Author's note: ah don't own Harry, any of da Weasly, cept mah little second gens, ah don't own da X-Men who will have a sorta role in dis eventually, Please R&R even if ya hate it, since dis is mah first Harry Potter fanfic, ah welcome da flames.

Tarantula toes! That boy had once again foiled my attempts. How dare he. Detention just for a few toads. They are being utterly ridiculous. So a few things were minorly scorched, I had no idea the spell would work so well since I had to substitute lizard scales for dragon ones. Locke wasn't ready to shed yet. Head Master Potter still has no idea I've managed to smuggle a miniature dragon onto the grounds. Locke is so easy to care for. He sleeps on my pillow, scares away the house elves, and can so easily take care of himself, but he loves me. I've raises him since he hatched all alone. I'm like him in that way, born and waking up alone. My mother died the moment I took my first breath. Father blamed me for many years. He stopped only when he received a promotion, the same time I was accepted into Hogwarts. I'd been a trouble maker before, but here my need for mischief has only increased. I've had more detentions than anyone else in my year. I want to beat the record, set by Fred and George Weasly back when my parents were still students at Hogwarts.

I spent most of detention helping Professor Swamp, this little snippet of a witch, who of course favors me as do many other teachers. This favoritism is one of the few reasons I'm actually glad to be at Hogwarts and not Beauxbatons. Although their uniforms are much better looking. Locke was prowling around the dormitory looking most likely for me when I returned. His little wings spread and he flew straight over to me landing on my shoulder. None of the other girls would dare rat on me. I know everything about them, all the little secrets they won't even tell their best friends. I never meant to find out, but this leverage is very useful in keeping Locke with me. I'd hate to think how we'd suffer without each other.

Potions today with the Slytherins, they always put us together. My best friend is in Slytherin along with one of the cutest boys at the school. I hate the rivalry between the houses, although it makes for some wonderful scapegoats. As usual Professor Swamp partnered us up so we wouldn't work with our friends. I was stuck with Geoff Goyle. He is denser than a flubberworm and not even nearly as good looking. I did all the work as promptly made a nice explosion.

Head Master Potter was not pleased to see me loitering around the outside of his office trying to paint the gargoyle again.

"Hera, what are you doing out here?"

"Nuttin"

"Who sent you?"

"No one."

"Hera, I'm not in the mood for your games. I've already heard from your fellow students what happened."

"Oh."

"Please, come on in." I shook my head causing my crimson hair to fly around my face. I'd seen the inside of Professor Potter's office several times. The heavy wooden desk covered with books. On both the walls were both wizard and muggle pictures. The red fabric covered chair was in front of the desk. Even it's red fabric was lighter than my hair. I sat across it, not the proper way to sit, but I'd never cared before.

"Hera, this is the second time this week you've been in my office. Why don't you tell me what happened in Professor Swamp's dungeon?"

"Thought you already knew."

"I've heard several different versions. Why don't you tell me what really happened?"

"Fine. Geoff and I were partnered up and him and Chris were too busy making hippogriff noises to pay attention to the assignment."

"Chris Crabbe?" I nodded rolling my eyes. Geoff and Chris were inseparable, just as their fathers had been from what I'd heard from my father's friends.

"Hera, did you do this on purpose?"

"What do you think?" I asked glancing at my wand, the best money could buy.

"Hera, you're one of my more promising students, but these distributions, which seem to follow you, are getting out of hand."

"Then why don't you just expel me already?" I smirked. He hadn't expelled me my first year and he wouldn't do it now.

"Hera, why?"

"Why do you think?"

"Is this just a way to get back at me?" I pulled the hem of my robe up and worked on cleaning my wand with it.

"HERA!" I looked up.

"What? Are we done here because I've got rolls of parchment to waste."

"Fine, go, but I don't want to see you in this office again unless there's an emergency"

"Yes Head Master." I smirked as I stood up and walked out of the office.

"In trouble again?" Rahne asked the moment I entered the common room.

"Duh," I stated rolling my eyes, so much like my father's everyone felt the need to comment on them.

"What'd he say?" she asked tossing Locke a piece of chocolate frog as he flew over our heads.

"Just the usual. I'd better shape up or he'll expel me."

"He wouldn't, would he? I mean he's.."

"No, he won't but he has to say he will otherwise he might lose his job," I said with a nod. I really didn't like Rahne that much, she was someone in my house to talk to. And I saw her all the time because her parents lived at my father's house. So we'd grown up together.

"Did you hear what happened with the Malfoy twins?"

"Nope, what?" I was interested now. Galactus Malfoy was defintally a reason to go to potions. He was cute with his white blond hair and those blue eyes of his made just about every girl in the school want to melt.

"From what Lilleth was telling Mortisha, they had this huge fight and Galactus told Galactia that if she liked that muggle boy so much then he no longer wanted to be her brother." I gasped. A Malfoy liking a muggle, that wasn't possible was it?

"I know! I can't wait to tell Cait, she's gonna find this so important," Rahne squealed as she ran up the stairs to the sleeping rooms. I just shook my head. Only Rahne could think this was that important. She probably had it all wrong anyway. Everyone knew the Malfoys only dated pure bloods, like me.

"Hera! Can't you keep that creature out of my stuff?" a voice yelled from upstairs. I rolled my eyes as I looked to see what Locke had gotten into now. "It was eating on my bed."

"Calm it Erin. He's cleaning up," I stated as Locke finished eating.

"I don't care, it shouldnt' be allowed I don't care who's daughter you are!" Erin screamed at me as I picked up Locke and walked off tickling him under his chin. Erin Finnigan had been jealous of me since first year, when I had brought Locke from home. Her cat had run away around that time, and she hated anyone who had a loving pet. I didn't blame the cat at all, Erin yelled too much, and who in their right mind would want to be named Shamrock?