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My Knight, My Salvation by Pale Rose

Format: Short story
Chapters: 7
Word Count: 10,575
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/05/2009
Last Chapter: 12/07/2009
Last Updated: 12/07/2009

Summary:
My name was Hermione Jane Granger and I now go by Mya Rose Snape, yes you heard me, Severus Snape is my birth father. And right now there are two confusing things going on in my life.
First, Ron is acting different, he's hurting me.
Second, Draco Malfoy has taken a liking to being my protector. And what's up with his eyes?

Story is in Hermione's/Mya's Point Of View.
The way the Vampires are comes from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight!


Chapter 1: Mya Rose Snape
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It was the same in every story. Girl falls in love with boy, boy falls in love with girl, yet by some stupid force they can't be together. 

And all of those stories have something else in common. They have their climax for a couple of chapters, in movies a couple of minutes. 

It's no like that for me, I've been in my climax for years, 6 years really, ever since I met Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley on the Hogwarts Express. 

So here I am now, the summer before seventh year, sitting in front of my parents who are both crying and not telling me a thing. All I know is that this will be a life changing moment. 

And that's just great, a rising action in the climax of my life, another one. 

"Hermione dear, you know that we will always love you no matter what. And.....and-John I can't do this." My mom was crying, no crying was putting it lightly, my mom was hysterical. 

My brain was working in overdrive, mom and dad crying, them telling me that they will always love me and that all added to one thing..... 

"Hermione, we're not your real birth parents." My "father" cut off my thought. 

I, Hermione Jane Granger was in fact not Hermione Jane Granger. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and break things. 

"Not my real parents? Why-why didn't you tell me? Who are my real parents? What's my real name?" My voice broke in every question, even though a part of me expected it, it still hurt all the same. 

"No, we're not your real parents. We couldn't tell you because it has always been dangerous and to tell you the truth you birth father is a bit intimidating. I'm not sure who your mother is, all I was told is your real name." My dad took this all rather calmly, I would've thought he didn't care if it wasn't for the fact that he was crying. 

"What's my real name?" I was whispering, I almost didn't hear the question. 

"Sweetie, your real name is Mya Rose Snape." 

As soon as I heard the name my head snapped up. "Mya Rose Snape. As in Snape? As in Professor Severus SNAPE?" I was all but yelling in their faces. I felt horrible, Snape, out of all the men in the world I just had to be related to the one who enjoys watching kids squirm? 

Both my parents looked at each other and then at me, confusion laced with all the details on their faces. 

"Professor? Sweetie, did you just say Proffessor Severus Snape?" My mother was really confused, probably because I told them near nothing of the wizarding world, I was afraid they wouldn't let me go back because of the war. Severus Snape was in none of the things I shared with them because he was practically Voldemorts right hand man and he definitely was Dumbledore's. 

I took in a deep breathe of air and swallowed. "Yes, yes mom I did. Professor Snape is the Potions master at Hogwarts." And he's a total prick, I added silently. 

"Well then, this makes things all the easier. I thought that we were going to have to do this big introduction, but you knowing him really takes a load off. He's coming over for dinner tonight." My mom looked incredibly happier. This did not take a load off, in fact it added a whole bunch of problems to the load. 

"Do you know what time exaclty mom? I'd like to be ready." Take a deep breath Hermione, in , out, in , out. 

And that's when I couldn't take it anymore, I burst out laughing, I could remeber all the times I talked back to him, insulted him behind his back, and pictured drowning him in his own cauldron. And I did this to the man who was now my father. 

"Umm....in about half an hour, are you okay?" 

I nodded my head and tried to stop laughing. "I'm......fine.....mom, really.....better then fine, I'm.....great..." 

"How about you go get ready?" My dad shook his head and chuckled. 

All I could do was nod again and head up the stairs. I think I've gone insane.

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I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. My hair was down, in loose waves, still bushy as ever. 

I was wearing a deep purple sun dress, that hugged my body and then loosened up around my knees, ending just underneath them. I had on no make-up and silver flip-flops. 

All in all I looked casual yet very dressy. Congratualtions to me. 

I was calm, I looked nice and I think that I am ready to meet my birth father. Everything was going to be fine. I kept telling myself that, almost had myself convinced, and then the doorbell rang. 

He was here. 

"Hermione, dear, can you get the door? My hands are full." My mom called me from the main floor. 

I was definitely not ready for this. "Sure thing mom." 

I hopped down the stairs, taking two at a time. 

Then I saw the door, the small piece of wood that blocked me from the man who was now known as my father. 

Here goes nothing. 

I opened the door and stared at him, not the impression I wanted to make, but I couldn't help myself. Snape was wearing muggle clothes. Jeans and a button up shirt to be exact. 

"Professor." I nodded my head at him, my voice took on its icy tone that it always had when I addressed him. I'd have to work on that. 

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Miss Granger. Am I going to be allowed inside?" 

I scoweled and let him in. This was going to be bad, an utter disaster. 

Thank Merlin my mom walked in and saved me from an akward silence. 

"Severus, nice to see you. Why don't you take a seat and talk with Hermione, I'm sure you to have some catching up to do." 

Thanks a bunch mom, really appreciate it. 

We both sat on opposite couches and stared at each other, falling into an uncomfortable silence. I have no idea how long we were like that before I couldn't take it any more. 

"So, how long have you known?" I titlted my head to the side, waiting for an answer, well really, I was waiting for someone to scream you've been punked and show me the camera. 

"Known that you were actually my daughter?" 

I nodded my head. 

"Since the end of your sixth year. I've had my guesses, but Dumbledore confirmed them about two weeks ago." 

"Who's my mother? And why isn't she with you?" 

"She was a muggle. And the Death Eaters killed her shortly after you were born. I really don't like to talk about it." 

Alright so, I know that Snape has known about me for nearly a month and he the past about my mother hurts him. There was really only one question I had left. 

"Why did you give me up?" My voice broke a little at the end, and tears quickly gathered in my eyes. I held them back, he really didn't need to see me cry. 

"I didn't. At the age of one you began showing signs of magic and that is extremely differrent, most children show their first signs of magic at the age of five and up. But you were different, showing magic so young meant that you were really powerful, full of magic. Voldemort saw you as a threat and ordered you to be killed. Fortunately for me, Lucious was the one he sent, and you were merely taken away and given up for adoption." He was trying to remain unemotional, but I could see the sadness in his eyes as he told the story. 

