Classes started early the next morning, and (Y/N) was relieved to find that she had classes with Draco. For most of her courses, Gryffindor and Slytherin studied together, so she wasn't completely on her own. Any time they had the chance, (Y/N) and Draco would sit beside each other, but much to (Y/N)'s dismay, Crabbe and Goyle were not too far behind.

Their classes, even so early in the year, were far from uneventful, and it was all thanks to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were late for the very first class of the day: Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. (Y/N) was already far in with copying her notes from her textbook when the two boys rushed into the room, making more than enough noise for the both of them.

Ron heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he walked down the aisle to the last empty table at the very front row. "We made it! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?"

McGonagall, who was sitting on her desk disguised as a cat, leapt to her feet and stood tall before the two boys. Their jaws dropped in awe. "That was bloody brilliant!" Exclaimed Ron.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch? That way one of you might be on time!"

"We got lost," Tried Harry.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

(Y/N) couldn't help the quiet snicker that passed her lips, and Draco giggled beside her. Ron simply glared over his shoulder at them as he took his seat.

The next class they had was potions. (Y/N) was quite excited to get started; she always found potion brewing the most interesting kind of magic. Their professor was Severus Snape, a greasy looking man, who Draco said never smiled. (Y/N) and Draco sat in the front row, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of them. Their cauldrons were already bubbling over, ready to be used whenever their professor arrived and put them to work.

"What's Gryffindor like, (Y/N)?" Goyle questioned, leaning over Draco.

"Well, it isn't Slytherin," She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I hate it. No one likes me because they think I'm mean."

"They're just jealous, that's all." Draco said. "Besides, Father'll get it fixed. You'll be with us in no time."

(Y/N) wasn't sure what her godfather could do to help her, but she tried to have faith. "I hope you're right."

Then, the door to the classroom swung open and roughly hit the wall. A man strode straight down the aisle with a brisk walk, his black cloak billowing behind him like smoke in the night air.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He stopped at the very front of the room, his old hands folded across his stomach. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." His gaze rested intensely on (Y/N) and Draco. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

(Y/N) smiled in all her excitement. One good thing that came out of living with the Malfoy's was that Hogwart's potion's master knew who she was. It was very likely that such a connection would help her quite a bit in the years to come.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!"

(Y/N) looked behind her at Harry, who was writing something down in his notebook. Hermione Granger nudged his arm and he realized he was the one who was getting in trouble. Draco smiled, already amused with whatever was going to happen.

"Mr. Potter..." Snape stepped close to the front row, and having him look right over her head almost made (Y/N) feel like she was protected from his wrath. "Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand shot straight up, but Harry simply shook his head.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Once again, Hermione raised her hand high into the air. She squirmed in her seat anxiously, eager to show off her knowledge to the class.

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, sir,"

"Pity..." Said Snape, looking down his long nose at the boy. Draco smiled in amusement. "Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly," Said Harry. "Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her."

(Y/N) stifled a laugh, and even a few Gryffindor boys in the back laughed at Harry's remark Snape's harsh gaze fell on them. "Silence," They hurried to quiet down, lowering their head as if to appear like they were busy working on something.

Snape moved from where he stood and began walking through the rows. "Put your hand down, silly girl." He came to a stop right before Harry and sat down. (Y/N) and Draco looked at each other in awe. There was absolutely no telling what would happen to Harry, now.

"For your information, Mr. Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Dead. 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..." Snape's eyes trailed around the room. "Why aren't you all copying this down?"

(Y/N) hurried to reach for her quill and began to scribble down her notes. It hadn't even been five minutes and she'd already learned more things than she taught herself with her potions kits at home. Snape made his way back to the front of the classroom. "And Gryffindors..." He plucked up his quill and wrote something down on a piece of parchment. "Note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek."

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, snickered loudly, but (Y/N) didn't find it funny at all. She harshly stepped on Draco's foot to shut him up.

During lunch, (Y/N) and Draco went their separate ways. She sat with two first years, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who kindly offered her to have lunch with them. She helped Seamus clean up the night before at dinner after he'd made his drink explode. He was still wrapped up in trying to get his spell to turn water into rum to work, but (Y/N) questioned the authenticity of it. She'd never heard such a complicated incantation for something so simple.

"What'd you think of Snape?" Asked Dean Thomas, munching on a breadroll.

"He knows a lot." (Y/N) smiled. "He's a bit scary, but I'm excited for his class, aren't you?"

"Not really," Dean admitted. "I wanna learn real magic! With our wands!"

"Potions is real magic!" (Y/N) insisted.

"Can potions turn water into rum?" He jabbed a finger in Seamus' direction.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum!" Seamus gave a third flick of his wand, and then, just like the night before, a cloud of black smoke blew out of his cup. The boy's face was covered in soot and his hair stuck out every which way.

(Y/N) smiled smugly. "Doesn't seem like your wands can do it either."

Dean laughed and just as (Y/N) allowed herself to smile, there was a screech from overhead and hundreds of owls flew into the room. "Mail's here!"

(Y/N) began to grow anxious. She searched all the owls for any familiar ones, and much to her dismay, her barred owl, Alcestis was flying her way. She did not find Draco's owl among the pack, which only made her all the more afraid for what awaited her. Then, Alcestis landed on the table, stretching her gray and white wings proudly before tucking them neatly at her side.

