Voldemort's Hidden Gem

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: I don't own what J.K. Rowling came up with just the stuff I thought of by myself.
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Waking up isn't hard, but finding our way to our classes is somewhat difficult.  Especially with my mind clouded by the sorting hats words.  Honestly I don't understand.  What is the riddle?

I know what the 'heir of Slytherin' part means, but I'm just going to ignore it. Actually I don't know what it's supposed to mean. Am I really an heir of Slytherin, and if I am, is it a good thing? No. It's defiantly not at all. Why was I placed in Gryffindor then? If I was an heir or whatever shouldn't I be a part of Slytherin. 

The sorting hat could just be wrong.  It's just some dusty old hat that unfortunately is able to speak, and like any living thing it could mess up.  It's more likely that Draco is the heir than I.

"Where are Ron and Harry?  They should be here by now.  They can't possibly be late on the first day!"  Hermione exclaims from the seat behind me.

"They probably got lost.  This place is ginormous and the teachers are probably used to students being late on their first day.  McGonagall can't possibly expect us all to find this place in time."  I say while studying the barren, stone room with delicate carvings surrounding the windowsills and ceiling.  So far, all the rooms I've been in are similar to this one so it doesn't surprise me that the two goons are unable to find it.

"Still, they could be given detention, lines, or possibly lose Gryffindor points for the house cup.  I knew we should've waited for them."  She remarks anxiously with her eyes cast towards the door just waiting for them to arrive.  Occasionally she glances at the clock which only furthers her worry.

Not knowing what else to say I lean back against my chair and study the cat sitting peculiarly atop the heavy wood desk in the front of the room.  Unlike Noris, Filch the caretaker's cat, she's clean and her fur is absent of any grime, but her fur color is also grey.

As if boring my curious gaze it turns it's head and stares back at me with spooky yellow eyes.  Oddly the cat appears intelligent, maybe that's just me being paranoid.  Around it's eyes are thin, black patches of fur that almost look like spectacles, but that's completely ridiculous.

Hoping to erase my outlandish thoughts u shake my head and return my eyes to the door that my new campaniles have yet to enter.  Luckily I don't have to wait long.

As the two morons swagger in Hermione's audible sigh of relief can be heard by my side.  Any previous stress is wiped from their faces as they realize McGonagall still hasn't made an appearance. 

"Whew!  We made it!  Could you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?"  Ron says excitedly as the two walk down the short aisle towards our desks.  Harry just smiles and nods.

To everyone's surprise the tabby cat unexpectedly leaps off the desk and transforms mid-air into our absent professor.  With wide eyes we all gape at our animagus transfiguration teacher. 

"That was bloody brilliant!"  Ron chokes out in a mixture of awe and fright.

"Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley.  Perhaps it would be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch.  That way one of you would be on time."  She states seriously, but I notice a glimmer of humor in her eyes. 

Something shuffles beside me so I turn to see Hermione stifling a chuckle with her face buried behind a book.  Obviously she enjoys the teachers joke more than I. 

Bravely Harry swallows and responds to McGonagall's words.  "We got lost."  He states simply, but you could tell him it took some courage for him to even say that. 

"Then perhaps a map?  I trust you don't need one to find your seats."  Although there's the same wit in this reply you can tell she's ready to begin class without further interruptions.  "Today we will start with something simple, but I can promise you magic only gets tougher from here on out.  Generally only the top students in this class are able to exceed and succeed.  Now, I will pass out a pin.  No, you may not poke your neighbor with it.  By the end of the hour I expect the pin to become a button.  You will find the spell in the first chapter of your book."

Immediately Hermione burrows her nose further into her book and begins to mutter under her breath.  Rolling my eyes I pull out my wand.  With the pin stationed directly in front of me I'm able to focus on it without distraction.  From memory I recite the incantation I read over the summer and somehow it works first try.

See this, McGonagall hurries over to observe what I have done. With a small glimmer of fear in her eyes she stares at me with a grim expression. I did it right, so why is she so unhappy?

"Have you done this magic before? Perhaps illegally before coming, here, to Hogwarts." She states almost hopefully as if she's not glad her student actually did their assignment.

"No ma'am." I reply while shaking my head.

She then begins to walk away with her face holding disbelief and from here I can tell she thinks I'm lying.

"How did you do that? I've barely found the spell and you're already finished." Hermione asks in a mixture of awe and jealousy. 

"I remembered reading about it over the summer."  I reply simply with a shrug and begin transfiguring the button into whatever I can think of. 

The lesson ends not long after that and we're off to some of our other classes.

Currently were all seated at tables with our wands tucked away in our robes eager to start our potions lesson. Harry sits to my left while Ron sits to my right. Sadly, Hermione, the only girl I've managed to befriend sits on the other side of Harry.

I'm kind of excited to see Severus because we haven't had the chance to talk since we arrived.  Although I'm not so certain that I'll enjoy his class.

A/n I finally updated!  It's been ages since the last one... oops.  Sorry about that to anyone that's been reading this story.