A Change by a True Slytherin: Miss Snow
Note: I am not sold on the chapter name.
Note 2: This is a rewrite of my A Change Part 1, story. I will keep the same plot elements and most the key points, but there will be a lot of change.
Pairings: Harry x Snow, Susan x Neville, Asriel X Luna, Hermione x Snape, Draco x Fay, Toriel x Asgore, Undyne x Alphys.
I need pairing ideas for Frisk, though.
Story Beta: Schmacklar
Words: 4136
Chapter 1: Different
Snowdonna (Snow) Dreamurr was the first through the barrier on the day she, Frisk and Asriel were supposed to go to Hogwarts.
A couple of months earlier, three letters had arrived at the Dreamurr household: one for each of the children. This had caused a lot of confusion with the three children and their parents: Toriel and Asgore. None of them had heard of Hogwarts, nor any of the things on the list such as 'Dumbledore' and the books on the list. They didn't think it was a joke, as they all knew magic existed, but this letter was just confusing, especially when Toriel and Asgore didn't see why the children needed to go to a special school to learn magic when they could teach them magic, themselves.
The next day, a stern looking witch dressed in green called by. She was Professor McGonagall, and she worked at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall explained about the magic world, Hogwarts, and answered all their questions. Snow at least had heaps of them. She took them shopping for school supplies when Toriel and Asgore decided Frisk, Asriel and Snow should go. The shopping experience had been hard and stressful for Toriel and Asgore because they had to keep an eye on all the kids: they were excited and kept wandering off to look at something, or would be looking at something and get left behind.
Asriel loved the plant shop. Toriel found it odd ever since he'd been brought back to life with Frisk's magic, he had suddenly developed a love of plants. Not that anyone minded; but it took both Frisk and Snow to be able to drag him out when they had everything.
Though, Asriel returned the favour when they reached the bookshop and Snow didn't want to leave. While they were in the bookshop, Frisk, Asriel and Snow had split up. Frisk had been minding her own business when some overweight boys started picking on her. "Wow, look at the little Mudblood here, Crab," said one.
"Yeah! Isn't she tiny? We better be careful, or we will stand on her," the other said. Then they started laughing.
Frisk's hazel eyes were full of fear: she didn't know what these boys were talking about, but it wasn't nice! Especially when she was pretty sure they were picking on her about her glasses.
They threw a few more insults at her before Asriel came around. Realising what they were doing, he cried, "Hey! Leave my sister alone!"
"Oh? Little Mudblood doesn't have any family so she has to go running to the monsters!" one of the fat boys said.
"Crab! Goyle! Are you deaf?! Your mothers are calling you!" A blonde haired boy cried.
"Oh, alright, Malfoy. You got off easily this time, Mudblood," they said, then they left.
"Sorry about that: they're very stupid. I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said.
"Nice to meet you, and thank you," Frisk said, still feeling shaken.
"Thank you: I'm Asriel Dreamurr," Asriel said.
Then Toriel and Asgore came. "Are you two alright? Someone said you were being picked on!" Toriel said, charging at Frisk and Asriel, and pulling them into a hug.
"Mum! Let go!" Asriel cried. Asriel, being a goat-like monster, had cream fur and little horns. He had blue eyes and was about the same height as Frisk. He was quite chunkily built, which wasn't surprising. His parents looked pretty similar.
Frisk wasn't pleased either: but she wiggled free. It was quite clever, or that's what the short, black-haired girl told herself.
"Are they your family?" Draco asked her in surprise.
"Yes, they are," Frisk nodded.
Then an Italian looking black-haired boy joined them. "Draco, what are you up to now?" he asked.
"Nothing! Just helping Frisk and Asriel out of a spot," Draco said hastily.
"Oh, nice to meet you: I'm Blaise Zabini," Said the black-haired boy.
A blonde-haired couple approached. The man asked, "What is happening?"
"Father, Crab and Goyle were picking on these two!" Draco said waving his hand at Frisk and Asriel.
"Oh, were they; luckily you helped them, wasn't it?" the man said. Then Asriel, Toriel and Asgore approached and they started talking.
Snow had been looking for everyone, and she had just found them! Talking with some blonde people. She watched for a little while, partly hidden behind a bookcase. A person next to her said, sounding sad, "Poor monster family: the only reason the Malfoys are being so nice is because of their profile as a family. Well that is assuming that male moster is who I think he is, which is Asgore, the King of Monsters."
"Oh, really?" Snow said. She didn't know much about the wizarding world, but she decided to be careful of this Malfoy family.
"Yes, nasty bunch the Malfoys," he said, then he walked off.
As Snow plotted her plan of action, the Malfoys and a black-haired boy left. With them gone, she went over to everyone.
"Snow! There you are! Wizards are so nice! Some nice boy helped Frisk and Asriel when they were being bullied!" Toriel said, still sounding upset.