"Why didn't Lucious kill me?" 

"Lucious is a good man, he only acts under the Dark Lord to save his family. And yes, Dumbledore knows about his predicament. Lucious is almost like a spy for the order, only Dumbledore, myself and know you are aware of that. So please keep it to yourself." 

I nodded and asked one final question. 

"Why don't I look a thing like you?" I had a feeling that it was just a glamour charm, and it would either wear off or he could take it off. And if that was the case, I would rather he take it off. 

"Glamour charm. Would you like me to take it off?" 

"Yes, sir." 

I stood up and walked over to him, taking in his appearence as he looked for his wand. 

He was about 6 feet, give or take a few inches. He was muscular. His hair was shoulder length and still a silky black colour, it wasn't greasy. And it looks like he finally found his wand. 

Snape quickly but lightly tapped the top of my head with his wand and stepped back. 

Everything strated to change, it all grew higher up, which was definitely odd. I noticed my hair grow longer and change colour, it was now black. 

Snape was staring at me, a small smile playing his lips, it seemed so natural to him. 

"Uhm.....Professor, can you conjure a mirror up for me please?" 

He nodded his head and conjured up a full length mirror, I honestly didn't know what to say. 

I saw my own reflection, how I really looked like. I had waist long, wavy, black-as-midnight hair. My skin was paler, the same colour as Professor Snape's. My chest was now between a large C and a small D. My stomache had flattened and I had more curves. None of these changes bothered me, infact I rather enjoyed them all. What did bother me was how I went from an amazing heght of 5'6" to a rather small 5'.
"Professor?" I shook my head, even my voice changed. "Please tell me that the height thing is just a side affect of the Glamour." I had to look up to see his face, this really sucked. 

He chuckled, "I'm afraid not Miss Granger, your mother was pretty short as well. You have her eyes, you know." 

I whipped around to the mirror and looked at my eyes, they weren't the ugly brown anymore, but instead they were an ice blue colour, framed by thick lashes. 

I looked amazing and I had my mothers eyes. 

But I was still only 5 feet tall. 

"Mya, Severus, dinner is ready." My head snapped away from the mirror as my new name had been called. 

My mom walked into the room, her eyes found me and she smiled. "You look a lot like your father Mya." And with that she walked out of the living room, waiting for us to follow her into the kitchen.

A/N Thanks for reading! I know a lot of people don't like the whole Hermione is adopted thing, but it is necessary for the story. Dumbledore is alive, Sirius is alive and Voldemort will still be in the story. It will only get better from here....I promise.
R&R Any type of reviews are welcomed.

-Pale Rose


Chapter 2: Mud Covered Mya and Moving On
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     My mom walked into the room, her eyes found me and she smiled. "You look a lot like your father Mya." And with that she walked out of the living room, waiting for us to follow her into the kitchen.
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     Dinner was probably one of the most embarassing, akward moments of my life. We had all started off eating dinner with a very uncomfortable silence, it was then that my mother had decided to make it less uncomfortable. It was then that dinner had becoming embarassing, well, atleast embarassing for me. You see, my mother had found it fit to tell Professor Snape all about my childhood, figuring that as I was his daughter and he missed me growing up, she'd fill him in with all the embarassing details.

     If I've never mentioned it before, I really appreciate my mothers ability to make an akward situation even worse.

    At the current moment my adoptive parents were laughing extremely hard at memories of me and Snape was looking at me chuckeling.

    "Here's a good one, when Mya (she now insisted on calling me that, as it was my real name) was about 5 or 6, she was going through that whole monster under my bed, boogey-man in my closet stage and she had just finished watching a movie about witches and wizards. Well, you can only imagine with a brain like hers what she was thinking. She told us everyday that the witches and wizards were going to get her and turn her into a toad; it was quite funny.

    One day she decided to try and get the witches and wizards to stop coming after her and she was convinced that the only way to do so was to walk around in nothing, drenched in mud and burn all evidence that there was a magical being around her. Our house was a total mess, mud covered everthing, she set the couch on fire and was throwing random things in it. We have pictures, go get them John." She shooed him away and continued with her story.

    "Now we can see the funny side, but before we had no idea what was going on. We started to yell at Mya and ask her what she was doing and in a matter of seconds the fire was gone and everything she was burning was back where it goes. Mya simply looked at us and said she was trying to get rid of the witches and wizards. But, by trying to get rid of the witches and wizards she showed her first signs of magic. Look Johns back with the pictures."

    As soon as she said the last sentence I jumped out of my seat and ran towards my adoptive father, trying to get the photo album from him. (I mean seriously, Professor Snape didn't need to see me in nothing but mud walking very proudly around the house. Her also didn't need to see the last picture of me starting the fire.) My "father" merely held it over his head and laughed while I tried to jump up and reach it.

    Dang him and his 5 foot 11 height. Dang my new shortness, at 5 feet I didn't stand a chance.

    He side stepped me and passed the album to Professor Snape, who opened it and laughed at the pictures. I blushed and sat down at me seat in the table. I already know what those pictures contained. Each and everyone was of me naked, covered completely in mud walking around the house screaming, the last one was of me starting fire to the couch.

    Talk about embarassing.

    Professor Snape looked at me and smirked, "Who knew Hogwarts smartest student was such a trouble-making child?"

    I blushed, stupid adults making fun at my exspense.

    My mom sighed and I looked over at her, her laughing personality was gone. "I hate to do this, ruin the evening, but we have to discuss living arrangments. Mya, I want you to stay with your father." She looked over at Snape, he sighed as well.

    "I would like that very much, if you stayed with me. I've missed out on sixteen years of your life, I don't wish to miss out on anymore. The only question is, will you come stay with me?"

    I was expecting it, but it still came as a surprise. I didn't know what I wanted to do. I loved my adopted parents, but I wanted to know my real family, I needed to know my real family. My mom wanted me to go and Professor Snape wanted me to come with him. I guess that made my decision.

    "I'll go with you, whenever it is good with you." I said.

    "Whenever is good with me." He replied.

    "How about you leave tomorrow? You could use the Floo System to get over there." My "father" looked upset, I knew he didn't want me to leave, but he kinda did.

    "Floo is unsafe at the moment, it would be better if I apparated. I can come over here around lunch tomorrow."

    "Lunch would be fine."

