A/N:

The plot will start in the fourth year, but now I am doing one chapter per year, leading up to the fourth. Sorry if it's a bit slow.

This is a rewrite of my old story… enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Half-Blood Slytherin

First Year

I was so excited. I was finally, finally going to Hogwarts. Ever since my seventeen year old sister, Misty, had gone, and came back with adventurous tales, I had been positively dying to go, and now, I was!

We'd be leaving in an hour and I was throwing "last minute things" in my trunk - robes, shoes, lip gloss and books.

I checked my long packing list one last time. I had packed everything.

"Morning," my mother, Anne, greeted me when I came downstairs. She was making pancakes and bacon. My stomach growled, I was really going to miss her mouth-watering cooking.

"Good morning," I beamed. I was so excited for Hogwarts, that stupid smile wouldn't come off of my face.

"I bet you can't wait to go to Hogwarts," mother said, waving her wand. The pancakes and bacon gracefully landed on 4 plates and on the table. "Breakfast is ready!"

Almost immediately, my father, Chris, and sister Misty, came downstairs. It was amazing how much they looked alike. They both had shiny black hair, green eyes and the same friendly manner.

I, Scarlett, also had jet-black hair but I inherited my mother's sparkling blue eyes - and never ending appetite, which explained why I had already wolfed down 4 pancakes and half a dozen pieces of bacon.

"More please," I said, gulping down my orange juice.

Mom sighed. "Why must you eat so much? she tipped two more pancakes onto my plate. "That's all you're going to get, I don't want you getting fat, dear."

"Mom, the day Scarlett is fat is the day Lord Voldermort isn't evil," Misty said.

"She's right," I agreed heartily, "Can I have more food now?"

"No," Mom said, "But you two can have 100 Galleons each for the school year. I also packed some turkey sandwiches and snacks in a small bag. If you need anything, just send an owl. Scarlett, your new owl Calypso will know exactly where to go so -." My father pressed his finger to her lips. "Shh... I know that your worried about the kids but they'll be okay."

Mother took a deep breath. "I know, I know."

Misty patted her on the back. "Sure you do."

~.~.~

After tearful goodbyes and many "good lucks" and "don't get in troubles," I was on the train. I tried to find an empty compartment, but it wasn't easy, the train was so crowded.

I gave up and opened the compartment door where a pretty, curly haired girl sat. She had chocolate brown hair, warm brown eyes, and perfectly tan skin. I couldn't help feeling a little bit intimidated.

"Hello," the girls said, holding out her hand, "I'm Prim Selwyn."

"Scarlett Collins," I responded rather shyly.

"Your dad's the head of the Auror office, right?"

I nodded.

Right then, two more girls entered: a small, light brown haired girl and a beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. If I had felt intimidated before, it was nothing compared to now.

"I'm Hannah Nott," smiled the brown haired girl, revealing even, white teeth.

"Alanna," whispered the beautiful girl in a barely audible voice.

Alanna's pale cheeks turned pink. "Rookwood."

I couldn't help letting out a gasp. Augustus Rookwood had nearly killed my father, but after a vicious fight, Rookwood had fallen and was put into Askaban.

Alanna buried her face in her hands. "I'm not proud of my family, I'm ashamed of that. I hate them so much, especially my father!"

I awkwardly stroked her back. "It's okay, just because your parents were evil doesn't mean that you have to be."

Alanna sniffed. Her eyes were red. "Thank you," she mumured, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I cry."

We cheered her up by buying lots of candy from the cart and talking about random things that came onto our minds.

Later on, 5 boys came into our compartment, making it even more crowded than it already was.

A handsome boy with a pale, pointed face sat down next to me. I felt a swooping sensation in my stomach when his arm brushed mine. "Hello," he said, "I'm Draco Malfoy, and you are?"

"Scarlett Collins," I replied. I couldn't help feeling nervous under Draco's steel gray gaze.

"Pure-blood?"

"Half-blood." My mom was a half-blood while my dad was pure.

He snorted. "Better than being a Mudblood, I suppose. What house do you want to be in?"

