The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

Two houses second year classes

That night after the feast I went up to the  Gryffindor common room with Harry Ron and Hermione. I knew I was allowed in Slytherin, but that doesn't mean I was going to go there!

There were loud shouts as we entered the room, some congregated me, some told us how cool it was we came in on a flying car, it was really all overwhelming to be honest. I went to the girls dormitories with Hermione, my trunk and Danger had already been sent up, and we talked for a little while before falling into an uneasy sleep. 

The next morning we went down to the great hall for breakfast. Usually when you get sorted, they make you robes and a uniform in your house colors. Well that was a little hard in my case, and I was told it was going to take some time. So I threw on my black robes and grey skirt that I bought in London. 

Hermione had her voyages with vampires book up against her milk jug as she said "Morning," briskly. She had been very distant since we arrived. Nothing like she was in London, and I had a suspicion that it had something to do with us coming in on a flying car.

Suddenly something large fell in her milk jug, spraying everyone. 

"Errol!" Ron exclaimed pulling the unconscious bird up the feet. "Oh no" Ron said wiping him off. "It's alright, he's still alive." Hermione said, annoyed that she had milk all over her.

"It's not that, it's that," Ron said pointing at a red envelope that was smoking at the coroners. "What's the matter?" Harry asked, confused. "She's-she's sent me a howler." Ron had gone pale.

A boy named Neville came over and said "You better open it Ron. It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once—it was horrible!" 

"What's a howler?" Asked Harry, still confused. "Open it," Neville said again "it will be over in a  few minutes,"

Ron carefully undid the letter, and a bang like a gunshot sounded through the air. Mrs. Weasley's voice came booming through the hall, scolding Ron for taking the car and flying it to Hogwarts. Just as it finished it's telling off, it said "Absolutely disgusted! Your fathers facing an inquiry at work, and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line we will bring you straight home! Oh and Ginny dear, well done on getting Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud!" And crumbled into ash.

There was a silence, and Ron's face was Scarlett. Then everyone started laughing and it gradually got to talking again. Then Hermione spoke "Well, I don't know what you expected Ron but—" 

"Don't tell me I deserved it," Ron snapped. Just then professor Maconagal came down the table, handing out schedules. I looked at mine and saw, just as the sorting hat had said, just as Dumbledore had predicted, that I had all second years classes. 

Some of the classes I had with Gryffindor, which I was happy for because it ment I would get to be with Harry, and some I had with Slytherin.

I sighed and pulled up my bag as we started toward our first lesson which I had with Harry, and was Herbology.

When we got down to the grounds we ran into Lockheart, who pulled Harry and me aside before we went into the green house. He went on about us getting a taste of fame from the book shop, and not getting in over our heads, and not being so far along yet, all because we arrived to school in a flying car he thought we had an ego the size of his fan mail. By the time we got into the green house we were both pissed. 

Our next lesson was transfiguration, which Harry Ron and I struggled in, while Hermione thrived. I'm not trying to make excuses, but all of my classmates had at least years experience, and I didn't even know how to light the tip of my wand. So not fair. Ron was mostly having trouble because he had a broken wand that he had fixed with spell-o-tape.