T. K.: Hiya!

Tsuki: British literature and a Yankee authoress... hmm let me think about this.

T. K.: *reaches into hammerspace, pulls out her wand, and whaps her muse on the head* Ferroto! *smoke fills the room and where Tsuki stood now stands a white ferret*

Neko: *walks into the room and falls to the floor laughing*

T. K.: This is about Hermoine's daughter, who's at Hogwarts. I don't own Harry Potter. R&R!

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Charisma Granger-Malfoy sat down in her first class of the day. She loved this class; her potion skills were far beyond those of her other classmates mainly because she spent most of her summers at Snape Mansion with Draco and Professor Snape, although her skills did tend to make her the bane of both Slytherin and her house, Gryffindor. Charisma tossed her long, unruly brown hair over shoulder, pulled a rubber band out her robe pocket in case they did any actual potion making today, and pushed her silver framed oval glasses higher on her nose. Professor Severus Snape walked into the classroom and sat down behind his desk, waiting from the bell to ring so he could start deducting points from Gryffindor.

"I still can't believe that there is a Malfoy in Gryffindor," the Slytherin Albert Goyle remarked loud and stupidly as he sat down.

His friend in pummelling, Steve Crabbe added, just as loud and stupid, "It's 'cause her mother was that mudblood, Granger."

Charisma gripped her Potions book tightly and took a deep breath before fishing her wand out of her sleeve under the table and saying quietly, "Expelliarmus." Crabbe's and Goyle's chairs slammed into the desk behind them and the two hit the floor. Hard.

Charisma fought down a grin as she placed her wand back into her robe sleeve, while her friends, Trevor Longbottom and Derek Weasley stared at her. Brushing her hair out of her emerald green eyes she turned around and said, "You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. You never know what could happen." Hermoine Granger had died when Charisma was four in a magic accident, her mother's friend from the Ministry, Draco Malfoy, had adopted her and given her his name.

"And, Miss Malfoy has been in Gryffindors for six years," Professor Snape said walking up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'd think the shock should have worn off by now." Snape sneered at the two students of his house. "Now pick yourselves up off the floor and get out your books." Walking towards the front of the room Snape looked over the room of students and asked, "Where is Dante?"

As if on cue a blonde haired, grey-eyed boy in a Slytherin robe walked into the Potions lab and said, "Sorry I'm late, Sir." Dante Nevercry offered no excuses as to why he was late and Snape deducted no house points. Dante looked around the room for a seat, the last one being next to Charisma.

Dante looked at Crabbe and Goyle who both shrugged their over developed shoulders as if to say, Sorry. Derek turned around with a sorry look on his face that Charisma waved off.

Damn, she thought as he sneered at her. Damn, damn, damn.

Dante sat down next to her and said quietly, "Just try and keep your hands to yourself, Granger." Dante stressed the Granger, as did most people in Slytherin who chose to ignore the fact that Draco had adopted her.

Charisma smiled sweetly and Dante felt a shiver run through hi. It was the same smile she wore on the Quidditch Pitch as they told each other good luck and to fall off their brooms when they faced off. Charisma said, "Same to you, Nevercry."

Snape cleared his throat and Charisma turned to look at him. "Today, you will be reading silently chapters Twenty-four to Twenty-seven. Get started."

Charisma sighed; she had already read those chapters. At least there is no chance of me being turned into a frog or anything like that, she thought, but a tiger on the other hand would be nice. Oh, wait I can do that without a potion. Charisma was an unregistered Animagi and the only person who knew was Draco. But then again who better to teach her than another unregistered Animagi?

Charisma flipped open her book and failed to notice Dante watching her from the corner of his eye. Charisma and Dante had a love\hate relation, as in they loved to hate each other. Both were captains of their teams and Seekers in their houses, both top of their classes, and both came from highly respected wizarding families. It was a competition to be better but neither could best the other. Dante looked away started reading.

Half of the class was over and Charisma pushed aside her book and pulled out a quill and some parchment.

Draco, she started the letter home. Sorry I haven't written in so long but things have been rather hectic here. I was just wondering if you would mind company over the holidays or if my presence at the manor would be an inconvenience. Charisma rolled her eyes as she read her own writing.

Everything here is fine, boring, but fine. Later tonight, Harry Potter is supposed to speak to the school. And I suspect that in Divination that old bat Trelawney will be predicting my imminent doom. Charisma smiled. Trelawney's record for predicting her death in class was four times in one hour. Gods know how much I look forward to that. Can you see the sarcasm on that, Draco, or should I have made it thicker?

The nightmares from this summer have come back and are getting worse; I'm losing a bit of sleep. I just thought you should know that and that I'm going to talk to Severus about something to stop them. I miss you and love you even if you can be an infuriating bastard.

Ciao, Dragon,

Charisma

Charisma looked over the letter and nodded her approval before folding it up and laying it beside her Potions book. Charisma's look around the class the caught Snape's eye.

'Are you finished?' he mouthed.

Charisma mouthed back, 'Yeah.'

Snape nodded and went back to grading homework. Charisma pulled a crumpled piece of parchment from her bag and laid it front of herself. She read over what she had written the night before. This story seemed better last night, she thought. Maybe, it was because I was tired and just wanted the idea out of my head. Whatever. Charisma crumpled the parchment back up and stuck into her bag.

Placing another piece of parchment in front of herself she picked up her silent quill. It was a gift from Trevor and it came in handy at night when she needed to write and everyone was asleep. It actually made no noise. Charisma dipped the quill into her inkwell filled with green ink that Derek said matched her eyes.

