Author's notes ~ Well, this is my first fanfiction everyone! :D The full summary is below:

In an almost parallel world of Harry Potter, Harry, Ron and Hermione have another best friend, Amy Marie Johnson. They are now in they're fourth year at Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy is pestering and bullying them as ever. However, Amy manages to get through to him and become friends...then she finds out she's a born Animagus. Life seems to be going well despite this, Draco and Amy become close, very close and Draco's parents find out about this...and seek they're revenge for turning Draco 'good'...

Well, that's it ^^' Please review. This chapter is short, but they'll get longer, I promise =) Also, some credit goes to my friend, who I roleplayed this with before I converted it into a fan fiction. Thanks and enjoy, Amy.


Draco Lucius Malfoy, previous Death-Eater, and new father was watching his wife, Amy Marie Johnson play with their new baby and twins on the green and silver carpet in their cottage-style living room. Snickering slightly then referring back to the Wizard News, he noticed that Death Eaters were highly popular nowadays. He thought back to the times where his life was all planned out, how he would be a Death Eater too. Then he thought about how it all changed, how Amy Johnson, had changed his life...

Draco Malfoy, a young, rebellious boy walked through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry alongside his gang. Though of course, he was in front, being leader you have to be. They patrolled the halls of Hogwarts, looking for someone to pester and bully. Mostly he liked to bully 'Saint Potter', but he wasn't seen anywhere yet. He and his group did walk by Hermione Granger and on purpose, made a little movement making her drop her books. Draco and his group didn't say anything, instead they just sniggered.

Hermione turned sharply and looked back at Draco; she rolled her eyes and huffed loudly. She bent over and collected the books she was going to return to the library. Hermione was going to say something, maybe remind Draco of the time she punched him in the face last year, but 1 against 4 or 5 isn't the cleverest thing to do.

She continued walking towards the direction of the library. Hermione didn't want to be late to meet Amy Marie Johnson, one of her very best friends, who had experienced the same adventures with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. She joined in the second year, and was also petrified by the Basilisk while trying to help Hermione out, her, Harry and Ron were four very, very close friends. She also didn't want to be late for another reason, it was rather peculiar.

Amy had been acting strange lately, doing little things that made Hermione, Harry and Ron quite confused. Sometimes, she would do little things that were almost...cat like. But anyway, the two girls were closer for the fact they were Muggle-Born, and that they understood each other greatly in times of trouble with bullying.

The young witch finally arrived at the large library and wandered the first few isles. She spotted Amy and bounded happily up towards her.

"Hello Amy, are you alright?", Hermione sat down opposite Amy and smiled.

"Oh, hi Hermione, I'm ok thanks, and yourself?"

"I'm fine thanks, Draco was being mean again! Knocked all my books over...". Amy sighed but smiled, she knew how to cheer Hermione up,

"Don't worry about him, he's just being an ass, anyway, I hope he didn't get that Charms homework of yours dirty, it was a really good read". Hermione beamed as the muddy blonde hair witch looked down at her book again, it was about the art of Animagi.

She had been feeling rather strange lately, like an animal. Whenever she was angry she would growl. She had read in this book that some wizards/witches don't have to learn it, that it can come naturally. Amy put that to the back of her mind for now, and looked back to her friend.

"So, are Harry and Ron coming? Or are they too busy talking about the Triwizard Tournament,? I'm glad Harry's okay though, the second challenge is over thank god, it'll be months before the final". Hermione shrugged but smiled,

"I asked them, they might".