The next morning we hurried up to get to class. It was hard to get up, since I didn't have Katherine, who I dearly miss. Pansy and I grabbed our books and raced out the room to Professor McGonagalls class. I found a seat next to Crabbe. I pulled out my ink and quill and wrote down the stuff that was on the board. I heard the door open, feet running up a few minutes later. Potter and Weasley arrived late. I smirked, going back to my work.

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Weasley said as he sat down. The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys were amazed. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time."

"We got lost."

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." When class was done, we traveled to potions class, my fathers class. It was an easy class for me, you know, since I already knew all the potions because of him. I sat next Blaise, behind Draco and his clowns. We all chatted, sitting near the steaming cauldrons. The door slams open, charging in, my father. I sat up.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few-" he looked me, i smirked. "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. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not... pay... attention." I turned to see Potter, writing in his notebook. I snickered. "Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" My hand shot up, so did Granger's. We both looked at each other, holding it higher. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" My hand went up again, so did hers. I growled to myself.

"I don't know, Sir."

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" We still had our hands up.

"I don't know, Sir." Poor Potter, he doesn't know his stuff. What a real shame. I gave Potter a wicked smirk, he just rolled his eyes.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" all the Slytherins chuckled.

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It was our free period, all of us went to the hall and caught up with some reading or just playing around. I was bothering Draco with my spells.

"Will you knock it off?" He growled.

"Aww looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I laughed. He squinted at me.

"You're lucky your father is a professor." I got up from my seat and I got closer to him. Face to face, him turning red.

"And if he wasnt?" He gulped. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.

"Mail's here!" The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. I caught my letter, ripping it open. It was from Lucas.

My dearest Daphne,
I've heard you got settled in Slytherin. Im happy for you, i knew you would. How was it been? Its been real quiet here at the house, i miss the way the piano sounds as you play it everyday and miss the days we would annoy Katherine with our pranks. Hows Morticia? Anyways, im glad you're doing good. - Lucas

I smiled at the note. I really do miss them. Soon as I get to my room, im writing to them both. Another owl flew by, dropping a small box. I opened it, it was from Katherine, it was a pair of earrings. I smiled. She's too good for us.

"Ooo." Crabbe grabs my letter. Since I was short, I had to jump. "Whos Lucas?"He sings.

"Give it back you little-" i kept jumping. I knew it wasn't going to work. I grabbed my wand from my sock and pointed at Crabbe, turning him into a toad. Pansy laughs. I took back the letter, grabbing Crabbe, setting him down on the table. "Try that again Crabbe and you will stay a toad for a year." I turned him back. Crabbe screams. Everyone laughs. Draco looked at me, smiling.

"Right Crabbe, be nice to Daphne." I gathered my things and walked away. I went to my father class, who wasn't busy at the moment. I told him about my day so far, and well left out the Crabbe part. I scribbled on my notebook as my father paced the room.

"Have you talk to Potter?" I looked up. Potter? My cheeks turned hot and red.

"Once, nothing special about him." I coughed.

"I dont want you talking to him." I frowned.

"Okay?" I closed my book, looking at him. "Can I ask why?" He shot a look at me. I put my hands up, surrendering. "Hes just a nobody. Anyways, his mother-" He cuts me off.

"Hes not just a nobody Daphne. And never bring up his mother. Hes the boy who lived. Do you know how much danger we'll be in? So much." He paced. He went on and on about Potter. I sighed. He showed that he cared more about him than me.

"Why do you care for him anyways? He isnt yours."

"Hes Harry Potter."

"And Im your daughter." I gathered my belongings and off to go Outside, flying practice. Gryffindor and Slytherin students, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch." We all greeted her back.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson." We all looked at her. What now? "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!" We all stick out our hands, yelling up.

"Up!" A broom went up, Potters hand.

"Up!" I shouted and i caught it. I looked at Granger who was struggling, look at her, poor thing. Haha.

"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." We all mounted ourselves on the broom. "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..." the whistle blew but Longbottom immediately lifts off. He yelps for help.

Us, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Madam Hooch yells out for Longbottom, tell him to come down, but he flies away. He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, him screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him. Laughing our butts off, he zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spears. Longbottoms cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there. He shakes, then the cloak rips, and he falls, catching on a torch, but then slipping out and falling to the ground. "Everyone out of the way!" She runs towards him.

"Check it out." Draco shows me Longbottoms Remembrall. "It be such a shame if he lost it." Madam picks him up and carries him.

"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." She runs off.

"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." Draco shows off the ball, us laughing, making Potter turn.

"Give it here, Malfoy." We awed as Potter stood in front of him.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He hops on broom and soars around group. "How 'bout up on the roof?" He soars off and hovers high in the sky. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" We turned to him. Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him, but he flies off anyways. Draco had enough fun and tossed the ball, making Harry zoom for it. He lands besides us.

"You really wasted your energy on Potter." I crossed my arms.

"Its all for fun Snape, I wanted to get him in trouble." We watch as the kids cheer for Harry as he got the ball, but here comes Professor McGonagall. She called out for Harry, taking him. Oh oh. We all smirked. The day went by and news came around, Potter is the new Gryffindor seeker. I waited for Draco to talk to him, hiding in a empty hallway.

"What happened to getting him in trouble?" I pulled Malfoy into a hallway, where nobody could see us. Pinning him against the wall.

"What do you mean?" He pushes my arms off him.

"He's now the new Gryffindor seeker, thanks to you."  I pointed at him, Draco shakes his head.

"How!"

"How would I know? You did this! Unbelievable." I walked away from him. Draco watch as Daphne walked off, smoothing his robe.