It's 6:00 am and within the Slytherin common room Draco was concocting a plan to make a comeback for his humiliation by me. Everyone, including myself and Hestia, was asleep because no one had to officially wake up until half an hour later. He just stared at my bed thinking of any and every possible way he could think of to earn back the respect of his peers. Soon enough, he takes out his wand and comes near by my bed but not too close lest he wanted to be spotted for committing what he was about to do when someone wakes up.

He aims his wand at my body and smirks with confidence.

"Stupefy" he whispered as the stunning spell his blasted towards me.

However, what Draco wasn't expecting was the spell to hit a magical shield which protected me from the blast. He also wasn't expecting the shield to reflect his spell back to him. Draco was then struck by his own spell and was sent flying back to the area near his bed unconscious. The noise that came about from the reflected attack and the sound of Draco's body landing woke everyone up.

"What was that?" One of my Slytherin housemates ask.

I could feel that my shield protected me from something. I then look around the room and see Malfoy on the floor with his wand four feet away from his hand. That's when I figured out what had happened. I get up from bed and look closely at the arrogant fool. Some of the other Slytherin boys join me.

"What happened to him" asked a boy with brown hair and brown eyes named Michael Hessinger. A First year like myself.

"It would seem that Mr. Malfoy wanted revenge against me for humiliating him last night. He tried to use the stunning spell on me but my shield protected me by sending the spell back to its caster. Now he is unconscious for his stupidity" I tell the boy as everyone else heard what I had said. They seemed impressed and shocked at the same time.

"How long will he be like this?" The boy asked me.

"It varies from person to person. It could be a few minutes to a few hours. A child being hit with it could potentially die. Fortunately I know the spell to counteract it" I said as I go take out my wand from my desk.

Once I did, I head back to Malfoy's unconscious body. He may very well be an arrogant ass but death is not something that I wish for him. I then point my wand to his chest.

"Wait what are you-" The boy known as Goyle tries to say but is interrupted when I do my spell.

"Rennervate" I say as a red spark is released from my wand heading to Draco's chest.

Then the Malfoy boy jumps up, gasping for air. This scares a few of the boys but I'm not one of them. It takes Draco several moments to collect himself.

"What happened?" He asked us. All of the boys then look at me. I just sigh and then spoke up.

"You tried to use the stunning spell on me but it backfired leading to you being unconscious on the floor. I then decided to revive you. Believe me I wouldn't have had a problem on leaving you on the floor like that but I am not a cruel person. Plus, it would've costed us points for your nearly fatal attempt for payback. This should be a good lesson for you to learn" I tell him. I could see that he was angry yet understanding of the situation.

"Well...thanks, Lothbrok." Draco said with a bit of reluctance.

"Don't mention it" I said as go to my bed, pet Hestia, and get dressed for the day.

After I finish getting dressed, I head down to the common room to read a little before heading for breakfast. I then see Daphne sitting on one of the desks reading a newspaper from the Daily Prophet.

"Anything interesting going on in the Prophet?" I ask her as I sit across from her with my book in hand. She looks at me and smirks a bit.

"Nothing important. Unless you consider "Understanding muggle culture firsthand" as an interesting topic" she said to me.

"Well if I didn't have a muggle education, I would certainly say that it is. But it's a good thing that I do" I told her.

"Indeed" She said as she soon changes topics "Slept well?"

"I did. Until Malfoy tried to use the stunning spell on me" I informed her. She didn't show surprise at this.

"I had a feeling he would do something like that. I going to assume that he didn't succeed?" she asked me.

"You would be correct. I placed a shield around my bed in case something like that should happened. Although, I had hoped that this would be unnecessary but I guess pettiness is nothing unusual for arrogant purebloods like Draco" I tell her.

"The Malfoys have always been arrogant especially in regards to their beliefs of pure blood supremacy. My father doesn't like Draco's father, Lucius. While cunning and ambitious, it is well known by many that he was a death eater for the Dark Lord. He got away from conviction due his argument of being under the Imperius curse. Last I heard, he was working closely with the Minsiter of Magic." Daphne explained to me.

"Very clever of him to put himself so close to the Minister. This would give him access to vital information that he could exploit. I applaud the strategy if not the man" I say to her.

"Indeed. It's very Slytherin but it's only a matter of time before he makes a mistake and his 'good' reputation becomes tarnished" she said.

"I wouldn't say that I wouldn't enjoy that" I said with a smirk. She smirks as well. Then we continue our respective reading.

Few moments later, we head to the Great Hall to get breakfast. As we do, I see Hermione on the Gryffindor table by herself with some piece of paper in her hand. Daphne goes to the Slytherin table while I head over to sit with Hermione in the Gryffindor table

"Good morning Hermione" I greeted her. She then looks at me and smiles.

