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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐀 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐚𝐭𝐥: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usally finds me." ― Harry James Potter

The first day of the first years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry blew past into a blur, they woke up in their new beds with excited nerves bubbling and after a hearty breakfast in the busy Hall, they all rushed to their first classes for the day. Most went early since they were still getting used to the large castle that seemed to like playing tricks on them with the stairs constantly moving around.

Like most lessons, Slytherin and Gryinffdors were placed together since the house rivalry was one of the worst ones out of the four houses. Ravenclaw didn't care about such things and everyone loved the Huffelpuffs and found it hard to hate the smiling, happy-go-lucky students of yellow - even the Slytherins were cordial to them. But the house of green snakes and red lions found it hard to coexist and often butted heads so Headmaster Dumbeldore found it appropriate to put them together to try and lessen the hostility but it seemed always being together brought the worst out of them.

It was quiet in the Transfiguration class with their deputy Headmaster and teacher, Professor McGonagall sitting on the desk in her animagus form, a tabby cat.

Versailles and Regulus were sitting in the front seat while Thanatos was dozing off next to Draco who was slowly getting used to his new presence. Draco found his cousin's family, the Black mysterious, with Regulus Arcturus Black's secret child popping up out of nowhere and the secrets Versailles seemed to convert in the beautiful mansion. He had caught a glimpse of Thanatos' before and found his relationship with his cousin questionable at best.

He knew they had a master and servant type relationship that wasn't very common in today's age due to the use of house elves. But he had also seen and heard the comments he had made which made him question it. He didn't voice his opinions on the matter knowing a brutal curse would be waiting for him. He didn't know why the man had decided to become a student but he knew she was safer around him. Truth be told he was a little frightened of the blue-eyed boy and he wasn't sure why, he had been cordial to him but maybe it was deep down he knew how powerful and scary he was.

The students were in the middle of writing the information from the board in their notebooks when the door abruptly opened, destroying the peaceful atmosphere. "Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said, his face red with how much running he did and Harry was bent over, breathing deeply.

Regulus raised an eyebrow at them as if he was looking down at them and Versailles wanted to snicker at his expression. The cat then jumped off the desk, transforming into Professor McGonagall giving them a disapproving look.

But the boys weren't deterred by her raised eyebrow, minimal scowl and crossed arms as she looked at them. Their eyes widened in awe and large smiles on their faces that soon would be wiped off.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron yelled in amazement, he had never seen an animagus before - they were very hard to come by due to the lengthy process it took to be one and the fact it was illegal for students to do and they had to register at the ministry with their forms. Something her father and his friends, the marauders had done and since they were unregistered they could skurry out of difficult situations like pinning murder on someone or escaping from the greatest magical prison, Azkaban.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall started and then stated, "Perhaps, it'd 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."

Versailles just watched the free show with her head in her hand like most of the other students.

"We got lost," Harry shrugged nervously, he wasn't new to being told off by a teacher but McGonagall was a much scarier person than muggle teachers.

McGonagall looked at Harry and suggested, "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

She extended her hand out silently and the two Gryindorrs moved around her and took an empty seat on the red side behind Hermione who was giving them a similar disapproving look.

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The first years were early waiting for their potions professor as they chattered near steaming cauldrons, fog about to blow over. The stone room was dark due to its location near the dungeons and smelled of all sorts of potions and plants, it was overwhelming when you first stepped in.

They didn't have to wait long as the door slammed open, hitting the stone wall as Severus Snape rushed in with his long black cloak flying behind him dramatically. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making," he started in a low and slow voice as he made it to the front of the class, looking over at the eager yet slightly afraid first years. He continued, "However, for those select few...who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

Everyone was enraptured by his voice and the seemingly endless possibilities of potions and Versailles was in quiet awe of his deadly tone that echoed off the stone walls like a panther hiding in wait ready to pounce. Harry was the only one who was writing his words down and Severus caught it and decided to make an example out of him. "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," he said with narrowed eyes that were honed in on Harry who didn't notice, too wrapped up in his previous words. Hermione who was sitting next to him nudged him, finally making him look up.

