Harry Potter:

This story runs along with the sixth book. It has some of the same events but is different. I've changed some of the way Hogwarts works. Sorry to fans that don't like this but it makes the story fit better! Also I use the same characters and world but I don't write in the same style as JK.

Redone without errors (hopefully). Basically want to do something for a while whilst I repeatedly listen to a song on youtube and I chose going through all my chapters! Last Days by A Fine Frenzy. "The world carries on without you, but nothing remains the same" everyone is now thinking of whoever they've lost. Great song, listen to it!

Chapter one

Sophia Smith wasn't the average first year at Hogwarts. That didn't stop her being as nervous as any other first year. If anything it made it harder. All the eleven year olds who would be her classmate's were all at a similar level of maturity and development. She however was fifteen. She had been "found" by the ministry late. The auror had sensed her underage magic. She had been very well disguised until the extremely powerful magic hiding her from the ministry had been revoked. Up until that very day all the underage magic, all the spells that had been drilled into her were delightful undetectable despite the fact she lived in a home that wasn't registered as a home of an adult witch or wizard. The fact that this had been revoke angered her greatly. Even though she had been planning on joining the normal world of magic it irked her she couldn't do it on her terms. She knew it had only been done to annoy her.

The reason for her heavy protective magic burned on her left arm. Most death eaters dark marks were singed on, hurt like hell for days and then was fine unless the dark lord called them. Then again most death eaters had chosen to have their sick ideas branded on their arms and she wasn't really a death eater. Her father had branded her with the mark at 3 and made it a very special mark. He could track her through it and supposedly sense when she was in danger, which wasn't as unlikely as you may think. If he sensed her in danger he send death eaters to protect her because fathers were overprotective and wanted to keep their daughters safe and when you father was the dark lord sending a couple of death eaters on the of chance you needed help was just what happened. This wouldn't be happening anymore because she didn't want anyone at Hogwarts finding out. Especially not with Harry Potter and his friends. Not even the teachers new although of course they realised that she had been found late because of a "disease" keep her from being sensed but when did dear daddy ever do what she wanted.

Some time later the train reach a standstill. Sophia sighed internally and prepared to face her new classmates. She had spent the journey alone, putting off the inevitable questions about her age. She grabbed her travel bag and headed out of the compartment. Only to face another meeting. This one seemed inevitable as well but this time was just a really bad coincidence. She walked straight into Draco Malfoy. She was pretty sure that he didn't know about her heritage however she didn't know if he knew she had the dark mark. Or if he knew that she knew he had it.

"I'm sssorry, " she stuttered out. Daughter of the most powerful dark wizard who had a habit for vengeance and yet she was nervous of Malfoy, her fathers lackey. Not that she'd ever use it against anyone. Or that he'd ever know.

"That's ok. Hey I haven't seen you around before. I know everyone in this hole. Well except the newbies," he smoothly replied despite her obvious nerves.

"Oh I am new I just. Well its complicated," she tried to explain, not sure she wanted to go into this with a guy who her relationship with would be awkward if her true identity came out.

"Well okay bye then," with that he wandered back to his friends evidently put off by her strange response to what appeared a simple question.

Well that didn't go as badly as it could of she thought. Scrap that he thinks I'm a social leper. Which she kind of was considering she'd spent most her life being raised by a couple of death eaters. They weren't really death eaters though. They didn't kill or torture; they just raised her. She was closer that old couple than her real father. They had a potent compulsion laid on them to protect her when she was born. It was irrelevant now however as they loved her as their own. She hadn't seen them since five years ago when mad-eye moody the auror had tracked them down. She had nearly been discovered then all three of them had fled fearing their freedom.

She step onto the station and walked towards the swinging lamp that was Hagrid. This was another person Sophia wasn't looking forward to meeting. She knew he his life had been changed completely by her father's actions. It was his fault Hagrid had been expelled. Even though there was a rational part of her mind that said it wasn't her fault her heart force her to take responsibility for everyone she met who her father had hurt.

"First years this way," he called.

"Yes that's me. I'm a first year," she said desperately as if they might leave her behind.

"You must be Sophia Smith," he said looking sympathetically down at her. " I've been told about you".

With that he walked of, followed by a crowd of eleven year olds.

Sophia ended up in a boat with a boy and a girl. Luckily they didn't know each either so she could make conversation without feeling too much like at outsider. Her upbringing had left her with the confidence to converse with new people without feeling to shy.

"Hi I'm Sophia. Isn't it great to be here?" she asked.

The boy, who was short with glasses giving the impression he was smart, replied.

"Yer it's really great to get away from home and stuff. I can't wait to find out what house I'm in," he replied " its Tom by the way."