"Good morning Alex. How are you today?" She asks me.

"Doing well" I tell her as I notice that there are some people missing "Where are Harry and Ron?"

"Don't know. I tried to reach them with the mirror but no one responded. I imagine that they might still be asleep" she tells me.

"Possibly" I then look at the paper she was holding "you looking at your schedule?"

"Yes I am. Want to see if we are in the same classes?" She asks me with a smile. I smile in return.

"Sure" I said as we compare our schedules. We looked and saw that we do share classes together. This made us happy. Unbeknownst to us, however, some students from each of their respective classes were looking at us. They seemed confused.

"Now let's see. We have transfiguration first with Professor McGonagall, then Potions with Professor Snape right after" I said as I pulled out my books from my bag of infinite space along with Hermione. As we do that, I notice the occasional stares from the other students.

"I think we are being watched" I told Hermione. She looked at me confused until I gesture for her to look around the room. She does this and then starts to notice.

"Oh I think I know why" she said to me with a slight frown

"You do?" I ask her curiously. She nods her head in response.

"Yes, you see every student is supposed to sit at their house table. Its not a written rule for everyone to follow but more like a tradition. That's why people are looking at us." She tells me with a hint of sadness.

This is interesting. I wasn't aware that students from other houses don't sit on each other's tables. And this is a tradition. Sounds ridiculous to me.

"I see. Well fortunately I'm not one to follow a tradition that would want me to separate from my friends" I told her which makes her smile a bit.

"But you might be ostracized by your house if you do that" she tells me with concern.

"I'm not worried. At the moment I have an ally or two because of the Malfoy incident so that helps. Plus I heard that the Slytherin house has a certain disregard for rules" I tell her which makes her smile.

We then continued to talk and eat our breakfast before leaving for our class together.

Few moments later, Hermione and I are sitting down together as the class was waiting for the professor to arrive. Then on cue, Professor McGonagall makes her appearance.

"Good morning class and welcome to Transfiguration class. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall and I'll be your Transfiguration teacher for your following years here at Hogwarts" she said as the students looked amongst each other.

McGonagall soon gave her rundown of the class information before starting. I've read the book before entering the class and what she was saying matches what it said. The topic of Transfiguration is split into five branches. Transformation, Switching, Vanishment, Conjuration, and Untransfiguration. There is also a sub branch call human transfiguration. This mainly for those who are a animagus, metamorphmagus and werewolves. As first-years we will start with the first branch, Transformation.

However, Transfiguration is very complex in its capabilities. If one is not careful then there will be consequences. She then tells us to take out our books and write notes on the lecture. I'm already a step ahead and did just that but it doesn't hurt to write more things that I could've missed.

She then discussed the machinations of the Transformation. She then displayed a demonstration of the branch by her transforming into a cat. This interested me greatly. I wasn't aware that she was an animagus. Perhaps I should learn on becoming one. I would definitely like to know what animal I could transform into. My thoughts were then interrupted as the doors to the classroom were opened. Hermione and I turned to see Harry and Ron running in looking around for the teacher. When they didn't see her, Ron let out a sigh in relief

"Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" he asked Harry.

On cue, McGonagall jumped off her desk and morphed back into her human form, leaving the two wizards shocked in awe. I smirked at the sight

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron complimented.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, at least then one of you might be on time" she retorted.

"We're sorry ma'am. We got lost," Harry said which made her shake her head.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats" she said. The boys nodded their heads and went to look for an open seat.

The class then continued with its lecture. Harry and Ron also found some seats next to me and Hermione.

"Finally woke up?" I asked them with a smirk.

"Shut up Alex" Ron said with embarrassment. I chuckle at this.

We then continued on with the lesson with McGonagall speaking about the difficulties of transformations.

Soon after, we arrive at the Potions class. We are all sitting down waiting for the professor to show up while I'm taking some notes on what I had read from the book. Hermione was too until a man wearing a black cloak walks in. I'm assuming that this is professor Snape.

"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" he said sounding annoyed and looking around at his students.

"However, for those select few…" he says while looking at Draco, who smiled at him, "…Who possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to 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. If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

The class then looked amongst each other, whispering on the possible potions they could create. Snape then notices Harry writing stuff down in his notebook which, in Snape's view, is not paying attention.

"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. Hermiones nudged him which made hims stop and look at the Professor.

"Mr. Potter, one of our new celebrities. Tell me, what I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" he asks but Harry says nothing.

"No idea? Pity" he said with a condescending tone.

"Where Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoar?" Snape asked.

"I don't know sir" Harry said

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked him.

"I don't know sir" Harry told him.