"Mr. Potter. Our new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Professor Snape asked with a raised eyebrow, ignoring Hermione's raised hand and everyone looked on waiting for him to answer but he did not. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" He asked another simple question – simple for people if they had read their textbooks before the lesson or for children who grew up in magical households which Harry did neither. Hermione raised her hand again and Versailles watched on with hidden disdain, thinking Snape was being a little rough on an eleven-year-old boy who didn't know anything. She took pity on the boy and reached into his open mind and mentally told him, "Harry, It's a stone found in the stomach of a goat, it can cure most poisons with Basilisk venom being only the expectation."

Harry looked up around frightened and his eyes caught hers and she gave him an encouraging nod and he repeated the answer to the awaiting Professor. He raised a singular eyebrow and decided to test him again, "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Snape gave him a second to answer and Versailles had told him the answer so he said, "There isn't one, there nicknames for the very poisonous plant, 'Aconitum' or commonly known as acontine."

Snape narrowed his eyes at the now confident and smiling boy and nodded, turning back around with a quiet hmm. He looked over his shoulder and loudly said, "Well? Why aren't you all writing this down?"

The students obeyed and started to write the answers down as he returned to his desk and started writing, dipping his quill into a pot of black ink.

The class went by quickly in silence with Snape's voice the only thing sounding through the room, the students too afraid to speak or even cough. But it was productive as they went further into the potion, the Draught of the Living Dead since they would be making it in a few days.

As Snape dismissed the students, everyone scurried up, collecting their things and racing to the Hall for lunch but Snape stopped Versailles. "Miss Black, please stay behind for a moment," Snape stated and a few students let out an 'ooh' sound but Versailles ignored them and glanced at Regulus and Mortem who went to stay behind. They nodded, seeing the expression on her face and left but not before Regulus grabbed her books for her. Harry gave her a look, silently thankful and apologetic but she just turned her head away back to her potion's teacher.

"Yes sir?" She questioned as she walked towards his desk, her eyes running across the pages on his desk he was marking and could see most of the pages were marked red from how wrong the answers were.

"You gave Mr. Potter the answers, why?" he asked, not even bothering to look up from his work.

The question stumped Versailles for a moment because she truly didn't know the answer. She knew it would be obvious to anyone with legitimacy and Severus Snape had amazing words, his mind and thoughts were under a tight lock and key.

Versailles took a moment to answer, mulling the question over her mind and she wanted to shrug but she gave a blunt answer, "He's new to the Wizardly world and doesn't know a single thing. I wanted to give him a helping hand, so he finds motivation to learn."

"No knowledge you say?" Snape asked sharply as he finally looked up at the Lady of Black and paused for a moment looking at the rare case of heterochromia she possessed.

Versailles hesitated to answer, she didn't want to talk about his childhood, knowing it wasn't her place but she wished to change Snape's portrayal of him. So, she explained, "Yes, his guardians have hidden everything from the boy, he didn't even know he was a wizard until Hagrid came to his doorstep. He thought Lily and James were killed in a car accident, it's a shame he doesn't realize his position in the grand scheme of things and the love they held for him."

Snape was quiet as she spoke, no one had talked about The Boy Who Lived Childhood, just the propaganda written - everyone thought the boy grew up in a happy home surrounded by magic but it was far from the truth. Severus had considered the possibility, knowing how utterly disgusting Lily's sister, Petunia was and the hatred she had for anything or anyone magical. 

"To tell the truth, I'm quite excited to see how he grows. I'm sure with a helping hand he'll turn out like his mother more than his father. You shouldn't have your hatred for James cloud your judgment on the boy - he was almost placed in Slytherin after all." She said and saw Snape delving into his mind, memories and thoughts flashing through his eyes. So she left him to his own thoughts and walked out of the classroom and glided to the Dining Hall for lunch where the others would be no doubt.

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The Gryffindor and Slytherin first years found themselves outside on the quad lined up in two very separate rows with wooden browns on the floor by their sides. They were having their first Quidditch lesson and the excitement was palpable as their professor, Madam Hooch, walked down the line, her yellow hawk-like eyes examining them from head to toe.