     I didn't trust my voice at the moment, my throat had tightened, I didn't like the sound of leaving, I've done it before, but this seemed so final. It was final, I'd be leaving forever, only coming to visit.

    "I have to leave, I'll be back to get you a noon sharp. Goodnight, Mrs. and Mr. Granger, Mya."

    "We'll see you tomorrow."

    Snape nodded his head once and shut the front door. The sound was like a reality bell, I had to leave my parents, only coming to visit, and to top it off I was going to be living with Professor Severus Snape, one of the most hated teachers in Hogwarts.

    What the heck happened to my life?

    "You should get some rest Mya, I love you." Mom's voice was soft, she was going to be hurting when I left as well.

    "I-I love you to, goodnight."

    My dad kissed the top of my head and gave me a hug. "I love you Mya, goodnight."

     I rushed up the stairs, not letting either of them see the tears freely falling from my face. In the back of my mind I knew I should've started to pack, but at that moment all I was going to do is cry.

    I was leaving my parents, moving on with my life, and they weren't going to be there for most of it.

A/N: Hey, another chapter done. I'm sorry if it's not as good. We are kind of getting somewhere in the story and I'm hoping to get it moving. Once Mya gets to Hogwarts things will be moving along. I'll update as soon as I can (school and work are getting in my way) R&R

-Pale Rose


Chapter 3: Going Home and Meeting Old Enimies
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I rushed up the stairs, not letting either of them see the tears freely falling from my face. In the back of my mind I knew I should've started to pack, but at that moment all I was going to do is cry.

I was leaving my parents, moving on with my life, and they weren't going to be there for most of it.
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I heard the knocking on the door, my parents greeting whoever came inside. The voice sounded like Snape's . . . shit.

It was Snape's, he was here to pick me up and bring me to his house and I had nothing packed, I was still in my pajamas.

Shit.

"Mya, Severus is here to pick you up." My mom's voice floated up the stairs.

"Um....Yeah I heard him. I'll be right down mom, hang on a jiffy."

I ran around the room, looking for soomething that would fit my new height, nothing worked.

"Oh Merlin's left sock, why can't I be seventeen?" Great, yeah that's just perfect, now I'm talking to myself.

I walked down the stairs slowly, wanting to prolong the moment of embarassment I was about to feel.

"Umm....Professor Snape, I'm not yet 17 and because of my new height my clothes don't exactly fit. So, would you be able to help me with that?"

He looked up at me and chuckeled, "Of course, lead the way."

I walked up the stairs and to my room, with him behind me. Sighing I opened the door.

"Dear Lord, you haven't even packed yet?" His voice sounded astonished. Jeez, did he expect me to be ahead of everything?

"No, but since you're up here, would you be able to help with that as well?"

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "I'll help, find the clothes you're going to wear for today and make sure they're decent, you have to meet your new siblings."

I dropped my clothes and stared at him.

"I have siblings?"

"Well, not technically. You're an only child, but I adopted a couple years back."

My heart was pounding, I was going to live with other kids, I felt happy, so incredibly happy. I now had someone to fight with, laugh with, even if they were adopted, they were going to be my family.

I picked my clothes off the floor and put them on the bed.

"Names?" I whispered, "What are their names?"

"You've met them before, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson."

And there goes my happiness, I had people to fight with, the only laughs would be from torturing each other.

"Why did you adopt them? They have families." I was irritated, and my voice showed that.

He raised his eyebrow. "Blaise's parents were both murdered and Pansy's are in Azkaban. As to why I adopted them, they wanted to live with me."

He left the room with a suitcase, which I was guessing was mine.

I shook my head and put on my clothes. Hoping that a dark red halter top and jeans was decent enough.

The walk down the stairs was long, this was it, I was leaving.

I took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

All three heads turned towards me, my mom was crying, my dad looked like he was trying not to.

I walked up to them and hugged them tightly. "I'm going to miss you guys so much. I promise to write and I'll visit. I love you."

"I love you to, Mya. Goodbye." My dad let go of me and watched my mom and I.

I sniffeled and hugged her even tighter.

"I'm going to miss you so much Mya. I love you, don't ever forget that."

"I love you to mom."

I let her go slowly, tears falling out of my eyes.

"Goodbye."

I walked over to Snape and waved at my adoptive parents.

"You're going to have to grab my arm. And if you've never done this before, the sensation is quite nausiating."

I just nodded my head, checked my back pocket to see if my wand was still there, and then grabbed his arm.

He wasn't lying when he said that it was nausiating, I felt like I was being pushed through a tube that was to small and then stumbled when we stopped in front of a manor.

"Welcome to Snape Manor." I looked up to see him smiling down at me slightly.

The manor was huge and absolutely stunning. The main part of the manor was a light blue, the roof had brown tiles and the window shutters were white. It almost reminded me of barbie's dream house.

I noticed Snape walk forward and I followed him. On the side of the walk way were flowers and trees. Nothing was over done, there wasn't too many of one thing, everything was perfect.

While I was watching the perfect plants I hadn't noticed that we reached the door. He opened it and then closed it behind me.

The inside of the house was beautiful and the best part was that it looked lived in, not like a show house.

"BLAISE, PANSY, COME TO THE FRONT ROOM."

I looked at Snape and shook my head. He just smiled and shook his.

I had to get away, I didn't want to see them until school started. I took a step forward, watching Snape, waiting for him to pull his wand to try and stop me. No such thing happened. I took another step, only to find myself being pulled back by the hand into Snape, who then wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

He wouldn't let me go, not until I formally met Pansy and Blaise. Dang him!

"Hey Uncle Sev, you call - whoa." Blaise trailed off and looked at me, more liked stared.

Pansy smiled. Not the reaction I was expecting from her.

"Blaise, Pansy, this is my daughter, Mya." Snape took his arm off my shoulder and walked out of the room.

"Hi." I was uncomfortable, Blaise was still staring at me.

Pansy hit him and then turned her attention to me.

"Hi Mya, I'm Pansy, as you've probably guessed, and this here is Blaise - "

"Granger? Hermione effing Granger?" He cut her off and Pansy stared at me.

This really was uncomfortable.

"Merlin, Uncle Sev could've said something." Pansy said, still staring at me.

I snorted, "He also could've stayed in the damn room."

And with that being said Pansy burst out laughing and Blaise fainted.