"Well it would seem that fame isn't everything is it? Perhaps Mr. Lothbrok would have some success" Snape said to Harry as he then looks at me "Are you capable of answering the questions that Mr. Potter is incapable of answering?"

"Well to answer the first question is that those are ingredients used to make A sleeping potion so powerful it earned the name of Draught of Living Death. To answer the second, a Bezoar is taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. Finally the third, monkswood and wolfsbane are the same plant and also go by a third name called Aconite" I said to him.

Then there was a long awkward silence in the room with Snape just looking at me and producing no form of facial expressions. Everyone else was concerned if I had made a mistake. Soon enough, he started to speak.

"Most impressive Mr. Lothbrok. It would seem that you are far more learned than your co-celebrity. Twenty points will be rewarded to Slytherin" he said.

The Slytherins in the room were glad to be given points, except for Malfoy. I was glad to have points but I was wondering why he held animosity towards Harry. His eyes suggest that there may be some disdain towards my fellow survivor but it's difficult to tell. Professor Snape seems to be a master of controlling his emotions to prevent anyone from knowing his next move. He must be an Occulmens like myself.

"Now, I will ask you more advanced questions to see how knowledgeable you are Mr. Lothbrok. For each answer you correctly state, an additional twenty points will be rewarded to your house. Understood?" He asked me.

"Yes sir" I state to him.

"Very well. What is the Wiggenweld Potion and it's uses?" He asked me.

"The Wiggenweld Potion is a healing potion with the power to awaken a person from a magically-induced sleep, which gives it the ability to reverse the effects of potions like the Sleeping Draught and the Draught of Living Death" I state from memory on the readings from the book.

"What are the brewing instructionsfor a Girding potion?" He asked me.

"Add one set of fairy wings. Heat until the potion turns turquoise. Add one measure of doxy eggs. Heat until the potion turns pink. Add the toasted dragonfly thoraxes until the potion turns red. Heat until the potion turns blue. Add toasted dragonfly thoraxes until the potion turns silver. Heat the potion until it turns red. Add three measures of doxy eggs. Add some dragonfly thoraxes. Heat the potion until it turns blue. Add three flying seahorses. Heat until the potion turns green." I state step by step.

"What are the ingredients for the Draught of Peace potion?" He asks me.

"Powdered moonstone, syrup of hellebore, powdered porcupinequills and powdered unicorn hair" I tell him.

"What is the function of the Volubilis potion?" He asked me.

"I believe it is meant to alter ones voice. It can also restore someone's voice if affected by the Silencing charm."

"Who was the creator of Felix Felicis and what are the side effects of overusing it?" He asked me.

"Zygmunt Budge was the one who made the potion to which he deemed it was his greatest creation. Overusing this potion can prove to be toxic to the drinker and lead to them to be over-reliant on it. It may also lead them to have dangerous overconfidence, giddiness, and recklessness." I explained to him.

Everyone was stunned that I was able to answer these questions. All of them were of higher level classes. Things that first years would have no idea how to answer unless of course you read ahead to better prepare yourself.

"Well done Mr. Lothbrok. You have just rewarded Slytherin house 100 points on the first day." The Professor told me in a tone that suggested pride.

"That's not fair." One of the Gryffindor students yelled out to the Professor.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for having an outburst in class and having detention with me tonight" he said as he then looked around the room "Well why aren't you all writing this down?"

This caused everyone to open their books quickly and write everything I just said. Hermione then looks at me with immense shock.

"How did you know all that? Those last few questions were from various years level higher than ours." She asked me. I smile at that.

"I read ahead plus some of the information I already knew so it was simple. I could help you with the topics if you wish." I told her.

"I would like that" she said with a smile. Few moments later Professor Snape starts talking.

"Everyone, join with a partner and wait at a station until further instruction" Snape said after he saw everyone was finished writing. I then gestured for Hermione to join me. She smiled and nodded as we head towards our station, as the other students did the same.

"For today's lab, you will be brewing one sample of a Cure for Boils potion. You and your partner are to be finished with an acceptable cure by the end of the class for a passing grade. You will find the ingredients in the cupboards and drawers by your stations, the recipe is in your book on page eighteen. Begin." he said as we all began our work.

I then filled the cauldron with water as Hermione lit the fire on the bunsen burner. The two of us then turned to page eighteen within our assigned text.

"Okay so we'll be needing six snake fangs, four horned slugs, and 2 porcupine quills, and some dried Nettles," I said as I through the various resources within the room and found the ingredients. Both of us each began to crush three snake fangs into fine powder.

"Hey Alex you mind telling me about yourself. I know that you are smart and a bit devious but I'm curious on knowing more about you" Hermione said to me.

