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"Miss L/N, i advise you to return to the dormitories, it is past curfew.", he gathered the courage to speak, though he knew it would be less use than staying silent.

The girl whom he was talking to didn't turn around, she stood still and silent. Severus sighed. "I am aware of the circumstances you are in, L/N, but it is not healthy to stay up past hours so often."

Was Snape truly behind her? Was that ℎ𝑖𝑚 talking? Nevermind, Y/N had gained the will to answer to him. "How'd you know, sir?"Snape stood silent and grumbled, "Nevermind..."He walked up next to her and stood beside her, but stayed in place. The wizard leaned over a bit to see Y/Ns face. A look of deep thought, anguish and sorrow painted her once lively and sardonic face. And her eyes... "You've wept.", her Potions Master stated. Y/N raised an eyebrow and blinked. "Indeed."

"When?"

The teenager rolled her wrist and exhaled through her nose. "A few minutes ago."

Severus furrowed his bushy eyebrows together, making his forehead and eyebrows crease. "I'm concerned, L/N. Surely you know none of these which you are doing are near healthy, yes?"

"What other choices do i have at my disposal, professor?", Y/N bit back and rubbed her temples.

"...", Snape couldn't answer yet again. Why did this girl always manage to make him speechless? "Things come and go, including my family. But it was too early, don't you think?", Y/N whispered shakily and closed her eyes melancholically.

"An early loss indeed, Miss L/N. Dumbledore has said that you mustn't force yourself in lessons, he is aware of how heavy the burden is on your back at the time." , Snape conveyed and looked away from her. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"My studies are one thing, my personal life a seperate. I wish to continue pushing my limits , despite everything.", Y/N croaked and fidgeted with her cold hands. Her eyebrows pointed upwards in a tragic expression. "He was a good man at heart, he didn't know what he got himself into."

The girl mentioned and let out a single quiet sob, and a tear fell from her already glossy eyes. Snape was in utter shock. She would let herself cry in front of him? He widened his eyes and looked down from the tower. "He had less of a clue what he was doing, did he?", he commented back and sighed. "Good men do bad things, L/N. That doesn't make them bad people at heart. It is the rotten souls who act pure and innocent.", he offered a piece of wisdom to her.

"I know, professor. I think every night of a plan i could have made to make him avoid his path. Each more unlikely to succeed than the other.", she trembled and held her face in anguish and agony.

"I know he won't survive in there, whatever he dies of. The last thing he mentioned before he was escorted was 𝑚𝑒, and i shunned him away in our last moments together. I was blinded by wrath, i acted as a fool would."

Y/N sobbed in her own arms , and Snape suddenly placed his rough and calloused hand on Y/N's back. "Miss L/N, listen to me." He cleared his throat firmly. "This loss will be a great challenge to overcome, i am sure of it, as it happened to me. Do not blame yourself for what happened, you were not a fool. You are human, not a mannequin. And if you ever need someone to turn to, i am at your disposal. The Ministry has sown confusion, anguish and sorrow in you, and i am willing to repair it."Y/N cried even harder and wiped her eyes, smiling weakly.

"Thank you, professor."

"Don't- oh whatever...'

Snape grumbled.

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Ever since Snape had spoken to her in such an unusual and tender manner, Y/Ns mood lightened up. The moment where he placed his hand on her back and gave her advice, that's when she knew he cared about her.

More than the other students, and that boosted her confidence and will to live. As she strode through the castle and to her History of Magic lesson again, she couldn't oversee Hagrid wiping his eyes and sniffling in the corner of the courtyard.

Y/N rushed to him and held her robes up so she wouldn't trip, looking up at him. "Hagrid! What happened?''

"Buckbeak, Y/N.. They're gon' kill 'em."

Y/Ns heart sank. Her hand lowered and she gasped. She was bitter and indifferent toward humans, but animals? Animals stole her heart everytime she saw them, she couldn't help but adore them. And Buckbeak in specific, was an animal she had fell in love with at first sight. Now, she had to see him die? "No, Hagrid! You can't allow this to happen!"

"They're gon' give 'im a hearing, Wednesday i think.", Hagrid sniffled and Y/N sighed, sitting down next to him. Arriving to professor Binns' class wasn't so important anymore. She reached out her hand and pat the half-giants back tenderly. "Do the others know?"

"The others..?"

"Harry, Ron and Hermione i mean."

Hagrid's voice cracked. "Oh, yeh, they know alrigh'. Told me they'll find a way to get Buckbeak back, the ol' boy."

Y/N tried her best to comfort Hagrid, she was terrible at socializing, let alone calming someone down. She stroked and pat the mountain of a mans' back tenderly, trying her best not to make him uncomfortable. "It's because of Draco, all of this. I'll be sure to discipline him...", Y/N growled to herself and Hagrid smiled weakly. "Jus' don' get yerself in trouble, yeh?", he sniffled and nodded.

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The dark thoughts in Y/Ns mind had subsided for a bit, but returned eventually. She felt like a burden to anyone near her at this point, because she didn't want to cry in anyone's shoulder and seem dependent.

No, she wasn't dependent of anyone. She could stay strong, just for a little while.

Professor Binns class was nothing short of fantastically boring - any remotely interesting topic he'd teach, he'd make absolutely sure that no one would be left with an ounce of will to live throughout his class. Y/N tapped her finger against her laminated desk over and over, as nervous thoughts overcame her mind.

"𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜, 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙.", she remembered Snape's words three nights ago. Could she, though? Was that just an act of false sympathy to make himself seem better, or honest empathy? She felt pathetic for not being able to discern between the two options, she felt it should be clear but she didn't know regardless.

Thank heavens they had Potions after History of Magic, that way, her soul would be put at ease for a tad. As Snape revised Wiggenweld Potion with the rest of the class, Y/Ns eyes lit up.

That was solely because her teachers eyes were on her, not anyone else. He spoke in his usual bitter and rude tone, but what made the difference is that he was looking at her, he 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 her. After the class got to work, Snape sat down at his desk and graded the left over assignments from various students. Y/N sat right in front of him, so it wouldn't be hard to keep an eye on her. Her simmering cauldron emit fumes and steam, a vibrant green colour stirring in her cauldron. Severus curled his lip, proud that he had managed to lighten up Y/Ns mood, even if it was in the slightest. Her eyes weren't puffy and swollen anymore, good.

She hadn't been crying since they spoke that night. Once his favourite student noticed that Neville Longbottom's cauldron was starting to turn white and bubble, she rushed over to him and added a few drops of Honeywater, making the concoction turn a lighter green colour.

"Did you add the mint sprig, and the Mandrake? It's the most essential part, never forget it, Longbottom.", she pat his shoulder and returned to her cauldron. Longbottom just stared as Y/N poured a portion of the cauldron's contents into a vial, and labelled it '𝑊𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑌/𝑁 𝐿/𝑁' in a cursive handwriting, then placed it on Snape's desk.

The Potions Master curled the corners of his upper lip and took it in his hand, examining the liquid through the vial. Y/N started packing her things together, placing her book and quill neatly inbetween a pile of parchment and books , snapping the golden, serpent-shaped buckle of her white satchel shut and throwing it over her shoulder. With a courteous nod , Y/N exited the Potions classroom. She quickly strode to the Defence against the Dark Arts lesson, in a hurried pace.

She was eager to see what Professor Lupin was like. After having seen 2 excuses of professors in DADA, she hoped this one would be more.. Competent than Quirinus or Gilderoy.

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Remus Lupin welcomed the handful of students with a hearty, warm smile, fidgeting with his patched coat and shuffling his feet. "Welcome, welcome! To your first lesson of Defence against the Dark Arts with me. My name is Professor Lupin, and i shall introduce you to our new subject today. Can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?"

Hermione jumped, her hand flew up while Y/N raised her hand slowly. "Ms. Granger?"

"A boggart is a shapeshifter, which takes on the shape of whatever you fear the most. That's what makes them so.." The clever girl trailed off. "Very good, Ms. Granger. Five points to Gryffindor."

Y/N crossed her arms at the points being given to her rival house. "Now, a boggarts worst fear, is laughter. It completely finishes them. Repeat after me: 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠."

The class spoke after Lupin, and Malfoy scoffed while clutching his bandaged arm. "This class is ridiculous."