A/N: Hey, I'm so so so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I know that Hermione seems really OOC, but who can expect her to be all good all the time. The story is moving along now and I PROMISE to update faster. Thank you to all who review and read. 
 
-Pale Rose 

P.S. R&R :P


Chapter 4: Whoever said that playing games will get you no where?
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The first three days were possibly the most awkward days of my life. It turns out that the Snape "family" eats dinner together every night, and then (to make matters worse) on Friday nights they have a "family night", consisting of games and movies. Unfortunately, today was friday and my hiding in my room would have to end.

I felt like the clock was litterly going as fast as it could just to spite me, I swear that only 10 minutes ago it was 4:00pm. The stupid thing now read 5:58pm. Dinner was at 6.

Stupid idiotic clock, why couldn't it slow down when something we hated was about to happen. Or atleast slow down enough for me to find away out of an awkward night full of silence.

5:59pm

One more minute and I'll be called downstairs by my knew "father" or as I like to call him Severus.

6:00pm.

"MYA!! Time for dinner!"

Merlin, when he said 6 he meant 6. Here goes nothing.

"Coming!" I yelled back and made my way down the stairs as slowly as possible, again, the stupid thing called time had other plans and before I knew it, I was downstairs tucked into the table staring at a plate of spaghetti.

"Two more days and you guys will be headed of to Hogwarts, boy has time ever flown by." Severus made an attempt at small talk and I snorted, time sure has flown by.

"Mya, your what? Sixteen, right?"

"Umm... Yeah, Pansy. My birthday is in September. On the fourth to be exact."

"Another September birthday! Sheesh all my money will be gone within the first week of September."

I looked towards Blaise with a questioning glance. "Who else has a birthday in September?"

"Well, Uncle Sevs is on the 2nd and Pansy's is on the 6th."

"I'm 2 days older than Pansy?"

She snorted, "Technically speaking, you are."

I looked around the table. Blaise looked at Pansy weirdly, Pansy looked alarmed, as if she let something slip by accident and Severus was giving Pansy a warning look. I could tell that they were hiding something. I now had a mystery to solve.

"Technically?"

Severus cut in, before Pansy could answer, "Sorry there Mya, Pansy has always been a tid bit sarcastic."

Apparently this secret was supposed to remain a secret to me. They should know that I'm naturally a curious person and almost always find something out when I need to.

"Well, I'm stuffed. How about some games?"

Pansy sighed, "Sure Blaise, let's play some games."

"You know, I'm actually pretty tired. Mya, Pansy, Blaise, you guys have fun. I'm going to head to bed."

"Night Uncle Sev." Pansy and Blaise said in unison.

"Night Severus."

He walked up the stairs, the door swinging slightly behind him. Silence engulfed the room and then..

"YES! He's finally going to let us have gamenight with just kids! I've been waiting for this for years." I jumped, officially scared, as Blaise did some sort of happy dance around the kitchen.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Come on, Blaise. Stop dancing and give us some game suggestions."

He looked toward her with a mischievious glance in his eyes. And the next three wods he said almost killed me.

"Truth. Or. Dare."

I faked a yawn. "Sorry guys, I'm going to have to skip on this one. Maybe next time."

Truth or dare was something I was definitely not playing. I turned around, heading for the door when I felt something pulling me back.

Blaise had grabbed my shoulder (coming out of nowhere I might add) and halled me back to the kitchen table. Where he then sat beside me to make sure I didn't run off.

Not that I was stupid enough to try it, he was about a foot taller then me.

Pansy scoffed and sat across from us, forming a triangle.

I sighed, "Fine then, your game Blaise. You start."

"Pansy, Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

He grinned, "Have you ever pole danced?"

Pansy blushed and glared at him. Another intresting fact for me to investigate. "Yes."

He smiled. "Your turn Pansy."

"Mya, truth or dare?"

I decided to play it safe. I mean I'm new here so they won't be asking many personal questions and I really don't want Severus to think I've gone crazy with the dares I have no doubt they'd give me. "Truth."

"Have you ever had a tattoo?"

I froze. No one. And I mean no one was to know. My adoptive parents never even found out. "Yes."

They both stopped and looked at me. I was once the infamous Hermione Granger, I guess I could understand how they could be surprised. But in my defense, the tattoo is awsome.

"C-Can we see it?" I sighed. Of course they'd want to see it.

I moved my hair and concentrated on my left shoulder, willing the skin to let the tattoo show. I knew I was successful when I heard to gasps.

"It's beautiful."

"You're a metamorphisis?"

I looked at Blaise weirdly. "No. Once you get a tattoo in the wizarding world they give you three charms. One to change the colour of the tattoo. One to hide the tattoo, in case of a formal event or in my case parents. And one to make the tattoo move or stay still."

Pansy looked at me a smiled. "Whats it look like when its moving? Show me!"

I sighed and concentrated again, soon I heard a squeal of delight and I allowed myself to smile.

When moving the tattoo was amazing. The way the wings of fire on the butterfly would move, back and forth like real flame. Then the way the couple in the middle would continue to embrace and kiss, made it seem surreal. I loved it and by the sounds of it Pansy did to.

I moved my hair back in place and gave a small smile. "I believe that its my turn. Blaise Truth. Or. Dare.?"

A/N: I am SO SO SO SO Sorry for the long delay. But my internet crashed and I couldn't update. I know that the story is moving slowly but everything is happening for a reason and it's important to pay attention to details. By the way, if anyone has any reccomendations for my writing please tell me! 
P.S. Any thoughts on what Blaise will choose, and if so what will happen?

Constructive Critisism welcome!
 - Pale Rose


Chapter 5: Whoever said that playing games will get you know where? Continuation.
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I moved my hair back in place and gave a small smile. "I believe that its my turn. Blaise Truth. Or. Dare.?"
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I could see Blaise swallow, and inwardly I smirked. I have to admit I'm pretty shocked that he'd be afraid of me and whatever dare I could give him. But on the other hand, I understood, I was once the HERMIONE GRANGER. Pretty dang creative, if I do say so myself.

"Dare."

I stared him straight in the eye and grinned. " I dare you to sneak into Snape's bedroom and steal all of his possessions in his nightside table."

Pansy started laughing, and I mean hysterically laughing. Blaise stared at me in shock.

"B-but, y-y-ou. M--me. Uncle--S-ev. No.. No.. no no no no. I won't do it. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!"