"Good afternoon, class." Madam Hooch greeted them as she went down and the students chorused out a greeting in response. With a nod, she began, "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone steps up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

The young students followed her orders, sticking their dominant hand over the limp broom lying lifelessly on the floor and all chorused out 'Up'. Regulus didn't even need to speak as it went flying into his hand and he tightly held it with a small grin, he hadn't touched a broom in years since Versailles didn't find the sport interesting and hadn't brought a broom despite the quidditch like a field in the back of her mansion. It had slipped his mind after everything happened and became accustomed to the year.

"Up," Versailles commanded, looking down at the broom with slight disdain, she really didn't understand the sport and with a shiver, it floated up into her grasp and she looked up at Regulus with a beaming smile and he smiled at her with a chuckle. The black-haired duo looked over to see Mortem with his arms crossed glaring down at the broom, his aversion to the sport and the concept of flying was much more intense than Versailles and it amused Regulus greatly. A laugh bubbled in their throats seeing the broom coming up and standing by his side wobbling in fear and Mortem let out a smug smile and shot them a smirk and they rolled their eyes in sync.

"Show off," Regulus muttered half-heardtly earning a bigger smug look from Mortem.

Soon all the students had a broom in their hands and so Hooch started, "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."

The class mounted their broomsticks with Mortem being the exception and Versailles had an uncomfortable expression on her face that was mixed with disdain and slight embarrassment.

"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, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2...," Her voice carried over the pitch and she blew the whistle but before anyone could start hovering Neville Longbottom started floating up and up, much further than Madam Hooch instructed and he had a frightened look on his face.

"Mr. Longbottom," Hooch called with a slight sigh of annoyance, and the students started talking to him and then he started soaring away, his broom shaking him uncontrollably making him look queasy.

Neville's screams echo around the field of green as he skyrockets through the cloudy sky and Hooch yells after him. Some students watch with bubbling laughs and others with bated breathing as he flies uncontrollably up and down and then hits a wall, thudding along the brick wall only to fly up with a scream.

Versailles had to admit seeing the scene play out in front of her was much better than the movie and she's pulled from the daze as Mortem pulls her back, his hand tightly protective around her waist as Neville flys through the other students with Hooch jumping out of the way since she didn't have enough time to use a spell.

The scene reminded Regulus of a golden snitch as he watched with quick eyes, following his erratic movement with a keen eye. His dark grey eyes followed him as his clock got caught on the spear a statue held, stopping him from flying around. The fast stop makes him flip off the broom and his hanging from the spear with his cloak the only thing stopping him from dropping a great height.

He screams for help but before he can yell again his cloak rips and he falls...only for his cloak to catch on a torch below him but it keeps going as gravity comes into play and the cloak falls from his body and hangs on the torch making him hit the ground with a loud thud. Everyone let out a grimace at the noise and the quiet crack that met all of their eyes as he cried out in pain.

Madam Hooch is by his side in a matter of seconds as she runs to him, pushing the other students out of the way. "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get," she said softly, pulling the brunette boy up as he held his wrist.

The hawk-eyed professor nor Nevile had noticed Draco reaching down and grabbing his Remembrall that had fallen out of his pocket. Hooch led the boy away with her and yelled out, 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 ones riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, "Quidditch!"

The first-year students watched her leave the field with Neville heading to the hospital wing and Versailles thought it was a little unprofessional of her to leave a bunch of children alone without supervision.

Draco snickered loudly, grinning at Blaise, "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

He let out a laugh and most of the Slytherins laughed alongside him while Versaile sent him a dull look, entirely unimpressed by his 'insult' along with Regulus who was now growing bored without anything entertaining happening.

Harry Potter quickly approached Draco who was throwing the Remembrall up and down in the palm of his hand and said sternly, "Give it here, Malfoy."

Draco looked at him for a moment and looked back at Versailles who was silently watching the interaction. He scoffed and said, "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He then mounted his broom and flew around the group with ease and taunted Harry from above, "How about on the roof? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Versailles could see the steam billowing out of Harry's ears as he glared at Draco and wasn't surprised to see him getting on his broom and going to fly over to Draco.