Lupin instructed the class to point their wands at the closet, and say Riddikulus, while thinking of something comical. "Longbottom, step up.", the teacher called up Neville with a smile. With buckling knees, Neville Longbottom stepped in front of the covered closet. "What is your worst fear, Neville?", Lupin inquired and clasped his hands.

"Professor Snape..", the boy whispered.

"Say? I couldn't quite hear you, apologies."

"Professor Snape.", Neville mumbled a bit louder and swallowed : the entire class laughed. Lupin chuckled. "Well, he does seem.. Rather dark, yes. Now, let us begin."

Remus took off the cloak that covered the closet, and Snape stepped out of it. Y/N smiled at the thought of Neville being scared of Snape, her favourite teacher. The gloomy Potions Master strode toward Neville in a menacing manner, and Longbottoms teeth clattered. He held up his wand. "Nice and loud - 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠.", Lupin reminded him.

"Riddikulus!", Neville sputtered out, and it so seemed that the Head of Slytherin had gained Longbottom's grandmother's stylish garments. Y/N clutched her mouth and grimaced positively, a faint cackling sound escaping the confines of her mouth. The class erupted with laughter, and Remus wasn't hesitant to cackle along heartily.

A bit 𝑡𝑜𝑜 hearty, for Y/Ns liking. Something was fishy, no? The professor called up students after the other with a waving hand and cheerful expression. Parvatis' was a snake, Hermione's was McGonagall telling her she failed all her final exams, and Seamus' was a banshee. When the moment came where Remus called for Y/N, the class stopped laughing. Did she even have a fear? Possibly not, but what made them silent is the curiosity of what her boggart would be. Professor Lupin took the cloak off cautiously, and her 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 came out.

The class held their breath.

Her father was different. He didn't walk, he crawled and sprawled across the floor, gasping and wheezing for air. He had chains holding his limbs back and restrained him from moving normally. His face was gaunt, sallow and deformed, scars and wounds adorned all across his face. He had gashes and cuts on his scalp, elbows and wrists, where the chains would tug at his skin. An expression of agony contorted his face, making it hard to look at him. Before the man could come any closer,

Y/N raised her wand wearily. "Riddikulus.", she whispered and instead of something comical happening, the man's chains latched tighter onto his wrists, ankles and knees, earning a deafening shriek from him, and ultimately pulling him back in the closet with a yank, the doors slammed shut.

Remus was speechless, needless to say the whole class. No one was laughing, not the littlest trace of a smile could be detected on anyones face that was in the room. Y/Ns eyes and mouth went dry, and she stepped away from the floor, allowing Harry to come forth. She retreated to the corner of the room, crossing her arms under her chest and shifting her weight onto one hip.

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No one talked to her, or sat with her at dinner.

Y/N hesitantly brought the spoonful of soup to her lips and drank it silently, clasping her hands on the table and slumping her shoulders. Her eyelids were drooping as always.

The shadows that cast upon her face, cheekbones and eye sockets made her look even more menacing than she already was known for.

Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, and down her chin, nobody noticed.

Y/N didn't bother wipe it off as droplets of crimson stained her robes and green tie. A hint of metal tickled her taste buds and flooded the roof of her mouth and tongue, staining well over a portion of her sharp canines red.

Blood accumulated on her gums and teeth, Y/N swallowed it down. She wiped off the blood that was dripping from her lips and chin with a tissue, folding it neatly and stuffing it in the pocket of her coat. She stood up and rose to her feet, striding away from the Great Hall. She wanted to be in the dormitories - and that being right 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

But of course, an obstacle couldn't miss.

"Miss L/N, do you not plan on seating yourself at the table and 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 for once?", Snapes silky, deep voice echoed in the corridor and Y/Ns chest heaved. She relaxed her sharp, black eyes and raised her upper lip.

"I don't feel hungry at the moment, professor."

Snape scowled. "It is unwise to do so. Why are you so stubborn, L/N?"

Y/N remained silent, pursed her lips and tilted her head. "It's part of my character.", she added with lifted eyebrows.

"One more thing - Why are there 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 stains on your robes?", he muttered and looked down to the blotches of dry wine b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ on Y/Ns shirt.

"No sir - that is my blood."

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After grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her to a corner in the main corridors and bent slightly down to her level. He didn't have to bend too much, since Y/N was quite tall for her age.

"First and foremost, whatever in Merlin's name happened, L/N?", Snape asked with a hint of disappointment and anger in his dead eyes. Like an upset father. Y/Ns eyes glinted.

"I just bit the flesh of my cheek and cut myself, professor.", she muttered in a quiet yet calm tone and tugged at the thin, silver chain that was wrapped snugly around the base of her neck. "Don't 𝑙𝑖𝑒 to me, Miss L/N."

She cracked her knuckles and exhaled a breath, which she held for what felt like an eternity. "I am nervous often, sir. I do not wish to get too personal, but things aren't going marvelous in my household.", she elaborated shortly and turned her face away from her Potions Master, in shame. Snapes's eyes softened, yet hardened and straightened immediately, stiffening his shoulders.

"I see," he acknowledged dullly and beckoned for Y/N to sit down next to him, on a stone bench inbetween 2 pillars. Y/N plopped down with a pained sigh, she felt her throat stinging from the inside. "You most definitely haven't noticed this, L/N, but I do not wish you harm in any way.", Snape admit in almost a whisper.

Y/N was a tad shocked he'd dare gather the courage to say something so meaningful to a student, but she brushed it off. Fury tainted her eyes. Her, not notice that her Head of House and favourite teacher, doesn't mean any harm? Who did he take her as, a fool?

"Surely you see me as no idiot, yes professor?", she said softly and traced the outline of her 12 inch long wand with her index finger, her shoulders slackened. Severus' upper lip curled, and his eyes focused.

"Only a dunce himself would mistake you for a fool, Miss L/N. Your intelligence outmatches many, and your maturity and patience are surely, anything but ordinary. You must have noticed, since you claim not to be a fool?", he stated factually and silkily, pitching his voice higher at the end of the inquiry. "I never said I am 𝑛𝑜𝑡 a fool, sir. I only asked you for your opinion on that claim. By the look of it, you don't seem to think it."

Snape gave a curt nod and leaned his head to the left slightly. "Sir-", Y/N started, only now noticing that the clasp of her chain had disconnected from a ring. Snape raised his head, and looked over to her in acknowledgement. "Do you mind? I don't see quite well.", she pointed to the fastener of her jewellery. Snape gave a reluctant nod, reaching for the fastener of her silver chain and pulling his thumb down on the miniature hook, attempting to connect it to the ring.

His rough knuckles brushed and tickled her neck, making Y/N shift. Snape grumbled.

"Don't squirm, I won't see what I'm doing. If you don't mind me asking, where did you acquire this chain?"

L/N was hesitant to reply. "From my father, family heirloom." Severus pushed his chin to his chest in a curious manner and raised a brow. "Is that so? A chain, a family heirloom?", he asked again. "Indeed. I find it strange too, but taking it off would be an insult to my father's memory. Heavens, I should stop talking about him..", Y/N heaved and her eyes sprawled across the dark corridor. Now did she only realize, she was in a dark and secluded area of the castle at night, with Professor Snape fumbling around on her jewellery and sitting extremely close next to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and Snape fixed the chain at last. "Here you go, and don't thank me.", Severus stated blankly and tucked his robes together. Y/N curled her lips upward in the slightest, and nodded courteously.

"Can you cast a patronus, professor?", she asked out of nowhere. The space between the professors bushy eyebrows decreased and wrinkled. "And pray tell, what makes you ask such a thing, Miss L/N?"

"I'm just curious, I thought it wouldn't be too offensive or personal. I apologize in advan-" , she waved her hands as she was cut off by her Potions Master. "Don't apologize, nor thank me, because i know i won't. Yes, I can produce a Patronus charm."

Y/N pursed her lips, "That was.. Blunt and quick, i liked it."

Half a minute of silence swept upon pupil and professor, before the girl broke the silence. "Do I.. Come off as bothersome, professor? I apol-... I do not want to come off as attention-seeking, that is not my intention. I am merely curious.", she blurted and Severus curled his lip. Hesitantly, he replied with a sigh.

"As much as I regret to admit this, I cannot deny that i find your presence quite gratifying, L/N."

Y/Ns eyes gleamed with happiness. Did she just get 𝑡ℎ𝑒 professor Severus Snape, of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to confess a tinge of affection? She quickly snapped back to reality and cleared her throat. "I would be lying gravely if I disagreed, professor." she added with a trace of a smile.