I soon have a debate with myself on how much information I should tell her. Clearly I can only tell her the bare minimum because I'm trying to keep some things a secret. Though I feel like I could trust her with such information.

"Well after the events that left me and Harry with the scars on our heads, I was raised in an orphanage. Cared for by a woman named Sister Margaret. A lovely woman who truly cared for children. Though while I was there I preferred books to people. I was a bit antisocial back then though I wasn't incapable of starting a conversation. Then some years later I was found by someone" I tell her. She seemed curious on who found me.

"Who found you?" She asks me.

"A woman, who is a servant of my family who had been searching for me for a long time. She picked me up and she along with three other girls raised me. Taught me much about the wizarding and muggle world. All of them claim the title of servants but to me, they are my family. That is something I will never forget and will always cherish." I explain to me.

"Wow. That sounds incredible" she said with awe. I smile at that.

"Thank you and I'm glad I have you as a friend. It's nice talking to someone who has similar interests to me" I said which made her smile.

"Me too. Your my best friend Alex" she tells me with happiness. I smile at that. Then we end the conversation so that we can focus on the potion.

After crushing the fangs into fine powder, Hermione took out a measuring cup and added in the four measures of powdered fangs into boiling water. I then raised the temperature to 250 for ten seconds.

"Next step. Wave the wand once," I then read from the text which made Hermione lower the temperature. I soon bring out my wand and in a in a swift motion, a light violet gleam waved through the now boiling water.

"Okay so we leave it sit for 33 to 45 minutes" I said while flipping an hourglass.

"I think it's coming along nicely" Hermione stated as she looked into the boiling pink liquid. I nodded in agreement.

"Let's stew those horned slugs while we wait." I suggested and we then got started on that.

Meanwhile, Professor Snape was scoping the room examining everyone's potion making. He criticized everyone', especially Harry's, on how they were making the potion. Except for the Slytherins. He even looked at Hermione and I's progress and displayed praise despite the fact that Hermione wasn't Slytherin. Though I think that he believes her to be the more competent of her house than anything else.

Then something happened.

Someone had somehow managed to melt their cauldron into some type of substance that was in a horror movie with the potion itself was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in the ground. I recognized the boy as Neville Longbottom. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing" Snape spat at another Gryffindor boy to who I recognize to be Seamus Finnegan. Then Snape looked at Ron and Harry since they were not far from Neville.

"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's five points you've lost for Gryffindor." He said with clear disdain. Harry and Ron complained but it went into deaf ears. Hermione was about to comment too until I put my hand on her shoulder.

"It is not worth it Hermione. Let's focus on finishing the potion and maybe you can win points when we do" I suggest to her. She soon, reluctantly, nodded her head in agreement as we continue working.

Forty minutes later, we added stewed slugs into the cauldron which turned the liquid from pink to turquoise. Just what we wanted. We then turned off the bunsen burner and carefully removed the cauldron from the heated stand. Hermione and I backed away so as to not be affected by the fumes. Few minutes after, we slowly moved back to the cauldron to see the potion have a clear color

"Okay stir clockwise five times and wave your wand" I said as I stirred five times and moved and moved out of the way as Hermione brought out her wand and waved it. A small smoke cloud arose from the cauldron before it cleared leaving only the steaming hot potion.

"I believe that's it" I said with a smile which made Hermione to smile as well.

"Professor Snape" she called out to him. He then walked over to us.

"What is it, Ms. Granger?" he asked with some annoyance.

"I believe we are finished with our potion" she responded as Snape took a vial and examined the liquid.

A few minutes later he finished his examination.

"It is acceptable" he said "Mr. Lothbrok, you have awarded an additional ten points for Slytherin for being the first to finish. For you Miss Granger, ten...points will go to Gryffindor."

He said the last part as though it was painful for him to reward points to her house. He then walked away to observe the other work stations. Hermione was happy that I was correct in assuming that she would get points. Pretty soon every student began to finish their potion assignments to which Professor Snape would examine with a stoic expression.

"For tonight's assignment, you are to single handedly brew one Infusion of Wormwood." He said before all of us exited the class room. It seemed simple enough.

It was lunchtime now and I was throughly disappointed with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This Professor Quirrel was a stuttering imbecile who only taught us the theories behind defending oneself from the dark arts. He didn't even teach us any interesting spells. Only standard ones that could be read from a elementary book.

However, there is something off about him. Something dark surrounds his very being. I don't know what it is but I believe there is more to him than meets the eye.