Hermione tried to stop him, "Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly..." But he ignored her and flew over to Draco and Hermione shook her head and muttered, "What an idiot."

Versailes's lips quirked at her and she took one step towards her and said, "Don't worry, Harry's father was a great seeker so I'm sure he will be no different."

Hermione flinched at her, not realizing she heard or was that close to her and she looked up at the slightly taller girl, and felt envious of her for a moment. She wished her unruly mess of curls were like hers, long, soft and wavy something easy to handle. Hermione hadn't met much older wizards since she was a muggle-born and had only met the teachers but they weren't as graceful as her and neither did they feel dangerous. Hermione wasn't sure what it was about Versailles that screamed danger, if it was her status, the bored yet light drawl of her voice or the blankness of her face or the fact her different eyes were haunting beautiful but screamed like a thousand dead souls.

Hermione had met someone with heterochromia before but they still had the same look in each eye but Versailles was different, the blue was a striking cold blue that for some reason radiated frosty power with a mischievous look while the dark grey spoke of hidden intent and thoughts but was dead as night.

She had heard from her roommates about the 'Lady of Black' and how everything thought she was dead until she came out of hiding and secretly took over her ladyship – something Hermione reminded herself to learn more about. She moved away from the Black ancestral home like a wraith and nobody, not even Dumbledore knew where she lived now. It was the same with Regulus Black, the mysterious son of a death eater who had seemingly popped into existence. With that in mind, Hermione could already tell the Blacks were a private and mysterious family that seemed to be drenched in Black considering Versailie's father was currently rotting in prison for the murder of some muggles.

Hermione was simply wary of Versailles Black and her two companions who had no information about them anywhere but she was determined to solve the Black puzzle.

Hermione finally snapped out of her daze when Harry yelled at Draco, but Hermione's eyes were pulled away from the fight as she felt the cold and ominous stare of Versailles dual eyes accessing her. Seeing she wouldn't say anything, Hermione took it as a chance to find out more about her and her connection to the Potters.

"You said Harry's father was a seeker, how do you know that?" Hermione asked with furrowed eyebrows, for someone who was thought dead Versiales seemed to know a lot. Especially about the Potters, something everyone became close-lipped when they were mentioned.

Versailles tilted her head lightly at the girl, slightly hesitant to speak but eventually gave in, it really wasn't a secret to her. "Like I said before my father was best friends with James and I spent a lot of time with them. I...have a photographic memory so I remember a lot about them, James loves taking Harry out on his broom despite his wife Lily's disapproval."

Was Versailles lying about having a photographic memory? Yes, but she didn't and couldn't just say she died, and her soul got shoved into a baby's body because of Death now could she? She did have a good memory, so it wasn't a total lie.

Despite the blank mask Versailles was wearing, Hermione could see the flicker of sadness swirling in her eyes as she watched Harry with a keen eye. It was clear she wasn't lying about knowing Harry's parents and Hermione added another she was jealous of Versailles to her list. She also had a good memory, but it was a photographic one, Hermione knew it was only a matter of time till she trained herself.

"Wow, a photographic memory! Were you born with it or did you train?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, she knew they were too young to have trained in it but Hermione was secretly wishing there was a potion to take or something.

Versailles let out a quiet hmm and answered, "A bit of both, I studied Occlumency which allows one to close their mind against Legitimius's who can peer into someone's mind. By clearing your mind and supressing all your emotions, thoughts and memories you can shield your mind from others and create something akin to a mind palace to hide your thoughts and memories from Legilimens and help you remember things. It's a difficult skill to learn especially without a teacher and it isn't taught at Hogwarts but with years of practise you can control it."

Versailles didn't hate Hermione; she could admit the girl could be annoying sometimes with her know-it-all attitude but she respected her thirst for knowledge and her smarts that had saved Harry and Ron numerous times. Versailles hated learning it but she knew how useful the skill would be against other wizards and she had a lot of secrets to hide and Theta had helped a lot.