I shrugged. My mom and sister were Slytherins and my dad a Ravenclaw. "Slytherin, probably."

Draco looked satisfied. "Good."

For the rest of the train ride, we talked about Hogwarts.

"Potions is going to be easy," Draco scoffed, "My father knows the teacher, Snape, and all I have to do is suck up to him a bit, and I'll pass. No hard work needed."

I frowned. "I doubt that will happen."

"Of course it will, everyone respects my father," Draco said.

~.~.~.

"Collins, Scarlett!" called Professor McGonagall. I gulped, here we go.

She placed the Sorting Hat on my head. "Ah, another Collins," it said, "You've got much talent, very clever, and ambitious and brave, as well. You will do almost anything to reach your goal and save your friends."

"Ugh, not Gryffindor," I thought.

"Not Gryffindor, eh? Well then, I'd best put you in... SLYTHERIN!"

Immensely relieved, I sat down at the Slytherin table.

I watched as Draco got sorted into Slytherin. The hat had barely even touched his head! He smirked arrogantly and sat down next to me. I felt that sensation again.

Alanna, Prim, and Hannah and three other girls also got sorted into Slytherin, as well. I was delighted - and positively starving as well.

Finally, the Sorting ended and Dumbledore stood. He said exactly four words, "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" He's mad.

I looked away from Dumbledore and found myself facing mountains of food. I scooped a large pile of roast potatoes onto my plate and began to eat. It was absolutely heavenly.

I was interrupted from eating my food by a dark haired girl. "Excuse me, are your robes of silk?" she asked me.

"Yes."

"Oh good, I bought four pairs of them and I wasn't sure if we were allowed to have them," she said, "I'm Pansy Parkinson by the way, and yuou're Scarlett Collins, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Say, look at that girl over there with the acne, she's so ugly!"

I couldn't help giggling. "Oh, that's Eloise Midgen. My father knows her parents, she obviously got her looks from them."

The first years were soon insulting, well, basically everyone that wasn't Slytherin. "That Mudblood's hair could fit the Weasley's dump of a house in it," Draco snickered.

Normally, I was nice to people, but here, surrounded by rude and obnoxious Slytherins, I just couldn't help myself. "Look at her teeth, they're the size of a beaver's," I said.

Misty had told me that Slytherins were basically rude to everyone except themselves - she was completely right.

~.~.~.

1 week later

I loved Hogwarts - the classes, the castle, everything. I had became friends with several of the Slytherins: Prim, Pansy, Alanna and Hannah were my closest girl friends but I was on good terms with Stefanie Stone and Millicent Bulstrode, who were also in my year.

Draco and I, however, were positively inseperatable. He was insulting, plotting, slightly churlish, and arrogant. I was nicer, smarter, I paid attention in class and actually did my homework. Then I helped Draco do his.

Draco had other friends beside me: Crabbe, Goyle (who were more of his servants), Theodore Nott (twin brother of Hannah) and Blaise Zabini. We were the leaders of our little gang.

The thing that we were all looking foward to were flying lessons, which we would have with the Gryffindors this afternoon. Draco said that it was a wonderful time to get Harry Potter and his ugly red friend in trouble. I didn't respond.

We were extremely impatient during Transfiguration, the class we had before, and when it finally ended, we raced out of the classroom and to the Quidditch Pitch.

Draco and I raced to the pitch. We were neck and neck. Until he pushed me into a pile of mud and I shoved him into a tree. We arrived dirty and slightly bruised. Madam Hooch glared at us.

"You should shoot a jinx at the Mudblood," Draco hissed from the side of his mouth.

"Why?"

"Because she's a Mudblood."

"I know she is one, but I don't see why. She's never done anything to us."

"She's alive."

I rolled my eyes.

"Please?" Draco looked at me and made puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." I pulled out my way and muttered, "Locomotor Mortis."

Unfortunately, I missed and Madam Hooch saw me. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I responded cheekily. The Slytherins snickered, and even some of the Gryffindors.