I was sitting with Hermione in the Gryffindors table. Most of the house looked at me wearily. Probably because they held fear or disdain to Slytherin. Some of the professors had different reactions to it. Snape looked annoyed that one of the members of his house would sit with the Lions. Dumbledore and McGonagall smiles that I was willing to sit with others from different houses. Quirrel has no reaction at all, mainly focused on eating his food. The other professors were more uncertain on what they were feeling. I paid all of them little mind. Ron and Harry sat in front of me and Hermione while we were performing some transfiguration spells as our homework.

Then I noticed Seamus doing something with his cup.

"Eye of rabbit, harp of string hum, turn this water, into rum-"the boy said as he looked at his drink before shaking his head, "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum-"he continued.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" I asked Ron

"He's trying to turn it into rum. He actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before…" Ron said.

BOOM!

We all turned to see Seamus as the cup exploded in his face, comically singeing his hair and covering his face with soot. Some of the students laughing at him as he coughed up smoke.

We shaked our heads and continued to what they were doing. A little bit later, a flock of owls start to glide into the hall through the rafters.

"Ah, mail's here," Ron said, as the owls began to drop mail to the students. Harry then notices the newspaper that Ron puts to the side

"Can I borrow this?" He asks. Ron nods his head with little care

"Thanks" he said as he starts reading the daily news. Meanwhile, Neville, healed from his boils, unwrapped a gift. It was a crystal clear ball with gold ring around it.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean point out.

"I've heard about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something" Hermione explains, and just as she did the smoke went from white to red.

"Only problem is… I can't remember what I've forgotten" Neville said before he attempted to remember what it was exactly that he forgot.

"Hey guys, somebody broke into Gringotts" Harry said to us

Hermione, Ron and I gathered around him to see what happened.

"Listen to this. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts Goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insists that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713 had in fact been emptied earlier that same day" He read from the newspaper.

This was shocking to know. From all intents and purposes Gringotts is nearly impossible to break into. I guess someone found a way. The information from the paper made Harry produce a look of confusion.

"713? How odd. That's the vault that me and Hagrid went to." Harry said in remembrance.

I then figure that Hagrid must've grabbed something important in that vault. Something that the goblins wished to be locked away. Whatever it is, I have a feeling that we would find what it is. One way or another. We then continue reading from the paper to learn more about the situation.

Moments later, we were in flying class. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin students lined up in two rows with brooms by their side on the ground. A woman with short spiky hair and hawk yellow eyes walks down the line soon approached us. This was Madam Hooch.

"Good Afternoon, class" she said.

"Good Afternoon, Madam Hooch" we all responded.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick" she ordered and we did as instructed.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" she instructed.

"Up!" the class repeated. My broom and Harry's shoot up to our hands on our first try. Hermione stares at us with bewilderment for a moment before she continued. Several students were still trying as their brooms barely levitate off the ground. Ron's broom went straight to his face when he did it. It made both me and Harry laugh.

"Up!" Draco spoke as his broom shot into his hand. He smugly grinned at me and Harry believing himself to be a prodigy and wanted everyone to know it. Such a petty boy.

A short time later everyone had their brooms in hand. "Now, I want you to mount your broom and grip it tight. You don't want to be sliding off the end" the flight instructor explained. The class does as it's told.

"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…" she said before blowing her whistle.

Just as they were about to kick off, Neville immediately lifts off the ground with a scared expression on his face. Nathan and several others from the class looked in shock as the boy floated higher into sky.

"Uh-oh" Neville whimpered.

"Mr. Longbottom," Hooch said with concern.

"Neville what are you doing?" I asked

"I'm not doing anything!" Neville shouted.

"We're not supposed to take off yet" the students continued to say similar things as Neville began to soar through the sky.

"AHHHHH!" the boy cries as he shot off like a bullet.

"Neville!" the students shouted.

"Down! Down! AHHH!" he yelled as his broom smashes itself against a wall several times before flying off elsewhere.

Hooch holds out her wand in attempt to stop the out of control broom. It was then when the broom began to charge forward at the students. I soon grabbed Hermione and scattered with the rest of the students. I then get up and came up with a plan.

"I'll be back" I told Hermione as I get on my broom and fly away before she could respond.

I hear Neville screaming for help as his broom is flying irracftically in the air throughout the area. I could tell that the broom was bewitched. I fly close to Neville but not too close or else the broom could get more violent.

"Neville" I call out to him. The scared boy then looks at me.

"When I tell you, I want you to jump" I told him. He looks even more afraid of the idea than the situation he is in.

"Are you mad?" He exclaims while trying to hang on.

"Trust me. You will be ok" I tell him. He looks at me with uncertainty but then nods his head reluctantly.

I soon fly farther away from Neville and stop a few yards in front of him. I aim my wand and force the broom to fly directly towards my direction. As I do I can feel it trying to break free but I keep hold. I then fly straight at Neville. What I'm about to do is risky and crazy but it just might work. Soon enough the distance between our brooms shortened.