At this the girl, who had been looking quite shy, felt she could come in.

"Oh I'm dreading it. Wouldn't it be awful to be put in Slytherin?" She cried.

"Yer awful," Sophia replied, a sinking feeling in her stomach.

" I want to be in Slytherin," Tom argued.

Surely there was some rule where the heirs had to be in the house of their heritage. There was no doubt she was an heir of Slytherin, she could speak parseltongue and her father was after all. Oh my God what if the hat knew?

Tom and the girl, which introduced herself as Maisey continued to chatter away. She occasionally interjected but her mind was elsewhere.

The first years were left to their own devices in a large room. This left Sophia much time to ponder the threat of the hat. The students where sticking close to the people they had sailed with so she was next to Tom and Maisey. They made occasional chitchat but her mind was predominately occupied with the possibility of her education being cut short. She went through the protective spells she knew. This was partly to take her mind of things but also there was a real chance she'd need them. It had happened before. Wizards wanting to kill her on principle, not even giving her a chance. In a strange detached way she could understand it.

Finally they were called through. She was glad the waiting was over, despite what probably lay ahead.

"Good luck," Maisey whispered.

"I hope we end up together" Tom replied. It seem she had made good friends in the hour or so they'd been together. A small part of her agreed with Tom but she was convinced the hat would reveal her.

Maisey's surname was Damdell, which meant she was called forward almost immediately and pronounced a "Ravenclaw". Sophia was pleased for her friend. She wasn't surprised Maisey wasn't in Slytherin.

Tom's surname was Guildworth do he to was called before he fake name "smith". It was a long wait but eventually she was called forward. She felt the reassuring weight of her wand in her pocket. Ready to use at any moment. She walked nervously but firmly to the stool, sat down and almost flinched as the hat was placed on her head.

"Interesting," the hat spoke in her mind " I haven't been placed on the head on an heir in quite some time. The closest I came to it was Harry potter six years ago. You're similar, both July birthdays, both important to the Dark lord. In vastly different ways of course," the hat continued.

"Please don't tell anyone. I'm not here to do any harm. I just want to be normal. Please don't put me in Slytherin," she begged in her mind.

" Oh I know. I'm not going to tell. I can see in your mind while I'm here. Don't worry. However you are what you are, you should accept it. It doesn't mean you're the same as him, just because you're the heir of SLYTHERIN."

She was so relieved to have escaped detection she didn't notice Malfoy watching her as she sat down by Tom, who was making space for her.

"Thank god your in, shame about Maisey though," Tom declared.

Her last thought before tucking in to the food was the hat was probably right about her heritage.

Later that evening the new Slytherins stood nervously around the common room. If you could call it that. It was more like a dungeon. This was an awkward time for the first years. They weren't really sure what to do. It was during this time that Malfoy asked her question that she was sure was on everybody. In all fairness to him he didn't do it in a cruel way. He didn't force her into it in front of a crowd of students. He asked her surreptitiously.

"So care to explain why you're in first year? At what 16?"

Hee hee he thought she was older than she was!

" 15. It's complicated," she repeated, "I'm not sure where to start," one thing she was sure of was she felt a sudden desire to share with him her story. Her real story not her cover-up.

"Well who raised you?" he enquired kindly.

"I was raised by muggles, my parents were, are I guess, magical but they had better things to do," she shrugged. LIE LIE LIE. Her father raised her with death eaters until she was five and the killing spell caught up with him. It was a little known fact that he hadn't actually "died" and gone to the jungle until six years after that night. " Then my powers started to develop naturally. I hid them but there's some stuff you pick up naturally if you're in a dangerous situation. Like protego and stuff," she breathed deeply. She hadn't recounted her cover story to anyone here yet. It was all more lies. She had been taught battle spells for her protection and she was a pretty accomplished occulemence, sort of.

"Were you in danger? And what about the trace? He asked.

"Nah my mind just thought I was, subconsciously you know. The ministry wizards said I had a disease that kept me from being sensed by the trace but when I turned 15 in July my body beat it. I had no idea about this world until then," the beauty of this is that this was what the ministry wizards had said. They hadn't even considered a protective spell strong enough to confuse them.

"Your parents shouldn't have done that to you," he said passionately.

"No offence but why do you care?" she asked.

"Just interested," he replied before wandering of.

She messed that up. He had been kind and considerate when asking her questions and she had been rude. But she had genuinely wanted to know. As she walked up the stairs having decided to go to bed she got a terrifying answer.

"You seem familiar," he called after her. Her heart sank. Draco Malfoy, death eater who worked for her father, thought she seemed familiar

"That's not possible," she called back but all she could think of that night was, does he know?

One down, 14? ( Not sure how many chapters I've got to) to go!