No wand, no flint, not even a match.

"How are we going to make it through the night?" Sakura asked.

Kenneth shrugged and said, "We could always keep each other warm."

Sakura smiled invitingly and crawled closer to Kenneth.

The door to the Potions Lab opened and Professor Dumbledore walked in, Charisma looked up quickly and accidentally blotted her paper. Damn, yet again, she thought.

"Professor Snape," Dumbledore said smiling cheerily at the now scowling Snape. "There's someone here you should say hello to." Snape's scowl deepened but he followed the Headmaster at any rate.

"Why do I get the feeling we're going to lose points when he gets back?" Derek asked turning to Charisma.

Charisma smiled cheekily at Derek and said, "Maybe we won't if you turn around and at least give the appearance of reading the assignment." Derek's face turned a shade of red that rivalled his hair as he scowled.

Trevor looked at Charisma and said, "Can he help it if he's like his father?"

Charisma smiled. They were all a lot like their parents. Derek would rather be anywhere but in class, Trevor would rather be in any class but Potions but really liked Herbology. Charisma would rather be in class than anywhere unless it was to play Quidditch, but she got that from living with Draco.

Dante snorted at the three and said, "Would you shut up, I'm trying to read."

Charisma rolled her eyes and said, "If you were really trying, our conversation wouldn't bother you. Besides we aren't the only ones talking, so why don't you tell everyone else to be quiet as well?" Dante sneered at her and turned back to his book, as did the rest of the class as the door opened.

Snape stormed in muttering under his breath and the whole class knew what was coming next. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." As Dante had done, Snape gave no reason for the deduction and sat down at his desk. Charisma acted as if she were reading but was watching Snape as his face turned an ugly shade of purple.

I reiterate, damn.

Charisma sat silently willing class to end and finally got her wish as Snape stood and said, "Dismissed." Everyone gathered their things and filed out of the door, except Charisma who knew that Snape didn't have a class for a period and neither did she after dropping Arthimancy in November.

"Is something wrong?" Charisma asked.

Snape gave a start, having previously been ignorant of Charisma's presence. Snape gave a sighing laugh and said, "Just Harry bloody Potter."

"Ah," Charisma said. She knew that Snape didn't care for the Boy Who Lived, and neither did he care for James Potter, though the man had saved Snape's life once upon a time. "Is it really necessary for the sins of the father to be visited on the son?" Charisma asked.

Snape massaged his brow and answered, "No."

"Then why do it?" Charisma asked. "Besides," she continued skirting his desk and standing behind him, "you get horribly tense when you talk about any of the Potters." Charisma started massaging his shoulders. Snape propped elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his hands as Charisma worked the knots out of his shoulders.

Snape smiled and let out a groan as Charisma found a particularly large knot and started working it out. "Well, I know you didn't stay here when you could be on the Quidditch field for the next hour without good reason. So what do you need?"

Charisma continued to work on his shoulders and said, "I need something to stop the nightmares I've been having."

Snape turned to look at Charisma. "What kind of nightmares?" he asked.

"Just your average, run of the mill nightmares." Charisma stared at the back of his neck and at the area she was working on.

"Yeah," Snape said, unconvinced.

Charisma eyes closed tightly and said, "The same one from this summer." Charisma opened her eyes and made her second request, "I also need you to send a letter to Draco. I don't think he got my last one."

Snape eyebrows furrowed as he asked, "You sent your owl?"

"Yeah, and Draco always sends his letter back with him but Hamlet came back two days later and I haven't heard a word from Draco in a month."

"Hmm. Strange. It's unlike Draco to not answer you right away." Snape patted her hand and said, "Thank you." Charisma dropped her hands and walk to the edge of his desk.

Leaning on a corner of his desk, Charisma picked up an empty vial and turned it over in her hands to keep her fingers busy. "Well, if he doesn't answer this letter, I'm going home for Yule," she said.

"That's only a week away," Snape said.

Charisma nodded. "The list to stay here hasn't been passed around in the Gryffindor Tower."

Snape shook his head. "Minerva's cutting it close this year."

Charisma nodded and looked at her watch. She leaned down and fished the letter out of her Potions book. "Here's the letter." Snape took the letter and watched a second. "Thank you, Severus."

"No problem, Charisma. Thank you for the massage and for getting my mind off the Potters," Snape said. "I'll send this now and if Draco gets it, I'll have an elf bring you the reply." Charisma put the vial back on his desk, then leaned over hugged Snape, who hugged her back. "On with you now. Don't want you to be late for that old bat Trelawney's thing she calls a class." Charisma laughed and left the Potions Lab.

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"Ah, bugger!" Charisma cried running through the halls. Trelawney had broken her record today on death predictions with a whopping ten, then had kept Charisma after class to give her the worst news yet...

"You will meet a tall, dark haired man, with eyes the colour of emeralds," Madam Trelawney had said. "He knew your mother very well and will have news that will turn your life upside-down."

Charisma shook the prediction off and continued on her way to History of Magic.

BAM! Charisma hit the floor hard and her things spilled everywhere. "Watch where you're..." Charisma trailed off as she saw just whom she had ran into. He was tall, and the white tee shirt he wore showed that he was skinny but muscular and about 5'11". Harry Potter stood over her with a stunned look on his face.

"Hermoine?" he asked studying her.

Charisma smirked. "No, but as close as you're going to get. I'm her daughter, Charisma." Charisma quickly got to her feet and gathered her things. "You're Harry Potter, right?" Harry nodded dumbly. Draco was right, he's not the brightest crayon in the box. "Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter but I'm late for class. Cheerio!"

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