"Well, that's nice of them," said Snow putting on a fake smile. Because they had all the books, they were able to leave and meet up with professor McGonagall outside.
They went to the pet shop next, where they lost Frisk: but when they needed to leave they didn't have to drag her out (much to Asriel and Snow's dismay).
There was a bit of conflict with what pet they got; as they all wanted something different. Asriel wanted an owl while Snow and Frisk wanted a cat; a different sort of cat, too. Snow wanted a big fluffy white one, while Frisk wanted a scrawny, thin, black cat. They ended up getting the owl because Toriel was worried about scaring the cat away.
The wand shop was an interesting experience; the three children had to have wands specially made for them: Snow had a twelve-inch, Walnut wand with the core containing a basilisk fang. The wand was apparently quite stiff and good for dark arts (the look McGonagall gave Snow puzzled her, Toriel, Asgore and Frisk. Asriel didn't notice), and it was quite ornate. It apparently was most suited to witty, sometimes cold, collected, smart and calculating type; which as Asriel so helpfully said, suited Snow right down to a T.
Asriel had a ten-inch wand with pine as the wood and his mother's hair used as the core. This wand was good for light arts; apparently. This wand was suited to someone with power, but was very kind and loyal, and would always try to do the right thing by everyone. After a bit of thinking, Toriel said that that sounded like Asriel.
Frisk was a bit trickier; her wand was very long. The length of it was fourteen and a half inches. Willow was used as the wood and a griffin feather as the core. This wand was a good all-around wand and extremely flexible. It was suited to someone very brave, like Frisk.
While Toriel and Asgore thought Ollivander was amusing, Frisk, Asriel and Snow all thought he was creepy; especially when he kept staring at Snow as if he was trying to remember something. Because wand shopping could take a while, Professor McGonagall took them there last, which meant now it was time to go home. They went home after Professor McGonagall gave instructions on how to get to the train; or more specifically, onto the platform.
The three of them had been very excited that week; and when they told Alphys, Undyne, Sans and Papyrus: they were also very excited. Asriel had to lend Papyrus 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them' so Papyrus could look for skeletons in the book. He was disappointed when he didn't find them, though.
Toriel and Asgore must have liked the Malfoys, as they came over for lunch twice. Both times Snow found Blaise especially, really annoying. Both times she hid in her bedroom until Toriel noticed she wasn't there; then she had to come and sit with them.
When it came to the first of September, everyone went to the Train Station to see Asriel, Frisk and Snow off. When they got there, -even though Professor McGonagall had given them instructions and everything- they still had trouble finding the platform. In the end, Snow thought about what the Professor said, then she gently pushed her Trolley against the wall between platform nine and ten. After a while of pushing, she went through. As Snow went through, she hoped someone else had seen her otherwise they'd probably never work it out. Well, Papyrus might; but since it was a riddle, none of the others were likely to.
When Snow reached the other side, she saw a scarlet steam train waiting for them with 'Hogwarts Express' written on the front. On the platform, there were cats, owls, toads and many other creatures and children going in all directions. There were crying children, crying parents: it was very noisy and hectic. Snow hated it. Sans and Papyrus might like it, but she hated it.
When everyone else was through; and they had found Snow again, Toriel said softly, "You three should find a compartment in the middle: that's the safest place to be. Now, be good and see you at Christmas."
"Yes! Do well in your classes, punks!" said Undyne fiercely, causing a few people nearby to look at her wearily.
"Don't forget to play lots of jokes!" Sans said, being Sans.
"SANS! DON'T LISTEN TO THAT IDIOT, FRISK! ASRIEL! SNOW!" Papyrus said, wanting to whack his brother, but he didn't because of the children around.
"Have fun," Alphys said, facepalming at the Skeleton brothers' antics.
"Yes, and don't listen to Sans, okay?" Asgore said, making sure he stayed on Toriel's good side. Then they all had a hug. After about the third hug they had been given by Toriel, Frisk whispered to her, "Go; you are attracting quite a lot of attention."
And it was true: there was quite a crowd nearby, watching them. Because the monsters hadn't been on the surface that long, people were still finding them unusual and interesting. Plus, they were seeing off two human children, which made it all the more interesting and weird.
"Alright, see you," the adults said. Then they went back through the barrier while Frisk, Asriel and Snow boarded the train, which Snow had been getting very impatient to board: she had been giving large sighs to show it.
They entered in the middle; and the second carriage they passed had Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, (along with nine others) inside. Draco and Blaise were a couple of boys Asriel became friends with while they were at Diagon Alley. Frisk quite liked them too, while Snow tolerated them if she had to; but she tended to prefer to avoid them. Well, Blaise in particular. She didn't have as much of a problem with Draco.