"You said dare, sweetie. You have to do it!" Pansy burst into another round of laughter.

"FINE! I'll do it!" He sent a glare towards me and raced out of the room. Pansy's laughter slowed into giggles and eventually ceased. We sat in silence for minutes, some part of me wondered what was taking Blaise so long, surely Severus didn't have that much stuff in his beside table.

Then something else clicked, Pansy called Blaise sweetie, what was that about?

"Pansy? Can I ask you a personal question?"

She looked towards me slowly and nodded her head.

"Are you and Blaise... umm.. Are you and Blaise an item?"

Pansy smiled, "We're people, Mya, I think that we are a little bit above the term item."

Something was definitely up, they were for sure hiding things from me, avoiding my questions and coming up with excuses to my questions. I'll remember to look into that later.

"I meant are you an item as in dating, as in a couple?"

"Oh.. umm..why would you ask that?"

I looked at her blankly. "You called him sweetie, you're always sitting beside him and I'm positive that you are either in physical contact with each other at all times or stealing glances at each other. All signs point to dating or something more."

Pansy stared at me, her mouth slightly open. The strange thing was that she wasn't moving, period. She wasn't breathing, shifting her weight, blinking. Nothing. There wasn't any sign that she was even alive. I slowly stood up from my spot, and walked towards her, her eyes stayed focused on the vaccant spot I just came from, not moving or even registering my movements. Slowly I moved my hand towards her throat, trying to see if she had a pulse. Trying being the keyword. As soon as my hand started towards her throat her hand was wrapped around my wrist.

I froze at the contact, her hand was cold, extremely cold. I didn't even see her move, heck I don't think anything could've seen her move, not even a camera meant to catch high-speed movements. I went to pull my hand from her grasp. I expected her to be stronger then me, I mean she was about 5 foot 9 inches, tall for a woman, meanwhile I was 5 feet tall give or take a few inches. But I should've been able to get out of her hold with a few tugs, heck I should've been able to even move her arm with all the tugging I was doing. It seemed like pulling out of her grasp was like ripping open cement with my bare hands and then eating it.

Impossible.

I stared at her in alarm and her eyes were panicked as they bore into mine. Whatever they were hiding she just gave me a crucial piece of evidence. I was trying to take in everything, her cold hand, the complete stillness, not letting me look for her pulse. She was practically dead. Her extremely fast movements and her golden eyes. I swear that her eyes were moving, not in the obvious sense, but as in the colour. It seemed as though the gold was swirling around her eyes and hardening, the parts that hardened were slowly turning black. I never ever ever, saw anything like that in my life, not even magical contacts could do that; the change was happening becase of her emotions, that much was obvious. There were no items that did that in the muggle or magical world.

What in Merlins name were they hiding from me?

"You guys, I did - PANSY?"(A/N: HeHe) He screamed. His eyes darted back and forth between the two of us. His golden eyes, I noted.

As soon as he spoke Pansy dropped my arm and appeared beside him instantly. Her lips moving at an extremely fast pace, she looked as though she was just breathing, heavily, but I could spot the slight movements that signified she was actually talking, too fast and too quite for me to hear.

Blasie was staring at me the entire time, listening to whatever Pansy was telling him intently. I saw him nod slowly and then turn back to Pansy, talking just as fast and quite. Then they both turned towards me and smiled.

"Mya, I finished what you asked me to do." He grinned looking proud of his accomplishment. I stared at him, what the heck his he talking about? He finished what I asked him to do? Oh, right, the dare.

"Prove it."

He took a pile of things out of his pocket and brought them back to their regular size.

In the pile I saw Severus's wand case, a pair of socks, some school papers and a book titled Potions Ingriedents and Their Properties. All in all a regular nightstand. Just out of curiousity I grabbed his wand case and tried to open it. Heck, he must have a ton of spells and locking charms on this things. Did that mean that his wand was with him or he had something secret in here?

Blaise looked from the wand case towards me and then grinned. I gulped, whatever he crazy idea he had was going to be harmful towards me.

"Mya truth of dare?"

I didn't want to seem like a chicken, or like I couldn't take what I could give. "Dare."

"I dare you to open Uncle Sev's wand case and put the shocking spell on whatever you find in it, the strongest shocking spell you know."

"I-I you? Your serious?"

He nodded and smirked, Pansy once again was laughing hysterically.

I sighed. Grabbing my wand I set the wand case on the table and began the impossible case of opening his case.

"Alohormora." Nothing happened. "You do realize that opening this case will be almost impossible, because Severus Snape is the one who puts lord knows what on it to keep it locked."

"You were Hermione Granger once, right?" I nodded. "The smartest witch of our age, just because your name changed doesn't mean that you've become stupid."

I glared at him and then thought through the list of spells he may have put on it. Ahah! I know what to do. The ultimate unlocking spell in the history of unlocking spells.

"Dekcolnu"

Much to my amazement the wandcase popped open with a groan. I grabbed the top and opened it all the way. Inside lay his wand perfectly straight and newly polished.

"There. Dare finished and I barely broke a sweat."

Blaise chuckeled "Dare not finished, you're supposed to put the strongest shocking spell you know on the item inside the wandcase. Remember?"

"You're seriously going to make me put a shocking spell on Severus's wand?"

"Dares a dare. Mya." Pansy giggled.

"Fine."

I made a circular motion with my wand and then jabbed Severus's wand.

"Done, everytime anyone touches it, it will shock them until they drop it. I'm the only one who can undo the spell. Happy?"

"How do I know you're just not lying? You didn't say anything out loud."

"Blaise, it's called Non-verbal spell, and for your proof why don't you pick it up?" I challenged him, seeing him picking up this wand would be hilarious.

Stupidly, he accepted my challenge and picked up the wand.

Pansy and I both burst out laughing as the muscles in his arm spasmed and his hand twitched a couple seconds after dropping the wand. His face was hilarious. I quickly flashed a picture with my wand and showed it to Pansy. That set us both off again. Merlin his eyes were open as much as wide as they could be, his mouth open in shock. HAHA shock. I can't believe he wast moronic enough to pick up the wand. He called me the smartest witch of our age.

"So- so Blaise, did the spell work?" Pansy burst into another round of laughter and I had tears running down my face.

"I- I think that its safe to say it does. Uncle Sev, will surely be shocked when he touches that." And his lame teacher joke put us all into another bout of laughter.

