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Don't look at me like that!

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Please don't!

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Yes, I know I already have a billion stories going that aren't being updated, and this will probably be put in line with those, but I really wanted to post it.

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And hey, you're the one that clicked on this!

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-sigh- I really hope you like this. Really, I do. I'll try to update, but who knows. True Identity always comes first. -smile-

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I don't own anyone but Sarah...that is all. Read on.

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HP

The sounds of children and parents saying their good-byes or rushing to and fro made Platform 9 3/4 a busy place. Many of the parents held on tightly to their children, not wanting to let go because of the events at the Quidditch World Cup. But there was one girl trying to get through all the bustle and to the train.

She had her dark, long black hair pulled into a messy ponytail and was a bit on the short side. The girl, who would be starting her forth year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry looked around at all the parents and children nervously. This surprised her more than anything. It wasn't like her to be nervous, not at all.

Taking a deep breath she climbed onto the Hogwarts express and began to walk down the halls, searching for a compartment. She stopped in front of a compartment with three teens that looked to be her age. One was a girl with bushy brown hair and a boy with bright red hair, but these two weren't why she stopped, it was the third occupant that she was staring at.

He was sitting across from the other two, a troubled look on his features. He had fly-away hair that stuck up everywhere and round glasses that, luckily, didn't cover his bright green eyes. He was very handsome. She blushed at the thought, but opened the compartment door and cleared her throat.

The trio looked up at her silently and she blushed again, something that wasn't like her either. "Hello," she said quietly, which was very new as well. "Can I sit with you? I can't find another place."

"That's fine with me," said the girl, then she turned to her friends. "What about you two?" Both boys nodded in agreement, though the dark haired boy seemed a little hesitant. "What's your name?" asked the girl again.

"Sarah," she answered sitting next to the dark haired boy.

"I'm Hermione Granger," introduced the girl, then she mentioned to the red head next to her. "This is Ron Weasley and that's Harry Potter." Hermione pointed to the boy beside her.

That surprised Sarah. This was the Harry Potter. Her mother always told stories about him and said that she went to school with his father and mother. . .

"I don't think I've seen you here before," said Hermione, pulled Sarah from her thoughts.

"Oh, that's 'cause you wouldn't, this is my first year here," answered Sarah, trying not to look at Harry. She couldn't without blushing.

Hermione smiled. "Really? That's strange; I don't think I've heard of anyone doing that."

Sarah smiled back at Hermione. She seemed really friendly. "Yeah, I know. Dumbledore pulled a few strings for me. I was being sent to another school but my mom and dad thought it would be better for me here."

"Why?" asked Harry, speaking for the first time.

Fighting down a blush she glanced at him. "It's closer to my dad," she started. "My mom and dad split up a few months after I was born, and I didn't even know I had a dad until I was ten; that's when I finally met him." Sarah smiled at the looks on their faces and laughed. "Yeah, I know. Anyways, my dad and mom have been talking about it for a while now and finally decided that it would be a good time to do so. We live pretty close to my dad now..."

"That's good," said Harry smiling.

"Yeah, it is," agreed Sarah, beginning to become more comfortable. She was barely blushing anymore. (Barely) "My dad is a really cool guy, actually. I loved his visits during the summers and I found we have a lot of things in common and this summer when we moved I was able to see his house for the first time." Sarah laughed. "He's been spoiling me ever since the first visit, something to make up for not being with me for the first ten years of my life. It's pretty cool." Everyone in the compartment laughed along with Sarah.

"So what year are you going into?" asked the other boy named Ron.

"Fourth," answered Sarah.

"Us, too," said Hermione. "What subjects do you like?"

Ron and Harry groaned just as Sarah was opening her mouth to say 'Potions.' "Hermione," said Ron. "Why do you have to bring up school before the year starts?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but kept silent. Ron turned back to Sarah. "Do you like Quidditch?"

"A little," admitted Sarah. "I haven't been exposed to it very much, though my mom said that she was a huge fan of the Quidditch games when she was here in Hogwarts."

"Your mum went here?" asked Harry curiously.

"Yep," answered Sarah. "She was in Gryffindor, actually." Sarah smiled at Harry. "She was telling me about the games; she even took some pictures of them and said that her favorite parts usually involved a certain James Potter."

The dumfounded look on the trio's face was priceless and Sarah couldn't help but laugh. Finally, Harry spoke. "Your mum knew my dad?"

Sarah shrugged. "Only a little, but more in their seventh year. She was friends with your mum, Lily Evans, but she says when Lily started to date James in their last year that she was forced to spend every waking moment with them and his friends."

Sarah saw Harry get a clouded look on his face as she explained this to him. "Sorry," said Harry blushing after he noticed that he hadn't spoken for a while. "It's just that . . . I've met my dad's friends, but I've never even heard of any of my mum's friends . . . Thanks."

Sarah was taken back for a moment, then blushed. "No prob, my pleasure."

The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts went by smoother than the ice-breaking conversations and Sarah learned a lot about the three she considered friends, though they had only just met. When they climbed out of the train and to the horseless carriages her nervousness began to come. She was being sorted in only a few minutes.