"Neville jump" I told him as I jump forward. He soon jumps as our brooms crash into each other, destroying them instantly.

I grab Neville as he grabs on to me as we start to fall. I then use my wand and try to transfigure it to the first thing I could think of. In a few seconds, my wand transforms into a open umbrella which decreases our descent greatly. We just start to float in the air as we get close to the everyone else.

"T-Thank you" Neville said to me with lingering fear at what just happened.

"No problem" I said as we draw nearer and nearer to the ground. Eventually we landed with a crowd of our classmates surrounding us in amazement on what I just did. Everyone except for Malfoy of course

"Mr. Lothbrok" I heard Madam Hooch call out to me "Do you have any idea how reckless your actions were?"

"Forgive me Professor. I had reason to believe that the broom would be incapable of being stopped by a normal spell. So I had to perform some...drastic measures to ensure that Mr. Longbottom would be able to get tot he ground with minimal injury. Unfortunately, our brooms are more worse for wear than we are" I explained to her. She seems to this answer acceptable.

"In either case, what you did could've nearly killed both you and Mr. Longbottom. However, I am impressed with your bravery on the matter. Not many Slytherins would be willing to engage in actions that you just did. Ten points will be rewarded for Slytherin." She tells me.

"Thank you Professor. Although, I would recommend that Mr. Longbottom be escorted to the hospital wing. He is really shaken up about the ordeal." I suggested as I see Neville shivering in fear. Professor Hooch then nods her head.

"Very well. All of you will stay here and wait until I return. Come now Mr. Longbottom" She said as she guides the boy back into the castle leaving us behind. Once she leaves Hermione and Harry start to talk to me

"That was incredible Alex. You were able to save Neville and transfigure your wand into an umbrella." Hermione said with excitement in her voice.

"Yea you looked like Mary Poppins" Harry commented with a laugh.

It took me and Hermione a minute to understand what he meant by that until we remembered that I floated Neville down with an open umbrella just like said character. This made us laugh as well. Unfortunately, laughter ends when a certain someone makes an appearance.

"You think you are very clever don't you, Lothbrok?" Malfoy asked me.

"If I wasn't than what I just did wouldn't have worked now would it, Malfoy?" I asked him with sarcasm as I pay him little mind

"You are a disgrace to the Slytherin house. Sitting in the Gryffindor table and talking with muggleborns, you are worse than your father" he told me. This catches my attention as well as everyone else.

"What did you say?" I ask him while keeping my anger in check.

"You heard what I said. I spoke with my father about you. He knew your father from a long time ago. He didn't have much to say about him. But I can read between the lines. My father thought that yours was weak and a fool. He was also a traitor to his own kind by marrying your stupid muggle mother. They deserved death if you ask me." Malfoy said with a smug grin.

I can feel my anger rise at the same time as my magical power leaking off me. My magic seems to be affecting everyone for they felt like they were losing air and their bodies were heavy. Some of them, like Hermione, Harry and Ron, were even in the ground, including Malfoy. I could feel the castle reciprocate my rage as I feel its foundations react. It felt as though that it wanted to destroy my enemies into oblivion if I asked it to. Unbeknownst to me, my eyes glow a bit green and become snake like.

I soon walk in front of Malfoy who looks at me with some fear in his eyes.

"You know nothing about my family, Malfoy. You are ignorant on matters you know not. I too know of you father. From what I hear, he is a coward and a liar. He was a true disgrace of the Slytherin house. He helped slaughter thousands under the command of the Dark Lord and lied to the Wizengamot that he was under the imperius curse. Now all he is, is a lapdog for the Minister. He may have influence now but soon he will not and I will make sure of that. Just like I will make sure that you are reminded of one thing" I told him. Malfoy looks at me curiously.

"And What is that?" He asks with an attempted act of defiance to be free of the magical pressure. I get close to him until I reach his ear to whisper what I am about to say.

"That I...am...your...better" I say with a deep echoing voice as I use wandless magic to throw him a few feet away from me with enough force for him to feel pain but not enough to warrant the hospital wing.

I soon calm myself and bring back my magic. Soon enough everyone was able to breathe again and got up from the ground. I then go to my friends.

"I apologize for that experience. I didn't mean for you guys to get hurt" I say apologetically to them.

"Bloody hell. What was that Alex" Ron asked me.

"I am unusually strong in magic for someone of my age. The intensity of it could make some who have less experience with magic feel what you just have. It's also connected to my emotional state. I found that Occulmency helps significantly to that affect. I'm sorry if I had hurt you in any way" I explain to them.

