. Rolf had been right, Jones didn't seem to even know the right way to mount his broom as he fell off his broom, whilst the broom was hovering a few feet above the ground.

Shawn released the quaffle which is quickly intercepted by Rolf who speeds past everyone, Vivian keeping up with him and as they near the stand in keeper, he passes it to her with a wink. Vivian slows down, catching the quaffle and looks at her surroundings and spots Livingstone who nearly slams into her.

Rolling her eyes, she speeds to the goalpost and shoots, the keeper, Summers dives left to stop the quaffle but it flies past him and into the hoop. Vivian punches the air as Livingstone mutters from a few feet behind her.

"YES! THAT'S MY BAMBI!"

"Good shot, Potter!" Rolf had a grin as Vivian passed him the quaffle, the two protecting the quaffle from the opposite team as they worked in full harmony. It seemed after Vivian and Rolf's score, all the chasers had gotten competitive and didn't leave the two alone, ganging up on them.

David Livingstone had intercepted another chaser and was heading towards the hoops as Vivian chased him, increasing her speed, and intercepting him easily, it surprised both. Stealing the quaffle from him didn't seem to be a challenge at all and Vivian thought that Rolf had been right again, Livingstone didn't practice anymore.

"She's a natural!" Marlene gawked as she watched Vivian zoom around the other players, she was fast and had good reflexes.

The real challenge wasn't the other Chasers. It was the Hufflepuff Beater hopefuls, eager to prove themselves. Bludgers came hurtling from all directions, rogue projectiles in a game of their own. Vivian dodged left, right, and center, her broom a blur as she navigated the aerial obstacle course.

A particularly vicious Bludger, propelled by a burly sixth year came screaming towards her head.

"What the hell?"

"FOWL!"

Unlike Vivian on the screen, the ones watching had seen how it was David Livingstone who had sent the buldger towards Vivian. James seethed as he glared at the boy, muttering curses under his breath.

Just as it seemed about to connect, a streak of yellow flashed past. Vivian sighed in relief as she swerved, thanking the beater on her team.

An hour into the game, Shawn called them all down. He smiled at most of the chasers but sent a dirty look to David Livingstone which confused Vivian.

Vivian and Rolf dismounted, their chests heaving, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through them.

"Why does Shawn look angry?" Vivian whispered to Rolf, the taller boy himself was glaring at David Livingstone who had an unreadable expression on his face.

"Livingstone snatched the bat from Mark and sent a buldger at your head, the one Charlotte blocked." Rolf looked at Livingstone in disgust as he shook his head whilst Vivian looked surprised. She thought Mark had been the one to send it.

Shawn addressed the remaining Chaser hopefuls; his voice held a grudging respect.

"You all showed promise, but only two spots are available. Potter, Scamander, step forward."

Vivian's heart leaped into her throat. Her name. She had made it. A wide grin stretched across her face as she joined Rolf in front of Shawn.

The Hufflepuff captain looked from Vivian to Rolf, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, you two. Welcome to the team."

Shawn made his way to the two before speaking in a very elated and excited tone, "You might be the best chaser Hogwarts has seen in a decade, Potter. The last one was Sebestian Burtley and you're loads better than him!"

Vivian and Rolf exchange grins as the older boy looks at her with a proud smile, "I told you, Potter."

Everyone turned to James Potter and both Sirius and Euphemia counted down from three to one and then a very excited James punched the air.

"Best in a decade! Padfoot, Moony my Bambi is the best chaser in a decade!" James' lips trembled as a few tears trickled down his cheek and Avalon watched him, shocked. She kept on learning new things about Potter.

"What are you crying for?" she asked, Lily looked concerned for James as Euphemia shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm glad she didn't inherit your genes for quidditch." He said seriously and Avalon watched him, scoffing at what he said.

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Cedric sprinted to Vivian and Rolf, pulling her in an embrace as her feet lifted from the ground. Cedric twirls her around as Rolf watched his roommate and the younger girl laugh. Vivian's eyes sparkled in the sun when Cedric released her.

"We made it!" Vivian had an intoxicated smile, jumping up and down as she looked out to see Susan and Isaac cheering loudly for her.

Rolf, who had been watching their exchange with a smile, sauntered over from where Charlotte Star was talking to him. "Looks like Potter and I will be wreaking havoc on the pitch together this year, Diggory. Get ready to spend a lot of time dodging rogue quaffles."