Harry noticed her pale face and whispered to her. "The sorting isn't all bad, you know." She sent him a smile as a huge man walked over to her.

"Are you Sarah?" he asked, then he looked over a Harry. "Oh, hey Harry."

"Hello, Hagrid," replied Harry.

"Yes, I'm Sarah," replied Sarah as well.

"Then follow me, you'll be taking the boats with the first years." Sarah nodded and turned toward Harry, Ron and Hermione who all sent her a reassuring smile.

The boat ride to Hogwarts was filled with thinking and fretting on Sarah's part, but she couldn't help but gasp when Hogwarts finally came into view. It was beautiful! Sarah stepped out of her boat, then helped the star struck first years out of some of the boats as well. When they arrived in front of what Sarah assumed was the Great Hall her mum and dad told her about. Professor McGonagall, also someone who was described by her parents, came and led them into the Great Hall and Sarah quickly spotted Harry and the others. They waved at her and she nodded back at them.

When she and the first years were gathered at the front of the Hall, Professor Dumbledore stood up and began to speak. "This year will be very exciting for you all, but I will explain why later. First I must tell you some other great news.

"We have a fourth year joining our humble school, so please make her as welcome as the first years as they are sorted. Thank you." The Hall clapped politely as Dumbledore sat down.

Professor McGonagall began to call out names and throughout all of them Sarah tried not to look up into the eyes at the head table that she knew were watching her. Finally, Professor McGonagall started with the 'S' names and after a few others before hers, her name was called. "Snape, Sarah."

Taking a deep breath and ignoring all the whispers that followed her up to the stool and the Sorting Hat she looked briefly at her father, Severus Snape, who was watching her from the head table. He also sent her an encouraging smile as the hat was slipped on her head.

"Ahhh, the fourth year I was told about," said a voice in her head that almost made her jump. "I can see you have some of your father's qualities, though you are more like your mother, as is expected, since you were raised by her." The hat paused for a moment. "I do not think you would do well in Slytherin like your father, thought you have the sarcasm a true Slytherin has." Sarah smiled at that. She did pride herself on her trademark sarcasm. "I think that you will do the best in Gryffindor, like your mother, Samantha. What do you think?"

Sarah didn't speak out loud, instead she thought her answer. "I think that is best," she answered.

"Very good," said the hat. "And with that I place you in GRYFFINDOR!"

Taking a deep breath of relief, Sarah took off the hat and stood. As she started to walk to the Gryffindor table she noticed that only Dumbledore and her father were clapping, but as she neared Harry and his friends, Hermione began to clap and so did Harry, though his face was full of different emotions. A few others from the Gryffindor table clapped as well, but they all seemed shocked.

As the sorting continued Sarah looked up at her dad, who smiled at her discreetly. Little did Sarah know, Harry was having an internal battle with himself.

"Her dad is Snape, of all people!" Harry looked at Sarah for a moment. "But she seems so nice, nothing like him. I guess because . . . she wasn't raised by him, she was raised by her mum, who was a Gryffindor. Wait a sec," thought Harry. "Snape married a Gryffindor! That's surprising." Harry paused for a few moments. "What am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm judging her, just like people judge me because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived." Mentally he slapped himself. He was being exactly what he hated. "I guess I'll give her a chance, besides, she seemed really friendly on the train."

Finally the sorting ended and the food appeared in front of them all. Sarah put some food on her plate then looked over to Harry, who was staring at her. "What?" she asked as she blushed, and to her surprise, Harry blushed as well!

"Sorry," he muttered. "I'm just surprised. . .that you're Snape's daughter."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Harry hesitated a moment. "Well . . . he isn't exactly the friendliest professor here..."

Finally it hit Sarah. "And he must hate you."

"How did you know?" asked Harry in surprise.

Sarah smiled sadly. "My mom told me that James and my dad weren't the best of friends, despite the fact that both of their girl friends were best friends." She looked up to her father who was talking to Professor Dumbledore. "Sorry about that, I'm sure your potion classes couldn't have been too much fun."

"Ha, that's an understatement," said Harry dryly. "But thanks." Then he began to eat his dinner.

"Wait," said Sarah in surprise. "You're still going to be my... friend?" she asked.

"Sure," said Harry. "I know how it is to be judged because of your past; because of something you can't control. I'm gonna get to know you, then make a decision about you." He smirked at her. "Only seems fair."

"Harry is right," said Hermione across from them. "We don't even know you yet, we can't hate you just because you're Professor Snape's daughter." She turned to Ron. "Right, Ron?"

Ron seemed to be thinking it over, for he hated Snape most of all. Finally he sighed at Hermione's death glare. "Fine."

"Thanks," said Sarah quietly.

After the feast was over Professor Dumbledore introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Moody, then to everyone surprise he announced that Hogwarts would be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Sarah heard the groans of many students, including two red headed twins a few seats away from where they were sitting, when Dumbledore said that there was an age limit.

Harry leaned over to her and whispered. "Fine by me, at least I know that I'll have a quiet year for once." Sarah giggled at that. Harry, Ron and Hermione had clued her in on some of the details of their first three years, thought not everything, she was sure.