They all look at me with shock and amazement at this. Unbeknownst to me, everyone else heard what I had said and had the same reaction. Then, unexpectedly, Hermione gives me a tight hug.

"I don't blame you Alex. What Malfoy said was awful and despicable. I would've reacted the same way or worse if I was in your position." Hermione said as I reciprocate the hug.

I look at Ron and Harry and they nod their heads in agreement to what she just said. I soon give a small smile in gladness that they understand. I then end the hug and look at everyone else from both Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. They have looks of fear on their faces but they too nod their heads. In both respect and understanding of what just happened. No one disrespects my family in such a manner

We all then look at Malfoy who was up from the ground and slightly panting from being thrown by me. He looks at us with anger but doesn't say a word. None of us do until Professor Hooch comes back and continues the lesson at hand.

Next Monday

Few days have since flying class and things started to change. Word had spread among the students what I had done. The Gryffindors have become more accepting of me due to my assistance with Neville. Even welcomed me to their common room and offered that I am welcome there anytime if I wished. I'll admit it was nice. They really enjoyed that I made sure that Malfoy wasn't sitting on a pedestal of his own making.

My own house of Slytherins treated me with respect and fear. What most saw me do to them and Malfoy that day really brought awareness of my magical prowess. Some believed that I was the reincarnation of the Dark Lord. This is not something like to hear. While Voldemort was a powerful wizard, he was a maniac who loved power. Harribel suggested to me that he is alive somewhere too weak to do anything. I'm inclined to believe her if the stories about his power is indeed true. Daphne was surprised that I wield such power which showed on her face despite her being an occulmens. I think she is glad that we are friends and not enemies because of what happened.

Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were a bit mixed in how they should view me. But the consistent thing they had was their held fear of me. Though a girl known as Susan Bones, who is a Hufflepuff, seemed to be very polite and cordial with me ever since we first met. She didn't seem afraid of me at all. I met her in the library one time while working on my Potions homework. She was sitting a few chairs away from me in the same table. She noticed me and we talked for she was in my class. Even worked together in the assignment. Ever since then we've been friends.

Hermione and I would talk to each other more on books and our families. Her parents are both dentists who had no idea of the wizarding world when they learned that their daughter could do magic. Despite the shock of such news, they became accepting of the hidden world that they were ignorant in. According to Hermione, they are doing their best to learn more about its history and infrastructure. Hermione herself read a lot of books on the subject and so provided her parents with recommendations on reading materials to help. She is truly a bookworm. A very talented one at that since she could cast spells with little imperfections. Another thing we have in common.

Ron and Harry were fun to hang out with too. Harry and I share a bond created by the events of what happened to us. I guess you can say that we are brothers. Ron would tell me stories of adventures he went with his family. I must admit it was truly fascinating. He has a brother that works with dragons in Romania which is a dangerous job. Dragons are difficult creatures to work with as well as unpredictable. It takes a brave soul to be willing to perform such a job.

Currently, it was late in the afternoon and I was walking in the halls leaving the library when I heard a conversation being taken place. I then looked at the direction of the voices and see Professor McGonagall and Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood.

"I'm telling ya, Professor McGonagall. House Gryffindor is in real trouble this year." He said to here

"In what way, Wood?" Minerva asked him

"Nobody worthwhile wants to try out for the seeker position. We don't have one this year," Oliver said frantically.

This was truly a surprise. Every team needs a seeker to catch the golden snitch. It's a vital position. To not have one could jeopardize the team. That's when I thought of something.

"Perhaps I could be of assistance" I said to them which catches their attention.

"How's that Mr. Lothbrok?" Professor McGonagall asked me.

"Well if you are looking for a seeker then I would suggest Harry to have the position" I said to them. This confuses them a bit.

"He's a first year. He won't be allowed to play." Oliver said.

"That is true. Unless you are given permission by the Headmaster to allow it" I said to them.

"While true that maybe, we have no reason to even make that request" McGonagall clarified. I smirk at that.

"Perhaps you forgot that his father was also a seeker during his time" I said which shocks Wood and McGonagall then produces a face of remembrance.

"Yes...that is correct. Perhaps it's possible that Mr. Potter has some skill with a broom." McGonagall said.

"I would imagine so. You can test Harry's skill before making it official of his position in the team" I said as I was about to leave.

"Why would you help us? You are a Slytherin. If anyone were to find out about your assistance in our team roster, your house will go against you." Oliver said to me.

"I am a student of Hogwarts. I may belong to Slytherin but it does not mean that I would not assist people from other houses. If my altruism isn't believable, then think of this as my way of gaining allies to help with future endeavors should I need it. Now if you excuse me, I must finish my homework" I said to them as I leave the area. Little did I know that Professor McGonagall was smiling at my declaration of assistance to those beyond my house.