"By the way, what is your Patronus? A bat?", she added with a hint of light sarcasm, and Severus grumbled. "Contrary to popular belief, no. My Patronus takes the shape of a doe, Miss L/N."

Y/N was proud of herself for having thought of a cute animal for Snape. It fit him, somehow. "A doe? Quite interesting, i must say. Mine is a thestral."

Professor Snape lifted his eyebrows immediately. "You know how to produce a Patronus charm, L/N?", he asked softly. "Oh, I've only done it once, what do i know.", she downplayed the implied compliment and shock of her Potions Master.

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As for the next day, Y/N was on a much better note all because of last night. It really did go to show how just by talking to someone, you can make their day. She lazily grabbed the handle of the door to the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom. Upon arrival, she saw that her favourite teacher was sitting at the desk. No, not Remus Lupin.

Severus Snape. She sat down without a word and furrowed her lips to the right. "Sir?", she tried to clain his attention. Severus gave a curt nod as he graded assignments with his quill. "How come professor Lupin is absent?"

"Professor Lupin finds himself to be incapable of teaching at the time, L/N. I will be the substitute for today.", he replied monotonously. "Oh, he's ill, right." Y/N mumbled to herself. She had a little of a clue what Lupins sickness would be.

As the class began and all students arrived, Snape pulled down the blinds. Harry interrupted him rudely as he came 10 minutes late, asking him where Lupin was.

"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far --"

"Please, sir, we've done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and grindylows," said Hermione quickly, "and we're just about to start --"

"Be quiet," said Snape coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," said Dean Thomas boldly, and there was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the class. Snape looked more menacing than ever. "You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you -- I, would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and grindylows. Today we shall discuss --" Harry watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.

"Werewolves," said Snape. "But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to restrain herself, "we're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks --"

"Miss Granger," said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." He glanced around again. 'All of you! Now!" With many bitter sidelong looks and some sullen muttering, the class opened their books.

"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" said Snape. Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air.

Y/N was too busy glaring at Hermione to raise her hand.

"Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between --"

"We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on --"

"Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are--"

Y/Ns hand shot up, she turned pink from embarassment because she didn't notice she wasn't raising her hand when she meant to.

Snape raised a bushy eyebrow.

"Oh? I believe we have someone 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 in this class. Miss L/N, go ahead.", he commented and gave a nod of his head.

"A Wolf is a carnivorous animal that belongs to the Canidae family. It is considered the largest among wild dogs. Meanwhile, a werewolf is an, otherwise, human affected by lycanthropy, which transforms into a hybrid of a wolf and human once every full moon."

, Y/N explained factually and softly. Snape's eyes glinted. The Gryffindor side of the class were groaning and muttering. "Here goes Snape's pet..", Ron whispered and Hermione shushed him. "Exactly. 10 points to Slytherin."

Y/N shrugged at Hermione as they stared at each other, Snape carried on with the lesson.

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Draco had just done something stupid, which cost them 10 precious House Points.

"You-blundering-fool-you-egotistical-dunce-you-sanctimonious-fool-of-a-child!" Y/N said inbetween smacks on Malfoys head. She panted out and hurled shrilly, prodding the now ashamed boy in the chest.

"What were you 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, you meek excuse of a boy?! I can smell Weasley's grin from three miles away!"

Malfoy simply lowered his chin and his cheeks flared pink in embarassment. "Calm down, L/N, it's not that ba-"

"NOT THAT BAD? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF!", Y/N howled. She may have been over reacting, but she always took loss and triumph of house points seriously. She always had to win, whatever competition it was.

The girl kept scolding the shorter, and smaller, blonde boy repetitively, and stopped after somewhile. She exhaled deeply and muttered something under her breath.

"I'll be in the library.", she stormed off and headed to the home of books. The girl wondered why Hermione hadn't come to Charms class. Well, she did also simply walk out of Divination with Professor Trelawney. Something was up with Granger, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Surely she'd want to apologize to Flitwick and Trelawney?

As she made her way to the grand library, Y/N couldn't help but notice the wide-open office door that belonged to none other than Professor Lupin. But that wasn't what caught her attention. She saw the drawer labelled '𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑' open, and saw a plain map poking out of it. It seemed like a blank sheet of parchment, what could be so dangerous about it?

Regretfully, she snuck in Remus' office and snatched the empty map out of the drawer, tucking a blank sheet of parchment back in to make it seem like she took nothing. Y/N felt guilty for taking something that didn't belong to her, but she'd take any risk for her curiosity to be satisfied. She tucked the map inbetween her robes and strode to her desired destination.

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Y/N was seated at a secluded corner inbetween the many shelves of ancient books that contained centuries of shared wisdom. Carefully, she took out the map from her green and gray robes, and tapped her wand with it. One time, two times, three times, four times, one after the other. But none worked.

She looked around and flipped the map over, to see if there were any hidden clues on how to open it. Or was this just a Zonko product? Before the curious girl knew it, she had spent all night trying to unravel the secrets of the map.

This was hopeless, she thought. But she remembered eavesdropping on the Weasley twins and Harry, when he wasn't allowed to go to Hogsmeade because of his permission form. The three had a little chat.. Something about Mischief and Up to no good.

Then it clicked in Y/Ns brain. Yes!

"I solemnly swear that i am up to no good," the girl whispered and the map started to form a red blotch in the centre. The title started to form words and letters, and there was the castle to be seen on the main page. 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑟𝑠 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑦, 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙, 𝑃𝑎𝑑𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐴𝑈𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑀𝐴𝑃, it read. Y/N was astonished at this curious piece of magic. She opened the parchment, and gasped.

A map of the entire layout of Hogwarts was painted in ink, and black little footsteps were moving, fading and appearing. A grin graced the thirteen year old's face, like a child finding a piece of candy. There were names written above the footsteps. For example, Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Bilius Weasley. Harry James Potter was next to them, and Draco Lucius Malfoy was sat in the dungeons. Of course, she recognised all of them. This map showed everyone, everywhere in Hogwarts, and where they were moving.

Extraordinary indeed!

As her eyes travelled to the Whomping Willow, her heart sank.

Sirius Black, was sitting in the Whomping Willow.

The mass murderer was in the outskirts of Hogwarts. Should she alert the staff? Wait, who was that next to Ron? Peter Oliver Pettigrew? Y/N had no clue who that man was, by the name.

The lit candle's hot flame flickered, and Y/N turned her black eyes over to her own name. F/N M/N L/N, sat in the library. she crossed her legs and looked over the map intently. Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick were in the staffroom. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was sat in the Headmaster's office, and Pomona Sprout was in the Greenhouses.

Severus Snape skulked around the dungeons, pacing back and forth in his personal stores. Y/N smiled.

Though her smile faded just as quickly as it appeared, as she spotted Hermione, Ron and Harry advancing rapidly toward the Whomping Willow on the map.

She jumped out of her seat and dashed like a leopard out of the library with significant urgency in her eyes, her long hair tossed and flew wildly in the breeze of her urgent sprint. Though it was too late.

As she crawled inside the whomping willow with cuts and gashes on her face, because of the tree's moving branches, it was too late.

She found herself face-to-face with Lupin, Black, Ron, Hermione and Harry. Y/N froze and her chest rose and fell.

Ron squealed breathily. "Y/N?"

"Y/N!", Hermione gasped and took her wrist, pulling her beside her.

"Who is this girl?", snarled Black and Lupin staggered. "My student. Well well, L/N, how in heavens name did you find us here?", he bit back and Y/N growled, taking stance. "The map, you know which. I demand to know what is going on."

, she barked and pushed the trio behind her. Lupin continued explaining the backstory of Black and him, while keeping the trio safe behind her back. She leaned her head forward and kept a vicious, menacing glare at the two men.

As Lupin continued to elaborate, Harry made a tiny noise of comprehension. "So that's why Snape doesn't like you," said Harry slowly, "because he thought you were in on the joke?"

"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin. Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Lupin. Hermione screamed. Black leapt to his feet.

Y/N felt as though she'd received a huge electric shock. "I found this at the base of the Whomping Willow," said Snape, throwing the cloak aside, careful to keep this wand pointing directly at Lupin's chest.

"Very useful, Potter, I thank you...."

Snape was slightly breathless, but his face was full of suppressed triumph. "You're wondering, perhaps, how I knew you were here?" he said, his eyes glittering.