Cedric grinned, "Always a pleasure, Scamander. Just don't hog all the glory, alright?"

"No promises, Diggory."

"Oof!" Vivian wheezed, enveloped in a whirlwind of red hair and cheers. Susan, ever the firecracker, had launched herself from the stands like a rogue Bludger, tackling Vivian into a rib-crushing hug.

"Easy there, Susan," Vivian gasped, patting the girl's back. Susan pulled away, her dimples showing as she grinned at Vivian, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes.

"Susan is my favorite!" Evan gushed as he slapped Regulus on the arm making those who heard him laugh whilst Edgar and Claire beamed in pride.

"Can you not hit me?" Regulus scowled as he massaged the spot that Evan had slapped, glaring at his friend.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Sorry not sorry, Vivi! You should have seen Livingstone's face when you stole the quaffle from under his nose!"

Vivian couldn't help but grin, David Livingstone was Hufflepuff's star chaser for nearly four years now and he had flopped spectacularly this time. The said seventh year had a frown on his face as he kicked the grass, walking away with a sour face.

Rolf grinned joining the conversation, "Yeah, well, maybe he should've practiced more and ogled himself less in the mirror."

A cough came from behind the four and Isaac sauntered over, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

"Speaking of mirrors," he drawled, eyeing Vivian with a playful glint in his eye, "perhaps someone needs a good look at who just stole the show."

"ISAAC!"

"I still can't believe his innocent boy persona was all an act." Dorcas mumbled as she looked at the boy with a terrified gaze.

Ilaria huffed, nodding along to Dorcas.

"You and me both."

Vivian chuckled as she ruffled the boy's hair, earning protests from Isaac who glared at her jokingly. Isaac swatted playfully at her hand, a mock scowl on his face.

The three walked back to the castle, Susan rambled on excitedly about how well the Potter girl had done and that she was the best on the pitch. Both Vivian and Isaac listened to her with undivided attention, the two grinning at each other watching Susan talk in an animated way.

"Amary has potions right now; Snape was horrendous with us. He took points from Michael Corner because he stirred the potion clockwise instead of anti-clockwise." Susan had a bitter smile on her face, already assuming that Snape would be even worse with the Gryffindors.

Lily glowered as she looked at Snape. Even James, who was about to speak, shut his mouth at the look on the fiery redhead's face, she looked murderous.

"Let's hope for your sake you aren't unnecessarily rude to her."

Avalon smirked at the glimpse of fear she saw in Snape's black eyes before she turned to Emerson who grinned at her. They were becoming fast friends.

Isaac pretended to wince dramatically, "Merlin, Snape is as bad as dad said. Dad said he looked like he never washed his hair, he's right."

Susan burst out laughing, Vivian choking on her water at what Isaac said. Isaac smiled cheekily as the three Hufflepuff's walked through the deserted hallways of the castle. The rest of the school were in class, except the first year Hufflepuff's and those trying out for the team.

"He can't be worser than that, can he?"

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape finished calling the names and looked them up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began.

He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech.

Amaryllis and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"That was a good introduction, Mr. Snape. But you shouldn't be referring to first years as dunderheads." Said Professor Slughorn as he beamed at the best student in his NEWT class. Professor McGonagall seemed to have a comment or two, but she pursed her lips, opting to watch how Snape taught.

Evan Rosier looked at Snape's classroom and then gagged, "I would not want to study in his class. It looks dead!"

It seemed that he was not the only one as everyone wondered where the warmth that was usually in Slughorn's classes went. Why did the classroom look so dreary?

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. Amaryllis looked up from where she was writing down notes from the introduction Snape had given.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Amaryllis thought as she took a quick glance at Ron, who looked as stumped as she was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

Protests arose in the hall as Amalthea scoffed at the older boy, "I'm a fourth year and even I haven't learnt that!"

"That's sixth year stuff, Snape." Evan says with a laugh, Snape looks forward not daring to meet the eyes of those who glowered at him.

"Is this what you expect from the first years? Or are you simply targeting my daughter?" Lily asked, her eyes hardening in a glare as she clenched her fists. Avalon scoffed from her side, "Of course he's targeting her! Don't tell me you, a thirty-year-old grown man is taking revenge on an eleven-year-old girl because of her father."

"This is the future isn't it, Song? You should use your eyes but perhaps you have a poor sight after all you shagged Potter." Snape sneered out in disgust as he eyed her.