Before Hermione could ask more questions the other students were cheering as Harry landed on the ground with ease and began to run over to him and Hermione followed. Draco wore a scowl when he came down and Regulus hid the smirk and Versaiels patted his shoulder and muttered, "Must you play these games? Ignore him, you're just getting yourself worked up over nothing."

Draco rolled his eyes at his perfect cousin and walked away to Blaise and Pansy who tried to comfort him at his loss.

The cheering soon died down when McGonagall quickly appeared on the grounds, her fast footsteps rushing over to Harry. "Harry Potter! Follow me!" She demanded with a disapproving look and Harry sullenly followed along while some of the students snickered.

Soon a slightly annoyed Madam Hooch came back and finished up the lesson quickly since it was nearing its end. The students had helped her pack away the brooms and before Versaiels left she nodded at Hermione and walked off following Theta, Regulus and an annoyed Draco. Hermione slightly smiled at the girl.

My first flying lesson did not go exactly as planned and I couldn't be surprised, it seemed I was a trouble magnet. But I never guessed my show off against Draco would land me a spot in the Gryffindor Quidditch team but I was thankful it wasn't a detention. I didn't know what or how to play Quidditch but by the way Ron gushed about it, I was excited to play. Word had quickly gotten around the school that I had joined, the youngest member in over a century.

Luckily I didn't bring Salazar with me, knowing I would get a bite or two if I flew with him on and turning and twisting on the broom. Nobody knew about Salazar or the fact we could talk, knowing how crazy everyone would see me as especially with Ron's hatred for Slytherins – something I was beginning to understand due to Draco Malfoy, but Versailles didn't seem bad just closed off and reserved like most of them.

Ron and I were walking through the halls during our free lesson after the disaster of a flying lesson. Ron was surprised when I told him, he and I both thought McGonagall was going to expel me or something.

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Ron started annoyed and I quipped, "A century, according to McGonagall."

Ron's brothers Fred and Goerge then joined the chat as one of them congratulated me, "Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!" I honestly didn't know which twin brother said but it was nice either way.

I smiled at them nervously, not sure how to respond and Ron said, "Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters."

I just nodded along, unaware of what a beater was but one of them probably realized and explained, "Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch."

The other one shrugged and said, "Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..."

They then walked away, crossing the courtyard and one loudly proclaimed with a laugh, "But they'll turn up in a month or two!

I just awkwardly rubbed my neck and Ron said, "Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!"

I shrugged and said quietly, "But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?"

Then Hermione jumped out of nowhere and proclaimed, "You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood, Versailles Black was telling me about it."

Ron and I shared a look at the mention of Versailles Black but we followed Hermione's quick steps despite her short legs and we approached a large trophy case full of plaques, trophies and photos. She pointed at a plaque of Quidditch players, it was a large wooden crest with smaller golden metal shields with names and positions labelled on them.

"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too," Ron said in awe, looking closely at all the names.

I went silent at the proud crest that read, 'James Potter' with 'Seeker' under it. I knew from Hagrid and Versailles that my father's name was James and Petunia loved moaning about my 'good-for-nothing' mother, Lilly but that was it. But finally, I had some tangible proof that my parents or rather father was a wizard, a seeker at that!

I finally found my voice but it still came out croaky and dripping with sadness, "I didn't know."

"Wait is that Versailes's dad?" Hermione asked aloud, pointing at the little golden shield that read, 'Sirus Black, Beater' above my father James Potter. Maybe Versailles wasn't lying when she said they were good friends, they were on the same team after all.

I also saw her looking at one that had 'Regulus Black, Seeker' written on it on another separate plaque next to it and she tapped her chin in a thinking position like a detective.

My eyes kept going back to the little shield and Versailes's face popped up. I really needed to talk to her.

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I know Val is kinda soft in this with Harry but she does kinda love him despite him kinda being the reason her dad is in prison. She sees him as her only available family apart from Theta and Reg so she's a little soft. It'll definitely change once Siruis gets back so let's have soft Val for a bit before we get ansty Val.

There's not much here just the movie class scenes, but I'll add some filler in after I move through the middle of the movie where a lot of time has passed! What or who do we wanna see more of?

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