"I've just been to your office, Lupin. You forgot to take your potion tonight, so I took a gobletful along. And very lucky I did... lucky for me, I mean. Lying on your desk was a certain map. One glance at it told me all I needed to know. I saw you running along this passageway and out of sight."

"Severus --" Lupin began, but Snape overrode him. "I've told the headmaster again and again that you're helping your old friend Black into the castle, Lupin, and here's the proof. Not even I dreamed you would have the nerve to use this old place as your hideout--"

"Severus, you're making a mistake," said Lupin urgently. "You haven't heard everything -- I can explain -- Sirius is not here to kill Harry--"

"Two more for Azkaban tonight," said Snape, his eyes now gleaming fanatically. "I shall be interested to see how Dumbledore takes this.... He was quite convinced you were harmless, you know, Lupin... a tame werewolf --"

"You fool," said Lupin softly. "Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"

BANG! Thin, snakelike cords burst from the end of Snape's wand and twisted themselves around Lupin's mouth, wrists, and ankles; he overbalanced and fell to the floor, unable to move. With a roar of rage, Black started toward Snape, but Snape pointed his wand straight between Black's eyes. "Give me a reason," he whispered. "Give me a reason to do it, and I swear I will."

Black stopped dead. It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred. Y/N and Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. They glanced around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers.

Hermione, however, took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, "Professor Snape -- it it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w -- would it?" "Miss Granger, you are already facing suspension from this school," Snape spat.

"You, Potter, L/N and Weasley are out-of-bounds, in the company of a convicted murderer and a werewolf. For once in your life, hold your tongue."

Hermione fell silent.

"Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you...."

"The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" -- he jerked his head at Ron -- "I'll come quietly...."

"Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black... pleased enough to give you a little kiss, I daresay... I --"

What little color there was in Blacks face left it.

"You -you've got to hear me out," he croaked.

"The rat -- look at the rat --" But there was a mad glint in Snape's eyes that Harry had never seen before. He seemed beyond reason. "Come on, all of you," he said. He clicked his fingers, and the ends of the cords that bound Lupin flew to his hands.

"I'll drag the werewolf. Perhaps the dementors will have a kiss for him too --"Before he knew what he was doing, Harry had crossed the room in three strides and blocked the door. "Get out of the way, Potter, you're in enough trouble already," snarled Snape. "If I hadn't been here to save your skin --"

"Professor Lupin could have killed me about a hundred times this year," Harry said. "I've been alone with him loads of times, having defense lessons against the dementors. If he was helping Black, why didn't he just finish me off then?"

"Don't ask me to fathom the way a werewolf's mind works," hissed Snape. "Get out of the way, Potter."

"YOURE PATHETIC!" Harry yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN --"

"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" Snape shrieked, looking madder than ever.

"Like father, like son, Potter! I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black -- now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!"

Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step toward him, he had raised his wand. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled -- except that his wasn't the only voice that shouted.

There was a blast that made the door rattle on its hinges; Snape was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall, then slid down it to the floor, a trickle of blood oozing from under his hair. He had been knocked out. Harry looked around. Both Ron and Hermione had tried to disarm Snape at exactly the same moment. Snape's wand soared in a high arc and landed on the bed next to Crookshanks.

"YOU BLUNDERING FOOLS! To the devil with this, i am OUT!", roared Y/N and threw Snape's lifeless body over her firm shoulder with a grunt and a groan. Harry tried to stun her, but Y/N narrowly escaped by crawling out of the hole.

"Y/N!", Hermione cried out. Ron shook his head and clung to Hermione. Y/N didn't rush to the infirmary, instead, she rumbled in between her robes.

She was always very anxious, so she'd always have a vial of properly-brewed Wiggenweld tucked in. She slipped the bottle out and huffed, a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as the gashes bled and trickled down her face like a river of smudged crimson. She layed Snape down and poured the contents of the green vial down his throat, after parting his lips. She wriggled around his robes after remembering he had said he got a vial of Wolfsbane he hadn't given Lupin yet.

Y/N was out of breath, exhausted and injured as she crawled back up the burrow of the Willow and gasped out. "Give it to Lupin, now! The potion- must be administered before- full moon!", she wheezed shrilly and threw the vial of Wolfsbane over to Harry. Harry, in a wave of shock, staggered over to the almost transformed Lupin, which had already lost part of his sanity. He bit Harry's hand gravely, and Harry yelled out, dropping the vial from his hands.

Hermione stumbled and grabbed the vial, tipping the cap over and pouring - rather throwing - more than half of it into Lupin's half transformed, large mouth. The hybrid roared and clawed at Hermione, which made her fall back and shriek in pain. Ron, who was behind her at the moment, groaned in pain as the girl fell square on his chest, making a cracking sound. Y/N cringed and shivered, grabbing Hermione, Ron, Harry and Sirius' wrists.

"Out, you four! OUT!", she bellowed and dragged them outside of the Shrieking Shack. The four of them plummeted to the ground, bloodied and bruised. Hermione rose to her feet and grabbed ahold of Ronalds wrist, who were both badly injured.

"Y/N, are you going to come with us? To the infirmary? Bring Snape if you will,", she wheezed and coughed. Y/N shook her head fiercely, sitting beside Snape cross-legged. "I'll be waiting until he wakes up, i gave him Wiggenweld. You two go."

She watched as Hermione nodded, and the two of them scurried back to the castle, limping. Harry and Sirius were wandering off to talk to eachother, while Y/N was left alone with Snape.

She sat under the moon light, face tainted with blood and cuts. Shrieks and howls could be heard from the Shack, it was Lupin. Y/N clutched her heart in pain, knowing what poor Lupin had to go through. The girl grabbed a handkerchief and bandages, pressing the handkerchief under his hair, where his gash would be oozing blood. Snape stirred, and he coughed. Y/N was startled slightly, but kept cleaning the gash.

"Professor, you're awake."

"Where are the others? Weasley, Black? Granger, Lupin, Potter?", Severus breathed out and sat up. Y/N clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"Stop moving, sir, i can't see where the cut is. Granger and Weasley are headed for the infirmary, and Black and Harry are having a little chat. Lupin's in the shack, if you hear."

Remus' screams and animalistic howls were echoing from under the Whomping Willow, and Snape stood still.

"Why are you-- What are you doing, L/N?", he coughed and Y/N sighed.

"Assisting and tending to your wounds.", she said gently while wrapping a bandage under Snape's hair. "You have worse injuries, don't worry about--"

Y/N cut him off with a scolding glare, and Snape looked away from her, allowing her to tend to his cut.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

About two weeks later, the injuries that Y/N had suffered, gave her a scar across her left eye and bottom lip.

She was heading to the Great Hall for the End-Of-Year feast, dressed in a white tank top with baroque font. 𝑅𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 was written across her chest. Her forehead and wrists were bandaged, making her hair look more voluminous as it was wrapped under her hairline.

Y/Ns tank top had the sleeves cut off, so you could see her lean and toned arms and defined, firm shoulders quite well. Her boots clicked on the floor as she strode, swinging her bare arms from side to side.

The outer corner of her eyes were discolored, making them look sharper and more intimidating.

With a loud bang, the doors of the Great Hall opened, and several students mumbled and marveled at the figure. Y/Ns scars and arms attracted many students' and staffs' attention.

Fred Weasley leaned over to whisper something to Lee Jordan, that made Ginny smack him across his head. Y/N coolly sat down next to a bewildered Malfoy at the greentable and grunted.

"Pardon my tardiness, what have i missed?"

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The summer vacations were going as usual for Snape. He was sat in his sofa in Spinner's End, reading a book and sipping his warm tea. But, the boring silence was disrupted when he saw a red-tailed hawk fly by and skid to a halt at Snape's window.

That's weird, Snape thought. He had never gotten a letter that wasn't Hogwarts-related. He knew so, because Dumbledore never sent a hawk before.

The bird held an envelope in its vibrant, yellow, clawed talons and nudged its head for Severus to take it. He slipped out the letter from the birds talon, and the animal clattered its sharp beak in response. Within a matter of seconds, it flapped its large wings and took off like a rocket. Snape sat back down and looked at the back of the letter.

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚:

𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐'𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑁𝑟. 7

𝐹/𝑁 𝑀/𝑁 𝐿/𝑁

𝐴𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜:

𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝐸𝑛𝑑, 𝐶𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ

𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑒

He tore the envelope open with curled lips. He didn't know how Y/N had managed to find out where his childhood home was, but he was curious as to why she wrote to him.

𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐿/𝑁,

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛.

𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑒.

Was written in an eloquent handwriting. Of course, it was Y/N.

Severus smirked and took the two vials of green liquid out of the envelope, placing them with great care on a shelf. No one had cared this much about him, aside from Lily Evans. He liked this student.

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"Pierre Badeaux, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request, to prevent evidence to this council. Should your testimony prove consequential, Council may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater, do you accept these terms?", Bartemius uttered. "I do sir.", Pierre wheezed. "And what do you wish to present?"

"I have names, sir.. There was - Rosier! Evan Rosier!"

Bartemius exhaled through his nose. Y/N had already lost significant will to live, and the trial had barely even started. "Rosier is dead,", he shuffled through the papers. "If that is all the witness has to offer-"

"No, no no!", Pierre gasped. "There was Rookwood! He was a spy!"

"Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?"

"Yeah yeah, the same! He has delivered information, from inside the Ministry, you know?", Badeaux nodded frantically. "Very well.. Council will be deliberated. In the meantime, you will be escorted back to Az-"

"NO, NO NO!", cried Pierre desperately. "There was one more.." , he gasped out lowly. Barty grumbled. "Names, give me names!"

Y/N exhaled deeply and looked back to see her father shaking nervously in the last row.

"F/N F/L/N!", Pierre shouted and Y/N turned paler than she already was. Her mother's face immediately contorted in pure wrath and utter disgust. Her father attempted to flee the court, but was restrained by two guards before he could escape.

"NO! NOT MY GIRL, NO!", F/N reached out for Y/Ns hand, but she tossed it away immediately. Coldly, she looked him in the eyes with a menacing expression.

"Your 𝑤ℎ𝑜?"

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ˏˋ°•*⁀➷·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Needless to say, returning back to school for her third term was even more dreadful. On the Hogwarts Express, she read the Daily Prophet newspaper with half her pale face buried in her palm.

𝕱/𝕹 𝕷/𝕹: 𝕬 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝕬𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙?

𝔉/𝔑 𝔏/𝔑 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔡-𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩! 𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 21𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱, 𝔉/𝔑 𝔉/𝔏/𝔑 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯! 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶? 𝔚𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫, 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡, 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔏/𝔑! 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪? 𝔑𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶!

-𝔄𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝕽𝖎𝖙𝖆 𝕾𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗

That wretched, arrogant, narcissistic wreck of a witch.. Making a laughing stock out of her and her mother.. Oh Revenge would be ever so sweet if Rita Skeeter tripped and landed in the hands of Y/N.She looked outside of the gloomy window of the, naturally, empty compartment.

Nothing cheerful about today, gray sky again, Y/N thought and exhaled, rubbing her temples. She was so overcome with wrath and grief and utter betrayal, she forgot about Hogwarts.

How could her father lie to her? How long has he been lying to her, and her mother? And the Ministry?

Most of all, how could she ever hold a normal conversation with someone? Well, aside from Dumbledore. He was the only man who would be so mature 𝑎𝑛𝑑 kind enough, aside from Severus, to listen to one's problems even if they were quite controversial, or perhaps trivial. As she arrived at the grand, once joy-inducing halls of Hogwarts, she was no longer keeping her chin up.

Her chin was almost glued to her chest, making the angle of her eyes seem menacing and terrifying. For once, Y/N didn't want to be left alone. Sure, being away from prying eyes like those in the Great Hall would be something she fancied, but she really needed someone to turn to right now. As she sat down at the green table, not even Malfoy, whose father wasn't any bloody better, was sneering at ther and moving away from her.

𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑘. 𝑖𝑡. 𝑢𝑝. Y/N kept telling herself and repeated it over and over in her head. She stood still and didn't move her head from the stiff, forward position she had it in. That's what her mother taught her. Be tough, and suck it up like a good child would do. Be fearless, she said.

Be brave.

But having so many eyes on you, so many scrutinizing pupils observing and gawking at the outcast, whose father had commit acts against wizardkind, how could she be brave?

Dumbledore took note of this and quickly stood up to make his speech. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast...

As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business.

They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds, and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises - or even Invisibility Cloaks. It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors.On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

As to our new appointment, well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none another than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties. Well, I think that's everything of importance. Let the feast begin!", the old man's wheezing voice boomed around the castle and delectable platters of food appeared on the tables. But Y/N had no interest in eating, she had far worse things to be wallowing in.

Like how she'd never see her father again and knowing he's suffering, the man who raised her so kindly and lied to her for Merlin knows how long. Snape couldn't help but watch the poor girl wallow in her own misery. She had the right to do so, don't get him wrong. But the girl who was always witty and snarky, wise and mature, to be in such a somber and brooding state?

"Oh, Severus, look at the poor thing.. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for her. Everyone is staring, i see."

Minerva chimed in and held her chest, pitying the Slytherin. Snape nodded as he observed Y/N gaze into oblivion with narrow, menacing eyes, basically threatening anyone within 5 feet of her.

On a seperate note, Severus stared at the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher with a fiery contempt. Such a pure, intense scowl which couldn't be mistaken for anything other than deep wrath.

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A few more crazy weeks had passed, with there being evidence of writings on the corridor walls, mainly threats spelled out in blood that involved half-bloods and muggle-borns, saying they'll rid the school of them. No one knew who was writing them, though it is rumored that the heir of Salazar Slytherin was the one behind all of these threats.

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McGonagall had a more worried look on her face in Transfiguration, seeing as she knew all too well the whole school is in danger, and may possibly even close. Hogwarts closing was a not a very common occasion, mind you.

Ron was trying to perform Vera Verto, but his damaged wand had managed to give the goblet a rat's tail and fur, instead of turning it into a rat. Harry was laughing at him, and Hermione was grinning. McGonagall didn't bother praise Y/N for getting the spell correct on her first attempt; she was lost in her thoughts. Y/N was a bit upset since professor McGonagall was a bit of a mother figure for her, but she'd rather jump off Gryffindor tower than admit such a thing to anyone.

The class passed through agonizing, slow silence, the only sound being the bell tolling. Every student had ran out of the class, avoiding McGonagall, while Y/N decided to stay behind for a bit. McGonagall looked up from her desk somberly. "You are dismissed, Miss L/N.", she mumbled grimly and looked back down. "I apologize for the disturbance, professor, but I'd like to know something.", the girl explained quietly and monotonously. McGonagall adjusted her spectacles with her bony fingers and sighed, clasping her hands.

"Please, go ahead, L/N.", she replied nonchalantly and exhaled through her nose.

"Are the rumors true? About the chamber, i mean. I think i might know who the heir is, professor."McGonagalls eyes shot up and she almost gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "Indeed?" She inquired, taken aback. She quickly regained her composure, despite this, and cleared her throat. "The chamber has been opened, correct. Students have been petrified all around Hogwarts.. And the headmaster is at risk of being sent to Azkaban.. Oh L/N, what could be worse?"

Y/Ns pitch-black pupils focused ferociously. "You don't say.. The headmaster is near expulsion? Because of the attacks, i assume, miss?"

"I'm afraid so.. Oh, don't worry, L/N, do enjoy your term here. Don't worry about these things; they're for adults.", the old professor waved her hands and advised Y/N, though the girl nodded in response. "No ma'am, i do not worry about many things, often times. Even if i should.. Does that sound concerning?", she chirped an octave higher, making McGonagall smile weakly.

"Quite so, my dear."

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A few days had passed since the curious encounter with McGonagall, and a few more times had passed where Y/N handed out snarky comments to Ron.

The girl was studying in the library peacefully, when she couldn't help but overhear Hermione, Harry and Ronald talk about Polyjuice potion. Polyjuice potion? What are they doing with that? They were barely in their second year, what did they need that for? 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑑𝑔𝑦, thought Y/N.

Of course, the trio wasn't famous for their ability to just settle down for once.

"I've never seen a more complicated potion.... This'll take a month to brew.", Hermione commented worriedly. Harry raised a brow. "A month? But who knows what'll happen in a month? We don't have time!", he exclaimed.

Ron kept munching on some chocolate frogs while listening to the two reason, the boy was a glutton to the core..

Little did they know, Y/N was observing and listening to their every movement. But oh, she wouldn't rat them out. She was smarter than that, was she?