"Holy flying refrigerators, it's already 2 am. I don't know about you guys but I'm heading off to bed." I yawned and stretched my arms over my head.

Pansy grinned, "You probably should, we have to pack for Hogwarts tomorrow and Draco is going to catch the train with us, meaning he's spending the night."

"WHAT? Malfoy is going to spend the night here?"

"Umm.. Yeah, Mya, Draco is our best friend. He spends the last day of summer with us every year, it's like tradition."

"Oh."

Pansy looked at me a smiled, I noticed her eyes slowly turn a deep blue. "You're tired Mya, you should go to sleep."

It was weird, one second I was borderline sleepy and the next I was full on tired, I could fall asleep right here and now. I rubbed my eyes and slowly started to walk out of the door. "Night guys."

"Night Mya." They called in unison.

I don't think I made it to the stairs, the next thing I knew I was falling asleep, sheesh I must've been really tired.

My eyes closed invountarily and my body succumed to sleep. The last thing I heard was Blaise's voice as a pair of arms lifted me off the ground. "Pansy, did you have to put her to sleep? You could have at least just convinced her she was tired. Honestly, why don't you just parade around her naked and sing at the top of you lungs - Mya I'm a -"

Pansy cut him off, "Shut up Blaise, she's still awake."

Why did she have to do that? What were they hidding from me? The arms that were carrying me gently put me down on a bed and left. Blaise's words rung through my head just before sleep shut down my concious thoughts.

Mya I'm a - A what?

A/N : I AM SO SO SO SORRY, work has been keeping me busy and I've been busy all summer. Next month (August) I'm heading out for like 2 weeks and then I'm moving away from my house to a new high school. So updates won't be coming faster. I'll try though!
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Chapter 6: Dreams and Draco.
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Why did she have to do that? What were they hidding from me? The arms that were carrying me gently put me down on a bed and left. Blaise's words rung through my head just before sleep shut down my concious thoughts.




            Mya I'm a -    A what?



Walking slowly down the hall, I suddenly was reminded of Hogwarts. The torches were the same; they would start as soon as I reached them and end when I walked away.






            I looked behind me, it was pitch black.






            Pure darkness.






            “Hermione! Hermione, where are you?!?”






            “Harry! Ron!” I screamed.






            Their voices were coming from behind me, from inside the darkness. My heart started to beat harshly.






            Why were they in the dark?






            Mustering up all my courage I ran down the dark hallway. “Harry! Ronald!”






            As I ran on I noticed that the torches weren’t coming on. Weird. I continued on though, running blindly in the hallway. Running until I saw the silhouettes of two young men.






            “Harry! Ron! I have so much to tell you!” They stared at me, never blinking. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?”






            They both looked disgusted. Was it because of me?






            After what felt like hours of silence, Ron opened his mouth. “You’re wrong. Snape.”






            “What? Ron I was about to tell you. I swear! And my name is Mya.” I was extremely confused. How did they find out I was a Snape? And why was he acting this way now, when before he sounded worried because he couldn’t find me.






            “Nobody cares about what your name is. You’re just as disgusting as your father. All you are is a cowardly Snape masquerading as a lion.”






            I just stared at him. How could he say that?






            “We’re best friends. Why are you saying that?” I whispered.






            Harry looked at me, and then slowly he smiled.






            I smiled in relief. I knew he would see my side. Harry was always the more sensible of the two anyways. And besides, Ronald was just over-reacting. Like he always did.






            “She’s right Ron. We WERE her best friends. Perhaps we should show her what TRUE Gryffindors do to lying serpents.”






            I gaped at him. I wasn’t a liar. I certainly wasn’t a Slytherin. “I’m not lying! I didn’t know I was a Snape until four days ago!”






            Ron raised his hand and slapped me. “Shut up! You filthy whore. You don’t even deserve to walk on the same planet as us. Let’s show teach her an important lesson mate! Ready to take notes Snape?”






            Harry chuckled.






            Tears were falling freely from my eyes. We are best friends! “I’m still me! I’m still Hermione Jane Granger. I just have a different name!”






            “What did I tell you about talking?” Ron screamed. His fist hitting the other side of my face.






            He took another swing at me, but this time I was ready. Using my new height to my advantage, I made myself smaller. He fist swung in the empty air above me and hit the wall.






            “You little mudblood. You’ll pay for that one.”






            Harry grabbed me from behind. His arms trying to pin down mine. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. He held me still easily and laughed when I started to cry harder.






            “Look Ron,” Harry’s tone was mocking. “The little baby Snape is crying. What’s wrong Snape? Did Ron hit you too hard?”






            “Let me go Harry. Please! Let me go!”






            “Your wish is my command!” He dropped me.






            I fell to the floor with a bang. My head hitting the cement floor. The bones in my arms breaking from the impact. I was sure I had a concussion by now. But that didn’t matter to me. I had to get away. I had to tell someone that Harry and Ron might be possessed. They wouldn’t do this to me. We are best friends!






            I stood up on shaking legs. Crying as Harry laughed, while Ron mimicked my falling and pleas. With all my might I ran.






            “Imperious” Ron’s wand was in his hand, faster than I could take my third step.






            I froze when hearing the spell. How could Ron cast an unfogiveable on me? Especially the imperious curse.



           "Come here."


            My breathing came in small quick gasps. I was crying hysterically, and even though I was dead set against it, I moved forward. The I stopped, a sudden thought occuring to me. He didn't say when. I froze once more, refusing to move.




           Come here NOW!




           Ron and Harry grinned as I began to move towards them. Unwilling, and fearful.

 





“Mya! Mya calm down!”






            I screamed. Tears coursing down my face. Instantly I tried to attack him. My hands never made it. They were stopped, another pair of large colder hand wrapped around them, ceasing all movements my hands and arms were making.






            “Open your eyes Mya. You’re safe.” The voice was soft, and full of love.






            Uncertain I opened my eyes slowly. The face of Severus Snape was revealed to me.






            “It was only a nightmare” He said.






            I looked up at him. It was only a nightmare? But it felt so real! The tears were still there. Why wouldn’t they stop?






            Severus gave a soft sigh, a pulled me towards himself. And then he just held me. He let me cry out all of my tears, all of my fears. I held him back, clutching on the safety that was suddenly in his arms.






