Daughter of Padfoot

Chapter VII

The next day I woke up in my bed fairly early. I looked at my watch, which read 6:00. I had nothing else to do so I read for about a half an hour. The at 6:30 I bathed and dressed. Hermione got up at 6:45 and did the same. There was still no one in the 3rd bed.

Dad was gone, so Hermione and I just went down into the common room. At 7:30 the boys came down, and we went to breakfast.

"So what do you have first?" Harry asked me after our schedules had been passed out.

"I think I'm with you. I have Herbology. Then I have, oh no! Potions."

"I feel sorry for you." Sympathized Ron. "I hope he doesn't hate you as much as he hated Sirius."

"What do you think the chances of that are?" asked Hermione. "What do you have after that?"

"Care Of Magical Creatures with you guys, Charms, lunch, Defense Against The Dark Arts, Illusions, and Transfiguration. I have History of magic at the times when I don't have Illusions."

"You'll just love Professor Binns." Said Harry grinning

Hermione looked up "look!" she pointed to my dad who was nosing his way into the Hall "I swear, he's going to get himself killed. He wasn't there this morning when we woke up."

"He's a dog Hermione." Said Ron lowering is voice to a whisper "no ones looking for a dog."

"I agree with her." I stated, "I was worried this morning."

We watched the dog being petted by every one he walked by. When he walked over to us Hermione gave him a half glare.

"Sense!" she muttered as he passed by.

After breakfast I walked with Harry, Hermione, and Ron to the green houses. I noticed that in the halls some people edged away from me.

"Ignore them," whispered Harry "I've had experience, just ignore them."

I nodded and pretended not to notice.

Herbiology was a fun lesson. It wasn't really challenging. We were pulling fibers from the throats of a meat eating plant. I was with Hermione and two other kids from Hufflepuff. They only spoke to me when necessary. That was fine with me though because I had Hermione to talk to.

After Herbology Harry, Hermione, and Ron had Transfiguration, and I had Potions. I descended down the stairs to the dungeon with an ultimate feeling of dread and gloom. When I entered the dungeon the Professor gave me another one of his murderous stares, but said nothing. I sat down by a cauldron and waited. I knew that I looked very out of place when the rest of the class filed in.

"This," started the professor "is potions. You are here to learn the art of brewing magical substances. I doubt any of you can do this properly no mater how much your parents might have taught you." I swear he put an emphasis on the word parents, and looked in my direction. "Today we will start with a simple sleeping draft. I will pair you up with another student."

I was paired up with a Slytherin. Goody. Her name was Sara Peterson. When we started I noticed that she too was quite afraid of me.

"What is it?" I asked impatiently when we were halfway done.

She raised her eyebrows, and twisted her mouth into a frown "you know what."

"Actualy I don't. Would you tell me." I of course did I just wanted someone to actualy say it to me.

"You know who your father is." She said sharply and turned back to the cauldron.

I sighed and shook my head. We continued to work for about twenty minutes until Snape came over.