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L/N didn't really have the will to go to the girls bathroom to examine the noise coming from it. No one was there, day or night, and for good reason. Moaning Myrtle was the annoying ghost who haunted the girls lavatory, determining a very uncomfortable experience for whoever in Merlin's name went there.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. The girl thought as she cupped her hands around the corridors walls, listening to the three children talk. Yes, that's it. There was the noise of a simmering cauldron, and bulky ingredients being dropped in it. But whatever, Y/N thought. It's not her business, and she'd rather stroll through Knockturn Alley than meddle into risky situations with the golden trio.

She rubbed her temples as she descended down the stairs to the dungeons, alleviating her incoming headache as she strode to the Potions classroom for an extra study session.

Seeing her favourite professor, was her favourite activity to do in her spare time, obviously enough. She didn't knock on the door before entering. There was Snape, Draco, and Crabbe in the otherwise empty classroom, who were talking while writing. Professor Snape seemed quite agitated with the three children interrupting his potion-brewing and assignment-grading. (The last part he was doing against his own free will)

Y/N held her Potions for Beginners book clutched in her hand as she approached a desk in the front row, in front of Snape's desk. Perfect. She sat down and snapped her book open on page 70. Y/N didn't even know why, as she was using her quill and ink, she even 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 professor Snape in the first place. Sure, he was her head of house and all.. But why?

He was bitter, resentful and unnaproachable at all times, and incredibly biased. Everyone hated him, aside from a handful of Slytherins and Minerva, maybe even Albus. But why did she like him? Was he like her father? No, not at all.. Like her mother? Yes, maybe.. But not entirely.. Y/N didn't notice her eyes were drifting away from the parchment, and her fingers were loosening around the handle of the quill, as she wasn't focused on studying at the moment.

"Feeling rather 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, Miss L/N?', Snapes silky voice interrupted her thoughts and daydreams. "Huh? Oh, excuse me. I was.. Distracted, yes.." Y/N shook her head and kept writing her notes down. Snape curled his lip in an almost.. Amused? Manner, and kept on grading his assignments while keeping an eye on Y/N.She finished her notes rather quickly, and gathered her things. But one thing did catch her eye. Draco seemed drastically happier, acting like his usual arrogant self.

"One minute, you're brooding and depressed. The other, you're beaming with arrogance and joy?", Y/N approached the silvery-haired second year. "What's it to you? I'm not an animal for you to check on, L/N." Draco spat unpleasantly, and Y/N grimaced.

"That's unfortunate, really. I'd be delighted to see you gnaw at the bars of your enclosure.", Y/N retorted, making Snape almost smirk, but he quickly turned around and hid it.

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Another month passed, and Y/N was sitting in the common room, near the fireplace. Draco had gone to look for Crabbe and Goyle, while she was acting like a vampire in the shadows. No one noticed her, no one spoke with her. Just the way she liked it.

Draco returned a quarter hour later, with his two lakis. The cocky little boy sat down, and the three of them started talking. Malfoy kept ranting about Harry and bad-mouthed him, causing Y/N to get an insatiable itch to roll her eyes.

Though she swore to herself she wouldn't go through the effort of listening to those babboons, her ears perked up when se heard Goyle mention the Chamber of Secrets.

"I already told you, i don't know who it is. But I'd be delighted to help them." Malfoy grinned smugly, and Crabbe dug his fingernails into his palms. "What's up with you two?", the blonde boy knit his eyebrows together. "Stomachache.", Goyle insisted and Malfoy turned his head away.

What a fool..

Everyone knew that clenching your fists that way was no symptom of a stomachache. Even Draco wasn't that thick. Malfoy kept ranting about Potter and Granger for what seemed like an eternity, as Crabbe and Malfoy grabbed their faces and suddenly ran away. "Hey, where are you two going?" , exclaimed Malfoy. He sighed and turned to Y/N.

"Odd bunch, those two.", grumbled Malfoy and Y/N grinned. Sardonically, of course. "Idiot, aren't you?" "I 𝑏𝑒𝑔 your pardon?" Malfoy scoffed and held his chest like a girl. "You know that wasn't Crabbe and Goyle. I thought you wouldn't be so thick, but here we are. You're an idiot.", she explained curtly and factually.

And Y/N was right.

The effects of polyjuice potion wore off as she cupped her hands around the corridor wall, eavesdropping on the trio. Hermione was in a bathroom stall, telling Ron and Harry they were hideous while Moaning Myrtle taunted her.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco spat and reached for the door handle to barge in on the three, but as he did, Y/N restrained him by the waist and spoke lowly.

"No he won't."

Draco flushed.

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Autumn swept over Hogwarts like a breeze of wind, the grass turning dull and the weather gray, the leaves' vibrant green colors faded a lucious orange and brown.

Students wore their long coats more often and started adorning their outfits with shawls, gloves and boots.

Y/N was sporting a proud green-and-gray shawl over her pale neck and black, wool gloves. Strolling around the marvelous castle was another one of her peculiar hobbies. Whether to flaunt her outfit (yes, show off) , help people around the castle, or just enjoy the ancient corridors of Hogwarts and the beautiful nature surrounding it, reasons may vary.

Comfortable, black tights and green leg warmers were wrapped around her ankles and legs, as she walked and wandered around the courtyard and corridors. She had a gray beret on, purely for flaunting reasons, and a thin, elegant silver chain hung around the collar of her Slytherin robes.

Y/N wondered about her favourite professor, Professor Snape. She wondered if she could ever behave more loosely around him.. Like an acquaintance-like relationship.

Maybe that's why she approved of him, Y/N thought. Because of his vast intellect, and mystery? He was an Enigma, after all. She was somewhat like him. Or was he somewhat like her? Both were mysterious, quiet, and mature. Severus didn't speak unless spoken to, mostly, and Y/N appreciated it immensely. Why would people start a conversation, when they clearly don't know how? It confused her. But regardless, Y/N was quite fond of her Potions Master. Could he say the same? No one will ever know. Ron was also, another person on her mind.

That boy was, truthfully, the epitome of stupidity and immaturity. You're twelve, come on, not 8! Not to mention he followed the herd, always. Saying all Slytherins were bad, and that all they are are sneaky, arrogant blood-supremacists.. Disrespecting her house like that..

What a 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒, she thought and clutched her book under her arm. When suddenly, she feld a hard bump on her shoulder. "Professor Snape!", Y/N uttered and quickly picked her book up, giving a short bow. "Terribly sorry, truthfully. I didn't see-"

"Quite alright, Miss L/N.", Snape stated and walked forward nonchalantly. Y/N was burning in embarassment because of her bumping into her favourite grumpy professor, not that it would be a common occurence.

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The rest of the term passed rather smoothly for her, though not for the trio. As it so seems, Harry and Ron found the chamber of secrets with the help of Hermione and Moaning Myrtle, and had dragged Lockhart along, who said that he knew all along where the entrance was. What a fool.. But there were no more worries, at least not now. Harry defeated a basilisk, banished the diary of Thomas Riddle himself.. The boy should take a break every now and then, Merlin's sake.

Y/N didn't feel like eating at the end-of-year banquet, she was too busy observing the enchanted ceiling, which was bewitched to look like the night sky. Though it was over as quickly as it started, the term closed off as Y/N hurried with her luggage to the train station, getting on the Hogwarts Express in an empty compartment.

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The Slytherin girl was descending down the stairs, heading for the cold dungeons that reeked of various potion ingredients. For Y/N, it was a nostalgic smell. For others, atrocious. The mature girl wrapped her robes together tightly, and collected every ounce of her courage, before knocking on professor Snape's office door subtly yet firmly, observing the gargoyle handle. Y/N could hear her Head of House grunting bitterly, before opening the door abruptly. His eyebrow cocked. "Miss L/N.", his sallow-skinned face seemed more devoid of colour than usual.

"Professor Snape," Y/N started, clearing her throat. "I have a question, if it's not too bothersome."

Snape grunted. "Not work- or assignment-related, i trust?" "Yes sir, but-" "No, Miss L/N. I am occupied and have no time for foolish, immature, unreasonable questions'

"Sir! I beg you, it's essential!" Y/N exclaimed, a bit frustrated, but not showing it. Snape curved his lip distastefully. What did she have to know so badly, she had to beg her teacher for it?

"Essential for what?"

"Who jinxed Harry Potter, in the Quidditch match?"

Snape went silent after the question and hummed lowly. "I am not obliged to say the culprits name, nor do i have interest in saying." He was about to snap his office door shut, when Y/N grunted. "Professor Quirrell, was it?"