            After minutes of nothing but crying and soft spoken words of reassurance, I pulled back. Completely mortified and embarrassed, but now feeling safe and surprisingly loved.






            Honestly if someone came to me a month ago and told me I was going to feel safe and loved in the arms of Professor Snape I would have had them committed. Yet, it was happening.






            “I – I am so so so so so sorry! I just had this nightmare! And I don’t know what came over me. I’m –“






            “If you say you’re sorry, you’ll find yourself regretting it.” He smiled at me. “Why don’t you get dressed and come downstairs. Draco is here and I’m sure everyone wants to know if you’re alright after hearing all that screaming.”






            I blushed. Of course that’s why he was trying to wake me up. I always talked in my sleep, screamed and cried in my nightmares. “Alright” I whispered. A small smile lighting my face. I just had my first father-daughter experience with my real father. Granted it was over a nightmare and I was crying throughout the whole thing. But still, it counted for something right?






            With one last smile and a light squeeze to my arm, he was gone. And I meant gone, like one minute he was here so on so forth.






            What the heck? Can he appaperate here? I’d think he’d have wards up and such. Or did he just move really fast? Like Blaise and Pansy did last night?






            UGH! Too much thinking! I need to get dressed. Get calm. And be prepared to meet Draco… again.






           






            An hour had passed by the time I was finally ready to go downstairs. I had a on a simple casual outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt. Can’t go wrong with it infact.






            The journey down the stairs much like last night went way too fast. I,  unfortunately didn’t get lost, so before I knew what was going on I was in the kitchen doorway gaping at the cute blonde in the chair by front of the oven.






            He had loose platinum blonde hair. Muscles over every single inch of his body visible. I could practically see the sleeves of his black t-shirt stretching so they could fit over his biceps. This man was gorgeous!           






            Severus chuckled, “Mya, I believe you already know Draco Malfoy.”






            Oh no! There was no way in fairy tales that that cutie was Malfoy. Or that I had been staring at him like an owl for the last 34 seconds.






            Again. The fates decided to screw me over and it was in fact Malfoy.






            “Pleasure to meet you Mya.” He held out his hand, much like the perfect gentlemen. Even his voice was amazing! When did this happen?






            “We’ve met before Draco.” I shook his hand. Giving it a firm squeeze, although it felt like I was strangling a rock. He was also extremely cold.






            He gave me a questioning glance, “We have?”






            I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “Just not in the best of ways. Ferret.”






            His eyes were gold to. The same gold as Pansy, Blaise and Severus. They were all just different shades of the exact same colour.






            How does that even make sense?






            Realization dawned across Malfoy’s face. “Hermione Granger. Well isn’t this a surprise. Thank for the warning guys.” He glared at the trio across the room. The grinned, stupid idiots found this funny.






            “Don’t go pitying yourself just yet, Malfoy. Blaise and Pansy got no warning either.”






            “Why so harsh Granger? You’re wounding me.”






            “I’m not a Granger.”






            “Ahh.. yes. I suppose you aren’t.”






            “That much was only obvious.” I said sarcastically.






            “You hungry?” He asked.






            I stared at him. Where the heck did that come from? “Umm..”  My stomach chose this particularly weird moment to grumble.






            I blushed.






            “I’ll take that as a yes. What would you like for breakfast?”            






            “Breakfast? As in you make me breakfast?”






            “Why else would I be asking?” He rolled his eyes.






            “Umm…. Pancakes?”






            He immediately turned around and got out the supplies for pancakes. I stared at his back.






            Am I still sleeping or is Draco Malfoy, my enemy for 6 years, actually making me pancakes?






            “Psst..Mya.” Blaise lightly elbowed my ribs. I gave him no response.






            “Hey shorty!”






            Now that did get my attention. Shorty? Did he seriously just call me shorty?






            I growled, “Shorty?”






            “It’s your nickname. And you’re going to live with it unless you suddenly grow. Oh, I don’t know let’s say . . . 10 inches?”






            “Jerk! I am not that short!” I lied. I was flipping tiny! I measured last night. 5 feet 1 inch 6 centimeters.






            “The fact that you can’t even stare eye to eye with my shoulder, argues that statement. And as I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted was that you should go sit down. That way your gawking at Malfoy won’t seem as obvious."






            I glared at him. That was it!






            Slowly he put his hands in the air. Trying to look innocent.






            I’m pretty sure it was after Severus told us to behave that I attacked him.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! It's been so long since my last update. Hopefully they will be coming in faster. I was getting used to my new living and school arangements, so know I should be able to do atleast one chapter a month. Thank you to all those who are still with me! 
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Chapter 7: Welcome back to Hogwarts Mya!
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            I have no idea how it happened, but time seemed to fly by and all of a sudden I was at King’s Cross Station, packed and ready to head to Hogwarts.




            I looked around the station, seeing all of the other students saying good-bye to their parents. Watching all the frightened first years stare at the Hogwarts Express in terror. I smiled sadly at the memory of my first time getting on the train, the saying good bye to my parents, hoping that I would fit in. Little did I know then that I would make friends who would have people trying to kill them and eventually have others try to kill me.




            Sheesh, how pleasant my life has turned out.




            “Alright, I’ll see you guys at school. Remember, once you get there I am Professor and not Uncle Sev, or Severus, or whatever else you call me.” Severus looked at all of us.




            We nodded.




            “See you at school then. Have a nice train ride.” He looked over at Blaise and Pansy once more and then nodded. They nodded back. Were they having some type of weird conversation?




            Blaise smiled at me “Come on Mya, let’s go find a carriage.”




            “Sure one sec, just let me grab my luggage . . .” My voice trailed off as I saw Malfoy lift up my bags and his. “What are you doing?”




            He looked at me strangely. “I’m grabbing your things for you and then finding a carriage.”




            “I can carry my own things!”




            He smiled. “Sure you can.” Then he walked off towards the train, both our bags in tow.




            Okay, I knew my bag and his were heavy, so how is he not crumbling under the weight, or not walking slower?




            “Mya? Mya?” Pansy waved a hand in front of my face.




            I jumped. Blaise burst out laughing.




            “Oh, shut up!” I rolled my eyes. Then started towards the train.




            That was when I heard the voice that made me stop dead in my tracks and slowly turn around.




            “Bye Ginny, Ron, Harry! Write me at least once a week. And when you see Hermione tell give her my love!”