James and Lily both stood up in anger, whereas Avalon leaned back in her seat with a smirk. The future husband and wife sat down as Remus calmed them.

"My eyesight is perfect. Looks like yours is clouded with jealousy." She shot back, not stooping to his level of shaming her. Avalon looked at him lazily and then back to the screen, Lily settling down beside her as Emerson muffled a chuckle.

"I don't know, sir," said Amaryllis. She had read the books, in fact Potions and transfiguration were the only books she read from start to finish and no where was the question he asked in the book, confusing her.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut; fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Amaryllis didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was.

She tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir." She said, her fists clenched as she heard the loud laughter from the Slytherins. Atria looked at the girl in pity before shaking her head at Malfoy and his goons.

"Like you know, Draco!" Atria sneered out, stamping on her cousins' feet which shut him up. Draco glared at Atria, ignoring her as he turned back to Amaryllis with a smirk.

"You tell him, Attie!" Sirius cheered for his daughter making Emerson roll her eyes with a fond smile.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Amaryllis forced herself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," said Amaryllis quietly.

"I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?" A few people laughed; Amaryllis caught Atria's eye, and Atria grinned at her as the girl beside Atria winked.

Snape, however, was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione.

"What are you mad at her for? You asked a question, and she obviously knows the answer." Lily frowns glaring daggers at Snape for how he snapped at the Granger.

"If you do not want answers then don't fucking ask questions." Nico said as he pulled Ilaria closer to him, the latter looking ready to punch Snape when she saw Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils.

He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like.

He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.

Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand.

"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"I will kill you! How dare you call him an idiot, you greasy bat." Alice huffed as she stood up, her wand abandoned as she looked ready to beat Snape in the muggle fashion.

"Snape is not going to have a fun time watching these movies." Evan mumbled in triumph as he grinned widely at the Gryffindor's glaring at Snape.

"You think?" Regulus deadpans.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Amaryllis and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You, Potter! Why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." This was so unfair that Amaryllis opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked her behind their cauldron.

Amaryllis looked at the professor coolly, "But I thought that was your job, Professor? Do forgive me, next time I'll help Neville since his professor obviously cannot."

The hall was quiet, you could hear a Pindrop but soon most of the hall started laughing. The present Snape had a similar look to the on-screen Snape.

"That's my girl!"

"Our girl." Lily corrected as she beamed at her daughter and gave Snape the most terrifying glare.

If smoke could come out of Snape's ears, it probably did because that was the angriest, she had seen him in class. Atria snickered and she heard someone whispering 'she has a sharp tongue' but ignored it.

The bell rang as they all filed out of class, Snape glaring at Amaryllis which caused her to scoff. A grown man was glaring at an eleven-year-old. Make it make sense.

As they walked to lunch, the atmosphere was different from that of potions class. The older students seemed to be whispering amongst themselves and they all pointed towards the Hufflepuff table as they spoke in low voices.

"What's going on?" Fabian mutters as they watch everyone talking in hushed whispers.

"You'll know if you shut up." Gideon teased and Molly sighed in frustration as her brothers argued.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Ron asked as he watched his brothers staring at the Hufflepuff table and then back at an older boy who murmured to himself and wrote furiously on a piece of parchment.

Amaryllis shrugged, "Don't know, mate."

"About little bambi of course!" James squealed like a little girl; oh he couldn't wait for his girls to be older to teach them all about quidditch.

"You seem a little too excited." Avalon eyed his smile with displeasure. Her daughter seemed like a carbon copy of James Potter, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Avalon pouted, crossing her arms as she glared at the boy, "She's too much like you."

James' lips lifted in a smug smile, an air of arrogance enveloping him as he quipped.

"Good thing, isn't it?"

But they didn't stay in the dark for too long as a very excited Susan Bones and Isaac Winters walked up to them. Susan's smile reached her eyes as Isaac grinned at them. The two Hufflepuffs looked like Christmas had come early.

"Amary! You will not believe it, Vivi defeated the team's best chaser! It's the talk of Hogwarts right now, they say she's the best chaser Hogwarts has seen in a decade!"

WORD COUNT: 7488
AUTHOR's NOTE: sorry for the wait but here is chapter 4! The first year is honestly a little boring writing vise that's why it's taking me some time. Hope you enjoy this chapter, don't forget to comment and vote!