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Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, I'd have written Draco Malfoy as the main character, and made the books not very suitable for the younger audiences. ;) But sadly, I'm not Rowling, so I don't own her characters. But I do own mine. And the plot. Sort of…

Hazel shuffled out of the hospital wing, the corridors dark as Blaze helped her out. She was still unsteady on her feet, though her broken bones had been mended. A few bruises on her arms and a dull pain in her left leg were all that was left of her tumble down the staircase.

She stepped with her left, though, not letting Blaze do much. The pain wasn't that bad. And besides, once she got back to the dormitory, she could take the sleeping potion Madame Pomfrey gave her and sleep. She wouldn't have to talk to anyone, she wouldn't have to deal with the pain, and she wouldn't even have to dream. It would be just the dark comfort of a deep slumber.

And secretly, she didn't mind the pain.

Not in the way that she could just handle it, but it sent a shiver up her spine each time it flared. That shiver set her nerves on end as she felt heat and cold at the same time.

Of course, she didn't acknowledge it to tell anyone, not her best friend, and not even herself.


Hazel awoke at noon. Her vision was blurry with sleep, and her limbs felt heavy. She lay on her four poster bed for several minutes, though she couldn't say how many. She dragged herself from the bed and dressed automatically. The girls' dorm was empty, and when she saw the time, she knew why.

She came down the stairs and noticed that the pain in her leg was almost gone. She didn't think to miss it.

A few people were scattered in the common room, but they were all older students - no one she knew. She left the room and went out on the grounds, stretching out in the sun. She was soon joined by Blaze and a second year named Zane from Ravenclaw.

"You okay, hon? You're not in any pain or anything?" Blaze asked as she sat down by Hazel, concern showing on her face.

Hazel shook her head. "I'm fine. I can barely feel any of the pain in my legs anymore." She smiled at her friend. "I'm fine," she repeated.

"So, who was it that tripped you? I heard it was that douche Malfoy," Zane asked.

Hazel looked puzzled. "Yeah, it was Malfoy. What's a douche?"

Blaze giggled as Zane stammered, "Just... nothing. Forget it."


The first day of break Hazel had spent in the hospital wing, so she was excited to get out of the castle and talk with her friends on the grounds. She and Blaze and Zane would talk and tease each other and laugh, sometimes to be joined by Jane and her friends. She was glad to get away from the schoolwork aspect of Hogwarts, and not have to spend time around those she didn't appreciate being around.

Though, she couldn't escape the gossip of the school, which turned out to be fairly ridiculous that week. Apparently Potter and his friends got past some of the strongest enchantments the teachers could possibly put up and take some special stone before Prof. Quirrell did. Hazel didn't think it could be true - first, because she was their age, and she had no idea of how anyone her age could do anything near that level of skill and determination, second, she'd liked Prof. Quirrell, and couldn't believe that he'd be stupid enough to have You-Know-Who under his turban, and third, this just proved all the more that Potter was just another attention seeker. He'd probably done something stupid and spread that story to seem way better than he was.

He was in the hospital wing. Hazel and Blaze saw him lying on a bed, apparently asleep, when they brought back the medicine that Hazel hadn't used for sleep or pain. He looked thin and pale, but not necessarily like he'd taken on You-Know-Who again.

But Hazel was finally able to confirm the rumors at the end-of-year feast. Slytherin was in the lead, with 472 points, while Gryffindor was way back in fourth with 352 house points.

The Slytherins cheered and stamped their feet, while the other houses glared at them. Then Dumbledore said, "Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went silent, with no one daring to move. The smiles on the Slytherins' faces were gone.

"Ahem," Dumbledore continued. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...

"First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley for the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

The Slytherins were disgusted. So the Weasley boy was good at chess. Why favor Gryffindor under such terrible excuses, when it was obvious what Dumbledore was trying to get at.

He went on to award fifty more points to Gryffindor, for a Miss Hermione Granger, for using logic or whatever. Hazel didn't listen that carefully, because this proved that not only were the rumors she'd heard were true, but the Slytherins were going to lose what had been rightfully theirs at the start of the feast.

And of course, Dumbledore had to give sixty points to Potter, for courage, though Hazel thought it was just because he was the famous Boy Who Lived. And then, he awarded ten points to some Longbottom kid that stood up to his friends or whatever. It explained why the kid had no friends - first he wouldn't stand up to them, and then they probably abandoned him when they found out that he was trying not to be such a pushover.

And then Dumbledore called out over the cheering of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors, who had all waited to see the downfall of the Slytherin house in anything. "Which means, we need a little change of decoration."

Instead of the tasteful green and silver hangings with the Slytherin snake on them, a lion appeared with scarlet and gold in the background.

Prof. Snape shook Prof. McGonagall's hand, though his smile was very obviously fake.

Hazel and the other Slytherins were not pleased at all.


The exam results came out soon afterwards. Hazel was pleased with her grades, and Blaze was excited with passing. Everyone, at least everyone that Hazel knew in Slytherin, passed the exams, whether their marks were excellent or if they barely scraped by. She was very surprised that Malfoy's friends Crabbe and Goyle were able to make the grades to go on, but people were always surprising. If you'd told her a year before that she was a witch, she'd have laughed in your face and asked if you were okay when you didn't laugh back.

Soon, they were packing up. Their dorms returned to the state they were at the beginning of the year, and notes were given to all the students warning them not to use magic at home. The first years left for the Hogwarts Express on the boats, and Zane and Jane met up with Blaze and Hazel at the train. They sat together, but their time together slipped right out of their hands. They arrived at Platform 9 3/4 and were forced to say their goodbyes, promising to write over the summer. As Harry Potter hopped off the train, people yelled goodbyes after him. He walked past Hazel, turned around and asked, "You're Hazel, right?"

When she nodded, he said, "See you next year. Have a good summer."

He turned around and left Hazel in open mouthed in shock behind him.

It's the end of Year One! I told you I'd post almost immediately after the last one! Haha, it was fun to write.

So, the next chapter will sum up what's going on in the summer, maybe go into Year Two, but I'm not sure yet.

Thank you for reading, and so you don't kill me, I fed Jade myself. Then the stupid cat ate it all at once, and now it's meowing again for more. Greedy little…

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Quickly please! Jade is attacking my toes and it's not pleasant.