Snape turned his head around sharply, and widened his eyes. Sarcastically, or maybe not. "Well well, L/N. You are, rather.. 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡, as the majority says of you.", Snape uttered and nodded his head slowly. "I have a keen eye, that is all.", Y/N downplayed the statement and waved her hand dismissively. "Don't tell a soul about this, or else there 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 be 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 consequences, do you hear me, Miss L/N?", her Potions Master warned her. The Slytherin nodded her head eerily, which made Snape second-guess his decision of telling her she was right. "Very well. That is all?" , Inquired the sallow-skinned man. "That is all. Good afternoon.", Y/N gave a short and light bow before heading up the stairs again, and exiting the dungeons.

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Y/N could hear the trio sneaking out at night, past curfew. Messing around in the upstairs corridors and attics, what were they thinking? She could hear them from the 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘴. Didn't Filch ever catch them? This question held Y/N up at night, she couldn't sleep too well. So she got out of the dormitories, and headed for the upstairs corridors.

She had just gotten past the Great Hall, when Filch was patrolling. In a hurry, Y/N crouched and slipped past a set of knight armor display, squeezing inbetween it and the wall. Filch was exactly in the spot where she stood, humming and inspecting the armor. He laughed cruelly and grinned in such a grotesque manner, Y/N had to hold herself back from retching or gagging. " 'ere, Ms. Norris.. Lead me to the troublemakers, yees..' Filch whispered to his somehow even uglier cat, and walked past the girl, humming to himself. He was heading for the trio.

Y/N had to do something.. Sure, she was mean and creepy and all at times, but not outright cruel. She knew what Filch would fancy doing to them, catching them lurking in the upstairs corridors, an exclusively forbidden place. Y/N slipped and crouched past paintings, armor, and figures and pillars, trying to run to the stairs to the upstairs corridor to warn the trio. The armor rattled and clunked, making Filch turn his head in her direction and grimace atrociously, but he was quite thick-skulled, so he wouldn't ever bother double checking. Goodness, what a stupid man.. Y/N thought.

As she neared the staircase, she sprinted to the three children, making as little noise as possible. "You three! Filch is coming, get out of here or hide!" She whispered, making the three of them jump. Ron exclaimed. "When did you-!" "No time, you blithering dunce of a child! Get back in there before he comes!"

Y/N forced the three of them past a portrait of an elderly witch, and Filch came hurrying in their direction. "Gotcha! Got you, you little brats!", Filch cackled cruelly, baring his rotten teeth. When he entered the door to the corridor, he spotted Fluffy, the Cerberus and his jaw dropped. Filch was heard and seen running out of the corridor, screaming like a little girl and holding his chest. Ron and Harry snickered, while Hermione and Y/N smacked the back of their heads.

"This is no laughing matter!", the Slytherin girl commented and scowled. "I won't be saving your skins anymore, it almost got us expelled, or tortured! You hear me?" Ron and Harry nodded reluctantly, Hermione joining them with a more earnest nod. The three of them headed out after the caretaker ran off to his office, and Y/N smiled at Hermione before she left for their dormitories.

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Y/N prayed that none of them were caught doing their shenanigans last night, since that would define 'expulsion' quite clearly. It was pathetic to even think about it, four weeks at Hogwarts and getting expelled? Ridiculous, Y/N was not a blundering fool! Though none of them kept their promise. First, the trio got in trouble with a full-grown troll.. Then, professor Quirrell turned out to be Voldemort, and he was the one who attempted to murder Harry, what was going 𝘰𝘯 this term?

But no matter. Y/N was grateful to have spent a full term at Hogwarts, with outstanding grades and a good first impression. Well, maybe only on McGonagall and Snape.. But hat doesn't matter, her academic values mattered more to her than emotional values.

As Dumbledore spoke his last words of advice for the students, the end-of-year feast commenced. Draco Malfoy didn't bother eating. He sat down next to Y/N with knit silvery eyebrows, who was sipping from her goblet. He was holding a paper of 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘵 in his hands , while shaking his head. "I don't know 𝘩𝘰𝘸 they do it. Saint 𝑷otter and his little friends.. They get away with everything. Everyone's favourites, aren't they?" the little boy spat and Y/N put her goblet down eloquently.

"I guess so. Always got a bone to pick with them.. Though Hermione isn't too awful, I'd say."

Malfoy laughed. "You think the 𝘔𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, out of all people, is not awful? Granger? I expected better from you, being a pure-blood, L/N."The girl raised her eyebrows and knit then together in a 'i couldn't care less, really' expression.

"Honestly, Malfoy, blood status isn't very important nowadays. If a person is decent, give them a chance.", she replied rather quickly. "Whatever," Malfoy frowned. "If you're going to befriend that dirty blood-traitor, don't think of us as friends."

"Enlighten me, Draco." Y/N replied monotonously and sipped her goblet, making Malfoy grunt in shock.

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Y/N stopped walking abruptly and tilted her chin to normal height, closing her eyes and smiling creepily as she spotted Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley talking. "She's mental, I'm telling you!", Ron exclaimed with wide eyes, and Harry nodded in agreement, or that's what it was supposed to be. Ron clumsily tripped over Harry's foot and fell over, groaning.

Harry laughed and bent over to help Ron, when Y/N approached them. "Would any help do you good, boys?", she inquired silkily.

Ronald stood up with a grunt and fixed his red hair, he bared his teeth. " What're you playing at?", he asked in disbelief, unsure of Y/Ns actions. The girl towered over Ronald and just laughed lightly. Creepy, really. "I beg your pardon? I am merely trying to be polite, yes." "Then what's with the fancy words?", Harry stepped in and raised a brow.

Y/N sighed while rolling her eyes and spun around on her heel, muttering under her breath and shaking her head as she strode opposite their direction. "Dunces.."

Ron was about to lunge at her when Harry restrained him by the arms.

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From that day on, Ron had developed a great distaste for the Slytherin first-year. The trio was in the courtyard, on a bench and talking. Ron and Harry were rambling about Slytherins, and Hermione decided to join in. As silly as she knew it was, it was quite exciting to join in in the latter. "She's mad! Like all Slytherins, of course. You seen how she talks? And how she smiles, like a madman? Bloody girl's a menace!", Ron complained and huffed. "You know, 𝘪 heard she never gets along with anyone, not even Draco. Many people say that because her mother is an auror, she's gone insane or something." Hermione chirped, accentuating the i.

A stranger in a leather coat and a pointy hat, who had a 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘵 paper in their hands and glued to their face, shuffled and spoke up. "And i heard she's absolutely crazy, and that her mum once went to Azkaban." the anonymous person chimed. Hermione leaned over to see their face but failed, and raised a bushy eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"Because I'm her.", the stranger pulled the newspaper away from their face and revealed an iconic scowl, and knit eyebrows. Y/N.She stood up and strode away in a swift motion, while Hermione and Ron's jaws were on the floor. "How.. She, what?!" Ron screeched and Harry shrugged with his shoulders.

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After another such.. Strange incident, Ron decided to never initate a conversation about Y/N, anywhere aside from the Gryffindor common room and dorms. He'd learned the hard way, yes...

Though Y/N didn't seem too phased. She kept calm, and didn't hesitate from talking to the trio whenever she pleased, offering them help or advice, mostly. She wouldn't have much to talk about with a pair of dunces and a know-it-all, did she? Although she wasn't immature, gossip wasn't a reason to stop initiating conversation with someone. She found it childish, whoever found such a reason to be valid.

Professor Binns was giving yet another god-forsaken, discombobulatingly boring lesson on the History of Magic, not even Y/N seemed to want to pay attention much. But, she bothered taking notes of what Professor Binns said in his monotone, depressingly slow, coma-inducing voice.

Y/N sighed desperately as she rolled her wrists and bent her fingers, putting them through unnecessary torture by copying down a long text of nothing useful Professor Binns had said about the history of Hogwarts. She would chew and bite on her cheeks solely out of boredom. Neville was the only eager one to hear to the professor, smiling and writing down every single word the ghost said. Honestly, even Peeves the poltergeist seemed like a better teacher. Ron had fallen fast asleep, and Harry's eyelids were drooping.

Hermione was trying to wake them up with desperacy, nudging their ribcage with their elbows. "Come on you two, wake up!", She whispered with knit eyebrows and sighed. Y/N couldn't help but smirk at this. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she flicked the two boys' foreheads sharply, and they woke up with a groan. "Wakey wakey, you two. We're in class if you didn't forget." Y/N whispered with sassiness and Ronald rubbed his forehead and his eyes.