            It was the voice of Mrs. Weasley.




            “Hey Gin! Send us a toilet seat – “




            “We never got around to taking one for ourselves!”




            That would be the twins.




            A smile lit my face. It’s been ages since I’ve seen them! Quickly I turned around, ignoring Blaise and Pansy, and ran towards them. Only to be stopped by a cold hand around my wrist. I tugged against it.




            “C’mon Mya, we’re going to miss the train!” Pansy dragged me towards the compartment Malfoy was sitting in; Blaise locked the door behind him.




            “HEY!” I protested. “I want to go see my friends.”




            “Mya,” Pansy said, “You can’t just walk up to them and start talking like you’ve known them for years. They won’t recognize you. You have to think about what you’re going to tell them anyways.”




            I scowled, but remained sitting.




            The ride was pretty silent after that.




           




            The sorting hat sang yet another depressing song about all of us dying if we didn’t co-operate. Stupid hat must have never seen Gryffindor and Slytherin together.




            I was currently sitting by myself at the Gryffindor table, due to the fact that no one knew who I was. McGonagall said something about Dumbledore telling the school who I was. Until then I was left to my own devices.




            The sorting went by tortuously slow and I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard Ron complain about being hungry. He would never change.




            Finally, Dumbledore began to introduce me . . . again.




            “Welcome to another year at Hogwarts, to all new and old faces! I would like to start off by telling you all of a change in one of our fellow students. You see, there was once a child who was taken from her parents and then put up for adoption. This summer this child has gotten to know her real name, her real family, and her new look. I would like you to all meet Mya Rose Snape, daughter of Professor Snape.”




            I saw all eyes turn towards the Slytherin table, waiting for the daughter of Snape to rise. I’m pretty sure I gave the whole school a heart attack when I rose from the Gryffindor table. I blushed as all I turned towards me with disbelief.




            “Umm . . . hi” I said meekly, giving a small wave.




            “Now as you’re all probably wondering,” Dumbledore continued, “What was this young woman’s name before she found out her real one.”




            There was a murmur from the crowd; all of them throwing names around, trying to guess what Gryffindor was actually a Snape.




            “I give to you, the old Hermione Jane Granger, the new Mya Rose Snape and our new Head Girl!”




            A few of the teachers clapped, but everyone else was silent. Staring at me. Wow, this was awkward.




            Then the noise started.




            “NO WAY- “




            “Granger?? A Snape??”




            “That’s impossible.”




            “Is this a joke??”




            “So no funny!”




            “WHAT?”




            My eyes were only on one table. Only on a group of people. My friends. Some of them just stared, others looked at me disgusted. Some were surprised. Luna, Neville and Ginny just smiled, looking like they expected it the whole time.




            “OY!” My head snapped towards the noise. Blaise. Of course. “Everyone! Shut up! Eat or go to bed!”




            I smiled gratefully at him. He winked in return.




            “I believe that Mr. Zabini is correct. Time for bed. Pip, Pip. I would like Miss Snape, Miss Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini to stay behind.”




            The hall slowly dwindled down to only us four, Severus and Dumbledore.




            “As head Boy and Girl, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Snape will be sharing a common room and kitchen. Severus here will show you to your head quarters. Miss Parkinson and Mr. Zabini will be joining you as per request.”




            I sighed. That’s just great. Nothing against them or anything like that, just more like the fact that I am a Snape in Gryffindor sharing a room with 3 Slytherins.




            I tried to take in as much as I could on our way to the common room so I would remember where it was. Turns out I didn’t need to; it was very conveniently down the hall from the library.




            “Psssssst . . .” Blaise nudged me. “You’re in luck shorty, right beside the library. This way you won’t have to walk as far.”




            I growled at the nickname. “I swear Blaise. If you call me shorty one more time, I’ll maim you. Or maybe I’ll take away yours and Pansy’s favourite play toy.”




            Pansy and Blaise froze. Malfoy laughed. Severus chuckled. “Good luck with that.”




            “How did you know?” Blaise asked.




            “I’m not an idiot.”




            “Could’ve fooled me.”




            I very WISELY chose to ignore him.




            Severus came to an abrupt stop and then stood in front of a beautiful portrait of angels. “Gabriella, Zacheriah. This is Mya, Blaise, Pansy, and Draco. The students living in the dorm.”




            I waved at them.




            They waved back.




            “You get to choose your password. Girl’s room is on the left, Boy’s on the right. See you guys tomorrow.”




            A chorus of “See ya, Uncle Sev. Night Severus.” Rang through the hall way.




            He rolled his eyes. “We’re in school. It’s Professor Snape.” With that he left us to explore our new room.




            “So . . I vote that our password should be rainbow.” Blaise, ever the weird one.




            “Rainbow? Seriously???” Malfoy asked.




            We all looked at each other.




            “Why not?" I shrugged.




            “Password please?” The angels asked.




            “Rainbow.” We all said in unison. Then we burst out laughing.       




            I was in an awe as soon as I walked into the common room. It was all very neutral and calming. There were no house colours anywhere. The couches were black leather, the coffee table was mahogany. Our fire place was HUGE!




            Walking through to the kitchen I saw many muggle appliances and smiled. The fridge, cupboards and freezer were designed to hold whatever we asked for.




            Next stop. The bedrooms.




            “Hey guys!” I called out. “I’m heading to bed. See ya tomorrow.”




            “Night Mya!”




            I walked up the stairs and opened the door on the left.




            Immediately I noticed two beds, one for me and one for Pansy. The walls were a deep dark purple. The dressers made out of the same woods as the coffee table. On one side of the room was a door that went into the bathroom, which was very neutral but held all of our necessities. The other, I was surprised to find, went out to a balcony.




            The night was beautiful; I could see the sky reflecting in the lake. Yupp. I would definitely be spending a lot of time out here.




            An owl caught my attention. It held out it’s leg towards me and then waited patiently as I untied the letter attached to it.




            Mya Rose Snape.




            How could you not tell us?? We’re your best friends! Room of Requirement 11 o’ clock, tonight.




            Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley.




 




            I glanced at the clock. 10: 30.




            How was I supposed to get out?




 A/N: I know I know. Not the greatest. This chapet needed to happen though. SO now Hogwarts knows. 
Anyone want to guess at Harry and Ron's reactions? Or maybe how Mya will be treated? 
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