• Dangerous to dream •

• Part 9 - Red eyes •

We finished breakfast and went to our first class.

Snape was looking boring, greasy and intimidating as per usual.

He was obviously in a bad mood as well.

He watched as the rest of my class flood in, I sat next to V while Draco and Blaise sat in front of us.

Snape started to mumble on about potions and what we'll be learning during our first year and boring stuff like that.

He started asking questions to a familiar face.

Harry Potter.

The very boy my father so badly wanted dead.

The boy who lived.

The questions were easy but Harry knew none.

I put my hand up for each question.

As I knew every single answer.

And so did another girl.

She looked like she'd been dragged from a bush backwards.

I was determined to be the one to answer.

I was waving my hand like a maniac over here and yet Snape still was only asking Harry.

I was getting so impatient I could burst!

"Pity, clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mr Potter"

Ugh.

Suddenly Harry answered back,

"Clearly Hermione knows, seems a pity not to ask her"

Hello? So do I!

And who's this Hermione girl...

"Hey V...who's this Hermione?"

"Some filthy muggle born...I'd stay away from people like her...you know non magic folk...she's a bit odd too and she needs to fix that wild hair"

"But I've lived with muggles my whole life...does that make me filthy"

"Of course not! Just because you were raised by a muggle doesn't mean you are one she's a muggle that can do magic but I don't think she should be allowed as people her are awful...your a pure blood Lydia...just like your mother was and your father...well he was a half blood but that stall makes you a pure blood...it's all a bit confusing...but she's apparently really annoying"

"She even looks annoying...thank merlin she's a griffindor"

"Well it's not like she'd be Slytherin I mean...there isn't many muggle borns in Slytherin"

Snape made his way to Potter and put him in his place then made us copy everything down.

I was pretty pissed that I couldn't answer but at least griffindor lost five points.

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We finished up our classes and went to get ready for dinner.

Today had been fun.

I got to meet teachers I hadn't met before.

My two favourite classes of the day would have to be potions and defence against the dark arts (DADA) although my DADA teacher professor Quirrel was really weird and had a bad stutter but he still was good at teaching.

We sat down for dinner and discussed our days while we ate.

As I was munching into a spicy chicken wing I noticed Professor Quirrel staring at me, he wasn't eating just staring.