HP

The next day the Gryffindors had Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures in the morning, with the Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins, respectfully. Herbology passed by without incident, but Care of Magical Creatures was a different story.

Malfoy and his gang walked over to the trio, plus Sarah, before class started. "So you're Snape's daughter, are you?" he asked. Sarah raised an eyebrow, but then nodded. "Then how could you have ended up in Gryffindor?" He looked over to Harry and sneered. "Not only that, but you've reduced yourself to associating with Potter and his brigade. I'm sure your father is so proud."

Harry was about to open his mouth for a comeback, but Sarah beat him to it. "Excuse me, but I believe I can tell if my father is proud of me or not," she sneered, doing a perfect impression of Snape (It was a bit disturbing.). "And I don't need you telling me who I should associate with, thank you."

Malfoy glared at her for a moment, then stalked off. "Jerk," muttered both Sarah and Harry at the same time, they laughed as they exchanged looks.

The day after that was Sarah's first Potions class. She seemed a little nervous as she walked down do the dungeons with the trio, who she was becoming very good friends with. "What do you think he'll do?" she asked. "I don't know if he's going to favor me or treat me like he does all the other Gryffindors." In the past two days her new friends had been telling her about how her father treated Gryffindors.

"I'm not sure, Sarah," answered Hermione. "But I'm sure it will be fine."

When they walked into the Potions classroom Harry and Sarah sat together in the second row table and Hermione and Ron sat behind them. The class, which they were sharing with the Slytherins, again, continued to file in. Then Snape stalked in like he usually did on the first day; since this was their fourth year of this no one jumped in surprise, with the exception of Sarah.

Snape assigned the Potion that they would be making, then began to circle the room. Neville Longbottom managed to melt six cauldrons in the entire class, which was a new record for him. At the end of class Snape walked around to each person and commented on their potions. He stopped in front of Harry's with an even more hate filled glare than usual. "Well, Potter, I see we're off to another horrible start. This potion is not fit for anything." Then he banished the potion completely and all Harry could do was bite his tongue.

Snape walked over to Sarah, who's potion was exactly how the book described it. "Ah, Miss Snape," he said with a small grin. "Another perfect potion I see."

Sarah smirked in her dad's direction. "Oh, why thank you professor," she said smartly.

Then Snape ordered them to clean up and bottle their potions for grading. Just as the bell rang he called out, "Oh, Miss Snape, I would like a word with you." Sarah looked a Harry, who was packing up his bag.

"I'll be okay," she said. "Wait outside and I'll be right there." Harry nodded and walked out of the room with Hermione and Ron, all three turned around to listen to the conversation.

"You wanted something, Professor?" Sarah asked with a smirk again.

Snape grinned at her. "You are enjoying this way too much."

"Yeah, just a little," agreed Sarah.

Snape shook his head. "I'm very proud of you, for getting into Gryffindor like your mother," he started. "She was thrilled when I wrote her." Then Snape became serious. "Contrary to popular belief, I have no problem with you being in Gryffindor, though I am the Head of Slytherin. I do on the other hand have a problem with the people you are hanging out with."

"What?" asked Sarah sharply.

"Potter and his little group," said Snape. "I do not want you hanging out with them, they are too arrogant for their own good."

"Dad," started Sarah. It was obvious that she was trying to keep her temper in control. "I do not think they are arrogant, as you put it, they are friendly. They don't care that I'm your daughter, unlike most of my fellow Gryffindors at the moment. They can't seem to get past my relationship with you because, as I've learned, you have quite the reputation here. Harry, Ron and Hermione, on the other hand, have seen past that.

"Besides," continued Sarah. "I know the true reason you don't want me hanging out with them. You still can't get over that grudge with James Potter and are taking it out on his son; you even believe him to be like him."

"How do you know . . ." started Snape, but Sarah cut him off.

"Mum told me, of course," said Sarah smiling. "It did come up when she was telling me about her life at Hogwarts." Then Sarah made her lower lip pout. "And I just wanted to know more about my dad's life."

"That doesn't work on me," said Snape dryly. "And it doesn't matter. I do not want you hanging out with Potter. Fell free to pick any other friend you want, just not him or his friends."

"Dad, don't you trust me to make my own decisions?" demanded Sarah.

"Nope," said Snape shortly.

"Fine, don't trust me," sniffed Sarah putting her arms in front of her chest. Then she smirked. "But I'm still going to make my own decisions." Then she walked out of the classroom, leaving her father speechless.

When she arrived outside the classroom her friends were standing there trying to look innocent. She sighed. "You heard every word, didn't you?"

"No," answered Ron at the same time Harry and Hermione said, "Yes."

Sarah shrugged and began to walk, the trio following her. "It's okay, you know, I don't care. In fact, I'm glad you heard it, 'cause it's all true. I'm going to pick my own friends, and my dad isn't."

"Thanks, Sarah," said Harry.

"No prob," said Sarah smiling. "It was so worth it to see the look on his face."

HP

Why is it that all my original characters are girls with a love of sarcasm? Oh, because I'm a girl with a love of sarcasm. Ha! You love me, all of you!

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