"Thank you, Alcestis." (Y/N) gently plucked the letter from her owl's beak, but she didn't fly away. It was as if she was waiting around to see what the note said. "You're so nosy." She scolded.

(Y/N) worked up all the courage she could manage, and then she carefully opened her note and began to read.

'Dear (Y/N),

I've heard about the sorting mishap that has happened. I don't want you to worry, your father is working to figure out what went wrong. We both know it was some sort of misunderstanding that they would put you in such a house as Gryffindor.

For the time being, I've sent you a more suitable necklace than the one I've purchased before. You can't wear an emerald in a house that isn't Slytherin. That simply won't do. And don't bother with sending Alcestis back home. She misses you terribly. I'll send Draco's owl tomorrow with her cage.

Hope you're making many friends!

Love,
Mummy'

(Y/N) felt herself sigh in relief. She never would have thought she would be so happy to receive a letter.

"Who's that from?" Asked Dean.

"My mum," (Y/N) answered.

"What's it say?"

She felt startled. "Oh, er," she didn't want to tell Dean and Seamus she was looking to leave Gryffindor just as she was starting to make friends. "Nothing,"

Dean only shrugged and shoveled another bite of food into his mouth.

She reached inside the envelope and felt a velvet box inside. She opened it up to reveal a necklace very much like the Slytherin one she had, but with a deep red ruby and a shining gold chain instead. The gem sparkled in the light as she turned it between her fingers. (Y/N) was so thankful that her godparents were accommodating. Yet, she still found herself hoping they sorted out the situation, soon.

Next, it was time for their flying lessons. (Y/N) was not at all worried about flying, for she and Draco had been doing so since they were old enough to walk.

Their professor was Madam Hooch, who seemed to be much younger than their other professors that they'd met. She made her way down the line, her eyes, gold as galleons, fixated on her hands as she pulled on her gloves.

"Good afternoon, class." She greeted.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," The students chorused.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up."

Neither (Y/N) nor Draco had to move; they were very used to the basics. They watched as other students moved to their place.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!"

(Y/N) extended her hand. "Up!" The broom came in contact with her palm, and she gently wrapped her fingers around it.

Harry got his just as easily, and Draco his a second later.

Hermione didn't have the same kind of luck. No matter how sternly she said "Up!" her broom did not listen. (Y/N) couldn't deny that she felt pleased knowing that she was better at something than Hermione Granger. Even Ron Weasley managed to get his broom in the air, but it hit him in the nose rather than going into his hand where it belonged.

Eventually, all of the students had their brooms secured in their hands and Madam Hooch was able to continue on. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end."

(Y/N) got onto her broom. She found it was much less comfortable than the broomstick she had at home.

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle... 3...2..."

At the sound of her whistle, a boy, Neville Longbottom, (Y/N) thought, lifted off the ground. He went higher and higher and higher still until his broom went forward. He flew around the field wildly, screaming as Madam Hooch repeatedly told him to come down. It wasn't until he slipped off his broom and was caught by the point of a statue when the students were brave enough to gather around.

(Y/N) watched in horror as poor Neville slipped and fell onto an unlit lamp. There was a moment's pause and then he fell once more, hard onto the ground. (Y/N) winced even though she didn't feel any pain at all, and Draco simply laughed at the boy's misfortune.

Madam Hooch rushed through the students and helped Neville off of the ground. "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing, understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch."

(Y/N) watched them leave quietly, still shocked about what happened. The first time she and Draco flew, it was no different. Of course, they didn't get so high off of the ground. "Do you think he'll be alright?" (Y/N) asked.

"Who cares?" Draco laughed. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass." He held Neville's Remembrall up for all to see.

"Stop it, Draco!" (Y/N) said. "You shouldn't be mean to him, he's hurt!"

Harry stepped in between them, holding out his hand expectantly towards the boy. "Give it here, Malfoy."

Draco pretended to think about it. "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He got on his broom and drifted around the group, then went up in the sky. "How 'bout up on the roof? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

(Y/N) shook her head. "Draco, get down! You'll get caught!"

Of course, Draco didn't listen, as he often failed to do when (Y/N) warned him against doing bad things. Harry did the same, getting on his broom and readying himself to fly.

"Harry, no way!" Hermione hurried over to Harry and tried talking sense into him. "You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly." (Y/N) thought such a thing would keep a boy from flying into the air on his broom, but Harry payed no mind to what Hermione had to say. He started right after Draco without a second thought.

"What an idiot," Hermione muttered. (Y/N) couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yelled.

"Is that so?"

Harry charged him, but Draco had more experience as a flyer and was easily able to move out of his way.

"Have it your way, then!" Draco threw the Remembrall in the air.

Harry flew after it, catching the object just before it crashed right through a window. He circled back and landed a few feet away from the group. (Y/N) smiled from where she stood with Crabbe and Goyle as Draco landed beside her. He was annoyed his display didn't work out like he'd hoped, but (Y/N) thought it served him right.

Before anyone could celebrate too hard, someone came to interrupt the fun. "Harry Potter?" It was Professor McGonagall, and she looked angrier than ever. "Follow me."

Draco and his two goons laughed as Harry followed her inside. Not too long after that, Madam Hooch came back outside and class resumed like normal. However, Harry didn't return for the rest of the lesson.