"Not our fault Binns is so awfully boring.. Makes me drowsy.", he protested and Y/N hummed. " Can't disagree with you on that one, Weasley. You have good reason.."

Hermione smiled weakly and Y/N gave her a wink of reassurance, which was unusual for her. 'She's not so awful', the two of them thought.

"Miss L/N.", he stated basically, making the mentioned girl's head turn around quickly. "Ah, professor Snape.", she also stated silkily and calmly, snapping her dusty book shut. "Many first years do not wander about the castle so carelessly, at such an hour." Severus mentioned. This made Y/N's lips tug at a smirk, almost a sneer. But she wouldn't dare sneer at her Head of House, would she? She did. "Well, professor, i just came here to get a bit.. ahead of everyone else, that is all."

Y/N informed him, but her tone made Snape even more suspicious. Still, the wizard had no right to interrogate her. She was perfectly right, and had broken no school code of conduct. "Very well." Snape added and spun on his heel, to keep looking for the book he was searching for earlier. Just about 3 eventful hours later, at 7:00 AM, students were rushing through the halls to get to their classes. Though as Y/N seemed to glide through the castle and down the ancient staircase, she seemed to have no rush. She hummed to herself almost creepily while carrying a book under her arm, her Potions book. Though no hurry, the girl arrived in the classroom very early, before any other students. Snape wasn't sure if he'd be concerned, joyous or amused at the fact he just knew the girl would arrive at every class early. "Are you eager, or what is the matter for coming in so early? You have half an hour left to spend at your leisure, i believe." Snape drawled carefully, his dark eyes on a cauldron which he was stirring clockwise and simmering, billows of smoke and steam emitting from it. Snape's remark made Y/N smirk, once again. She sat down in the front row and put her book down, not answering Snape's question until she examined it in her mind. She parted her lips to speak: "I also believe that part of it is being able to arrive to class ahead of others, professor?", this comment made Y/N earn a grunt from Snape. "Very well. But do not bother me, understood?", bellowed the Potions Master. "Understood."

Half an hour later, the other students arrived and took their seats. Y/N expression turns into a distasteful grimace once she took note of Draco sitting down next to her, making Snape smirk internally. As everyone settled down and got their books out, Snape made a statement. “You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art that is Potion-making. There will be no foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

Snapes dark eyes fell on a particular student, one he despised with a fiery passion, but doesn't even know him thoroughly. "Mr Potter, our new celebrity."

Harry Potter winced uncomfortably and looked away awkwardly from Snape. "Potter!", he spat. "What will i get if i add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"The small boy shook his head of black hair slowly, and in pure embarassment. Why was Snape humiliating him, out of all people? "Let us try again-' muttered the professor. "Where would you look if i told you to find me a bezoar?"Harry Potter looked at his lap in shame and whispered quietly, "i don't know, sir."

Hermione's hand was high in the air and begging to be called. But Snape didn't bother. "I see. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"Once again, Potter didn't respond. He was humiliated in front of his whole class. Malfoy laughing didn't make it any better. "Tut tut, fame clearly isn't everything."Snape drawled and decided to call someone else for his previous questions. Hermiones hand was begging, and though reluctantly, he was about to call her. He opened his mouth when suddenly, Y/N's hand rose calmly and patiently. "Miss L/N?", "Powdered root of asphodel, added with an infusion of wormwood gives you a sleeping potion so strong it is called the Draught of Living Death, a bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat, and monkshood is the same plant as wolfsbane, just under a different name." Y/N explained lazily and Snape's brow rose again. "I see. Someone who is competent, why aren't you writing all of this down?" There was a bustling cacophony of quills and satchels and parchment after Snape said that. Snape leaned over his desk and drawled, "Five points for Slytherin", earning a grin from Y/N.

Snape resented the sound of socialization and laughter, he thought it was all merely a façade to cover up the fact that everyone is dead inside, truthfully. But he didn't mention any of it, no. He'd only stare and glare at everyone across the Hall, dark eyes and slick black hair camouflaging him. Unfortunately, as much as he tried to camouflage himself, he stood out the most with his depressing jet-black robes.

The hall went quite silent as Hagrid arrived, a lamp in his burly, thick hand and he was waving the other one. Each time the man took a step, everyone swore they could hear the whole Hall thud and shake. Rubeus Hagrid, the half-giant, swept the first-years with glistening black beetle-eyes, and a matted, long, brown beard. " 'lright, step along, step along! C'mon, don' be shy!" , he exclaimed as herds of frightened eleven-year old children swarmed the Hall. This was hell, thought Snape. Another year of teaching various types of dunces.. Each stupid in their own way.

Though one did catch his eye.

A girl with a grim expression. Black, sharp eyes that stood out from the wide, deer-like eyes that lurked in the crowd of children. She was taller and more developed than the others, also... A bit dark-looking. McGonagall rose to her feet and took out her trusty scroll of ancient parchment, clearing her throat to list off the students and start the ceremony.

"Abott, Hannah?"She boomed, and a blonde little girl with round cheeks rose from the herd, approaching the chair with buckling knees and a frightened face. As she sat down, McGonagall put the frayed and patched old hat on her head and it chuckled. Hanah Abott flinched distastefully. "Aaah, an easy one.. Patience, loyalty, kindness, hard-working... This might be a... 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅!" the hat echoed, and the yellow Hufflepuff table at the very right cheered and clapped. McGonagall sucked in a breath and called the next one.

"Granger, Hermione!" A small, bushy-haired girl emerges from the herd of children, walking up to the chair with a bit more noted confidence. Her front teeth were rather large as she bared them in anxiety, like a bunny. The hat laughed, "Difficult one, i see.. Intelligence, but also courage and boldness.. Ooh, difficult, i like it! Might be.. GRYFFINDOR!" The red table in the middle cheered, and Hermione Granger smiled, taking a seat next to Percy Weasley and shaking his hand. Another one was called in as Minerva adjusted her spectacles.

"Weasley, Ronald!" The small, frightened boy was freckled and red-haired, with wide blue eyes adorning his pale and nervous face. He was rather tall, still not taller than the girl that Snape took a close look at before. The little boy sat down and the hat was placed on his head. "Aaah.. I see, another Weasley.. I know JUST what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!" Once again, the red table in the middle clapped and whistled and cheered. Snape restrained himself from flying back to the dungeons, Minerva would strangle him if he did. Not to mention Dumbledore...

Draco Malfoy was called. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed and smug-looking little boy that everyone knew was from a family of pure blood Slytherins, wouldn't even have to have the hat placed on his small head to determine he belonged in Slytherin. With a smolder, the boy strode to the green table on the left and sat down next to his lakis. Finally, a Slytherin. Snape exhaled in relief.

But the ceremony was going far too good, Harry Potter was called in, and the whole Hall went silent.

The infamous boy with a scar sat down on the chair slowly, with the hat being placed on his head with significant reluctance. "Aahh, difficult.. Very difficult." The hat thought, and Harry blinked. "I see intelligence.. And a thirst to prove yourself, oh yes.. Difficult... Where shall i put you? Better beee, GRYFFINDOR!"the red table hurled with excitement and shook the boys hand repeatedly as they initiated conversation with him, Ron and Hermione.

Snape was frowning so deeply, he could feel his facial muscles straining. The child of his bully and love of his life, in the same Hogwarts house as his second-greatest enemy was.

But they quickly relaxed when he saw the grim-looking girl walk up after L/N F/N was called.

The tall child sat down patiently, with a completely calm expression on her face. The professors, even Dumbledore, swore they could hear the hat stagger or gasp someway. "The daughter of the auror.. Yees, yes.. I see how it is.. Even more difficult, where shall i place you? To what house is all of this intelligence, cunning, ambition, and boldness going.. Ooh, the patience in you is staggering!" The hat whined and the girl rolled her sharp black eyes. "Let me see... What trait dominates the other.. Ooh, yes! Now i know.. Better be... SLYTHERIN!"

the green table roared and the girl rose to her feet slowly, striding to the green table on the left with an indifferent expression on her face, but you could see her strong jaw clench in the slightest. Snape curled his lip and clapped. He had to, as the head of house. Of course, he always rejoiced internally when another student was placed into his house, but this one had something different about her. Something dark, but great, yes.

Something powerful.