"Detention eight o'clock, tonight. And if I hear another word from you, it'll be 20 points from Slytherin."

I stuck my tongue out at her when she wasn't looking.

~.~.~.

1 month later

I was sitting at my usual table with Draco and Prim while Snape was handing out our homework. As usual, I had received 100 points out of 100. Draco got 110 out of 100.

When Snape had finished, he walked to the front of the classroom and said in his usual sneering voice, "Those of you that have received less than 60% will be assigned a tutor. Longbottom with Miss Nott, Weasley with Miss Parkinson, Crabbe by Granger, Goyle by Zabini, Brown with Miss Selwyn and Potter with Miss Collins. If there is no improvement shown, then both the tutor and student will fail this class."

I sighed, at least I didn't have to be paired with Crabbe or Goyle - that would be just hopeless.

~.~.~.

"What are you doing?" Draco demanded as I gathered my Potions textbook, parchment and quills.

"I'm going to the library," I replied and began walking towards the door.

"Why?"

"To tutor Harry."

Draco's gray eyes turned angry. "You're going to meet Potter, the hero, the Boy-Who Lived? Of course you would, are us Slytherins not good enough for you? Are you going to switch do Gryffindor now so you can be with your new boyfriend?" he sneered.

I glared coldly at him. "No, actually, I'm going to go and help him with his homework so I don't fail Potions class. Goodbye, Malfoy." And with that, I stormed out of the common room.

I didn't get it. One minute Draco and I were getting along just fine, and then the next we were mad at each other or arguing over something stupid. And, what was up with his possesiveness? He knew I had to go and tutor Harry, otherwise I would fail Potions, and he knew how important classes were for me. Did he have to be so controlling? Maybe it's just his nature, he does act like the world revolves around him. Well, I will show him that it doesn't.

"Hi Harry," I said in a rather dry tone. I was still mad at Draco.

Harry just nodded.

I frowned. "Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm bad, you know. There are actually nice Slytherins."

He snorted. "You're friends with Malfoy, no one nice is friends with him." Okay, well, maybe... I was nice (to most people, most of the time anyways)

"We're not all bad," I insisted, "It's just sometimes, older Slytherins rub off on us and that's why we're that way. Peer pressure."

I saw a hint of a smile on his face. Okay, we were getting there.

~.~.~

End of the School Year

I was at the end of the year feast, celebrating Slytherin's victory of the House Cup for the seventh year running.

Shockingly, I became friends with Harry Potter (good friends, actually), and for Harry's sake, I was actually decent (sort of) to Weasley and Granger (to their face, most of the time, anyways)

"We won the cup!" Draco banged his goblet on the table, "And we beat the Gryffindorks!" I had also resolved my fight with Draco. Turns out, Draco was just having this tiny jealously issue. He never admitted it, but I could tell. Besides, his apology was absolutely delicious - a giant box of chocolate frogs.

I rolled my eyes. "You mean the Gryffindors?"

"No."

The Great Hall became quiet as Dumbledore stood. "Yes, yes, well done Slytherin," he said, "However, recent events ust be taken into account."

Huh? My smile faded a little.

"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 game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years. I award the Gryffindor house 50 points."

At least we're still in the lead, I thought, as the Gryffindors cheered.

"Second, to Miss Hermoine Granger for the use of cool logic in the face of fire. I award Gryffindor House 50 points. Third, to Mr. Harry Potter," the room got deadly silent, "for pure nerve and outstanding courage. I award Gryffindor House 60 points." Draco and I looked at each other, disgust etched on our faces. We were TIED with Gryffindor. And to our horror, Dumbledore continued to speak. "There are all kinds of courage, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. Therefore, I award 10 points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

The Gryffindor table exploded with cheers, the Slytherin table exploded with anger. I could not belive, we had been beaten by Gryffindor. I vowed to beat them next year.

~.~.~.

"Collins, or Scarlett, whatever,"

I am going to be at Diagon Alley on the 20th, so you'd better be there."

Draco

And that's it! I hoped you love it :) Please review, it would mean a lot!