What If? Year 1

Chapter 10

"GOLDIE!" Harry shouts, "Goldie! Are you alright? You ran off, we couldn't find you." He picks me up in a hug. 
"I'm alright, Harry," I tell him, rapping my arms around his neck, "Cedric helped me out." Harry smiles/glares at Cedric.
"Hey, Harry," Cedric says, nodding to him. Harry just nods to him and guides me away. 
"What the hell was that about?" I ask him, pulling my arm from his grasp, "He helped me." 
"He's a Hufflepuff," Harry says, "and a boy for that matter.  He is also way to old for you." I glare at Harry, making him wither away from me. 
"He helped me Harry!" I growl, "If you can't put aside your house rivalry and thank someone for saving your sister, then maybe you should spend sometime with other people, not just in your house." I stalk away from him, back to the Great Hall. McGonagall stops me at the door. 
"Miss Potter," she says, "Are you alright?" I nod, smiling at her. 
"Yes, ma'am," I tell her. 
"This is your schedule," she says, handing me a bit of parchment, "You have your first class with me." I smile at her again before she walks away.  

Schedule

First Period: Transfiguration
Second Period: Potions 
Third Period: Astrology 
Fourth Period: Flying
Fifth Period: Herbology 
Lunch
Sixth Period: Charms
Seventh Period: History of Magic 
Eight Period: Defense Against the Dark Arts 

I run up to the Gryffindor tower and find my friends waiting for me. 
"You alright?" Neville asks me, as I take my bag from him. 
"I'm alright," I tell him, smiling. Ara puts her arm around me. 
"Your dad seems... interesting," she tells me. 
"He something," I tell her.  Neville smiles at us and walks off to his first class. Ara, Ginny, Heather, and I walk to the Transfiguration classroom. We walk in and there is a cat sitting in front of the classroom. Ginny and I go up to one of the front desks. 
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks me, as I sit down next to her. 
"I had an anxiety attack, but, please, don't tell anyone," I tell her, "Please don't tell anyone. Especially not Harry. He'll freak." Ginny nods. 
"I promise," she says, "Harry seemed pretty ticked when that howler came. He thought it was for him." I nod, imagining Harry angry with Dad.  When our class starts, the cat in front of the classroom turns into Professor McGonagall. 
"She's an Animagus," I mumble. McGonagall smiles at me and nods. 

After Transfiguration, we head to Potions. Neville was walking up from the dungeon when we get there. 
"Be careful, you four," he mumbles, "He isn't in a good mood."  Harry, who was behind him, nods. 
"Thanks, guys," Ara says, smirking, "But I think I'll be okay, he's my godfather." She laughs at Harry and Neville's faces. 
"She's a Malfoy, you two," Heather says, "It kind of makes since." We laugh, and continue to Potions, leaving Harry and Neville to to there class.  Ara and I sit together for this class.  We sit towards the back.  Some Slytherins were snickering at us. 
"Look," they sneer, "It's baby Potter and the blood traitor." Ara rolls her eyes, and I just glare at them. 
"You're brother's disowned you," one of them say, "did you know?" 
"Good for him," Ara says, "does he know that his a bleach blonde prat?" Her hair turns pitch black.  I giggle and Ara smiles at me. One of the Slytherins giggle. The other four glare at her. 
"She isn't wrong," the girl mumbles. 
"Shove off, Rachel," a boy says, "You should watch your mouth." Rachel rolls her eyes and puts her pitch black hair behind her ear.  I smile at her and make her nod. 
We should catch her after class. She seems nice.  Ara nods, silently thanking her.  The door slams open and a man with greasy black hair and dark robes stalks in. 
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class," he says, "you will be on your best behavior in this class, no matter what other teachers allow you to do in there class."  He starts to walk around the class. 
"Miss Potter," he says, "What is the potion that makes you unnaturally lucky." 
"Felix Felicis, sir," I say, "Also know as Liquid Luck." 
"What comes in a thick orange paste and heals burns?" Snape asks, making me furrow my brows. 
"Burn-Healing Paste," I say, "I believe." Snape frowns. 
"Obviously you are not as arrogant as your brother and father," he sneers.  I bite my lip.
My brother isn't arrogant. 
"Leave her alone," Ara growls. 
"Watch your mouth, Miss Malfoy." I look at Ara, who's face is bright red and her hair turns white. I look up at Snape. He curls his lip up, in an evil looking smile. 
What does he have against me? I thought he and mum were friends... Then he called her a Mudblood.  Maybe it's because dad was a douche.. But that was years ago, you'd think he'd have let it go by now. Mum has. 
I am taken out of my mind by Ara elbowing me. Snape had started to write things on the board. I quickly read it and take out my book.
"Why is he being such a douche?" I whisper to Ara.  She shrugs. 
"He's a little salty," she mumbles back, "probably ticked that I'm in Gryffindor."  I smile at her.  We start to work on our potion. 

"Looks like Miss Malfoy and Miss Potter are our little potion masters," Snape says, as he inspects our potion, "they were the only two that were able to make the easiest potion in the book."  A lot of our class glares at us. 
It's not our fault that you guys can't do it.  
"Class dismissed."  We all pack up and run out.  When Ginny and Heather catch up to us we start off to Astrology. We get to the stairs, just in time to see someone get pushed down them. I run to help then and notices that it's Rachel. 
"Hey are you okay?" I ask her, helping her up. 
"Yeah," she mumbles, rubbing her head, "they're just being douches." Luna comes skipping up to us. 
"Hey, Rachel," she says, in her dreamy voice, "Hey, Goldie and Ginny." 
"Hey, Luna," Ginny says, "Oh, this is Heather." Luna nods. 
"Come on, Rache," she says, "you can sit with me." Luna interlocks her arm with Rachels and walks with us.