Next day

I was walking with Ron and Harry after finishing one of our classes. Harry just received the news that he got the position as Quidditch seeker.

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in…"Ron stated but was interrupted

"…A century, according to Professor McGonagall" Harry finished for him.

Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers then appeared behind us.

"Hey, well done Harry, Wood's just told us" Fred stated happily.

"Fred and George are on the team too. Their Beaters" Ron said.

"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" George said.

"Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally,"Fred said as him and George walk off across the courtyard.

"But they usually turn up in a month or two", George shouted back at Harry. This made Harry a bit nervous.

"Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great, best game there is, and you'll be great too" Ron persuaded.

"But I've never played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself" Harry asked. Hermione who was working on a bench nearby, jumped up and joined us.

"You won't make a fool of yourself, if that's what you're worried about. It's in your blood. Alex showed me proof of it" she said to Harry which confused both him and Ron. Hermione and I then lead them to a trophy case and pointed to James Potters trophy.

"Whoa Harry, you never told us your father was a Seeker, too" Ron said in awe.

"I-I didn't know" He stuttered as he looked at the moving photo of his father in his younger days. He was just in awe of this.

Soon after we head to the Grand staircase which started to move suddenly out of nowhere.

"What's happening?" Ron asked as he held onto the railing along with the others.

"The staircases change. Remember?" Hermione stated as the staircase connected to another level.

"Let's go this way" I suggested, not realizing at first that this was the 3rd floor.

"Before the staircase moves again" Ron said as we all opened a door in front of us to a dark room.

"Does anyone feel like… we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked.

"That's because we're not supposed to be here. This is the third floor, it's forbidden" Hermione explains with worry.

"We should leave" I said to which everyone nodded in agreement.

Before we could leave, however, a flame lit itself on a stone support which scared us a bit. Then we heard a noise from behind us. We turned around and see the caretaker's cat Mrs. Norris looking at us.

It's Filch's cat!" Ron nearly shouted. We would all get expelled if we were found by the caretaker.

"Run!" Harry shouted as he started to run down the hall of the room.

As we ran, more flames are lit. We soon got to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a door. Harry grabbed the handle and found it locked.

"It's locked!" he said. I move him out of the way, take out my wand and point it at the keyhole

"Alohomora" I said as a small light is made from my wand and the door gets unlocked.

"Get in" I said as we rushed inside. We then closed the door behind us and leaned up against it. Ron then turned to me.

"Alohomora?" He asked me.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven" Hermione explained as she also knew the spell.

On the other side of the door, Filch walked into the room.

"Anyone here my sweet?" he asked his cat, who only meowed at him.Filch looked around and saw no one.

"Come on", he said leaving the room with his cat.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had their ears pressed up against the door and listened intently.

"Filch is gone," Hermione reassured.

"Probably thinks this door's locked" Ron said.

"It was locked" Hermione said.

"And for good reason, it seems." I state to them. Ron, Hermione and Harry then turn to see what I was looking at. In front of us was a massive three headed dog who was sleeping. We then heard a harp playing within the room before it came to a stop. As it did the dog began to wake up.

"Oh Bollocks" Harry whispered as the Cerberus in front of us was getting up from the ground.

"Get out through the door now!" I said as we all exit from where we entered.

I closed the door behind us and pointed my want at the lock.

"Colloportus" I said as the door magically locked itself as the Cerberus began to hit it from the other side. We then leave the area.

I then join them to the Gryffindor common room undetected. Fortunately, no one was around.

"What do they think they're doing!? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school" Ron stated slightly shaken from the experience.

"You didn't see it?" I asked him

"See what?" Ron asked.

"What is was standing on" Hermione said as she saw it too.

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit more preoccupied with its head or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" Ron nearly shouted.

"It was standing on a trap door, Ron" I said.

"Meaning it wasn't there on accident. It's guarding something" Hermione stated.

"Guarding something?" Ron asked.

"That's right. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before you two" she looks at both Harry and Ron "come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled! Good night Alex" she said as she walks to her dorm and shuts the door.

"She really needs to sort out her priorities" Ron said I then turn to Ron

"Look who's talking." I said as I head back to my dorm.

This has been an interesting turn of events. First, something gets stolen from Gringotts, Neville's broom gets bewitched and now there is a Cerberus in the castle guarding something. I gather that it's something important. I wonder if this is all connected in some shape or form. I must learn more before doing anything further. I have a feeling that we have become a part of a series of events that would define us in more ways than one.

Only time will reveal what the future has in store for us.

Whew!! Got this chapter done with. Hope you guys enjoyed it as I worked really hard on it. Let me know what you guys think of it. This is me, signing out.