Because of meeting Blaise and Draco though, they were invited into the compartment, and Asriel and Frisk went in. Snow sneakily snuck off because she didn't want to go in. Snow was a bit of a loner from the fact she preferred to sit with people she knew rather than brunch out: and she differently didn't want to sit with Blaise and Draco, especially when they had nine others in with them. This meant she didn't want to sit in the compartments with one or two people in them: she wanted to sit in one by herself; which proved quite challenging to find.
Eventually, Snow reached the end of the train where she found an empty compartment to take up residence in. She put her trunk in the overhead rack, and she placed Beatrix's cage near the window; then she got Beatrix some seed and some water. When the train started off, Snow pulled out a book and started reading it: the first hour and a bit of the trip was going to be leaving the city, then the suburbs; which was not very interesting for watching.
About half an hour later, the compartment door opened after a light knock. Snow looked up from her book to see her visitor was a short, black, messy haired boy with green eyes and glasses. He was shorter than Snow. Snow was tall for her age, but she still thought that Frisk, who was shorter than normal, would be taller than this boy. His height made him look eight-year-old!
"Can I sit in here?" the boy asked hopefully.
"Sure; just I might have my siblings joining me. But, might is the operative word," Snow said begrudgingly. She didn't want to let him sit in with her, but she didn't really have an excuse not to let him unless she wanted to be rude.
The boy came in, and the first thing he did was put his trunk on the overhead rack and his owl next to Beatrix. He gave his owl some water and a bit of food; then, he sat down across from Snow. Snow said knowing she should introduce herself, "I'm Snowdonna; just by the way."
"Oh! My names Harry; Snowdonna," The boy, Harry said.
"Oh, by the way: DON'T CALL ME SNOWDONNA! Call me Snow or, Donna. Please," Snow said ending with calmness. She hated her name, and she was still sore at Toriel for naming her that.
"Alright: I'll call you Snow," Harry said after thinking for a few minutes.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Snow asked Harry, being not sure where he'd go, and curious to find out where he thought.
"I'm not sure: anywhere but Slytherin though," Harry said. He had heard from Hagrid that everyone who went into Slytherin turned bad or was bad. If there was one thing Harry didn't want to happen, it was to be feared to be or actually turn bad.
"Why? Did you have a bad run-in with a Slytherin?" Snow asked tilting her head, not being able to see why Harry would be so certain about a house.
"No: but, that's where all the bad wizards come from!" declared Harry strongly.
"I guess; but I'm pretty sure I remember Professor McGonagall saying that good and bad wizards come from all the houses," Snow said realising someone with a very strong opinion had been telling Harry about the houses, or more particularly, a someone with a vendetta against Slytherin house.
"Maybe. What's your last name?" Harry asked, taking a liking to Snow.
"Dreamurr. But just follow the sorter: they will know where you belong; or so I'm told," Snow said, remembering Professor McGonagall sternly telling them to go where they belonged when they got sorted.
"Wait, you've met Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked; going back and thinking about what Snow had just said.
Snow nodded, "Yes, she came just after we got our letters and showed us the Wizard world. Are you from a wizard family, then?"
"Sort of. My parents are wizards, but I grew up with my Muggle relatives. What was McGonagall like? I had Hagrid bring my letter," Harry said, curious.
"Stern and strict. I wonder if Hagrid is another teacher? Anyway, what's your last name?" Snow asked, returning the favour.
"Potter," Harry answered nervously; knowing he was famous when he didn't want to be.
Then Snow said trying not to laugh realising what Harry was nervous about, "Come on, Harry! You could be the famous Harry Potter, and you could not be, too. I don't really care: as far as I'm concerned, you're just a person."
"I guess that's true. Hey, Snow, are you alright? You are very pale," Harry asked. He had spent enough time in Hospital areas to know quite a bit about health and illnesses. One thing that stuck in his mind more than everything else was someone being pale.
"Oh, I'm just naturally pale. When the Dreamurrs first adopted me, I was always down at the doctors because of that and my eyes are such a pale green. It took about ten doctors saying that's just what I look like for them to calm down," Snow said dryly, tucking some of her long, light, blonde hair behind an ear.
"Ah. Which class do you think will be your favourite?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"DADA! I hope we cover Dark Arts in later years: because my wand is apparently good for it," Snow said stroking her wand (after pulling it out of her pocket).
"Okay. I am thinking Potions," Harry said. Potions indeed sounded really fun: Harry did like standing over a stove for hours to prepare a meal. Pity he didn't get to eat what he cooked, normally.
"Say, how is your theory going? I want to go over mine with someone," Snow asked, starting to feel comfortable around Harry.
"Sure," Harry said, then they went over their theory from the books.
As they did so, Snow curious about why Harry was so short asked, "When did you turn eleven?"
"31st of July: why? And what about you?" Harry asked, finding it a very odd question.
"Oh, just wondering, that's all. My birthday is the 30th of August; and that date being too late, I had to wait a year before I was invited to Hogwarts. So, you can probably guess from that that I'm twelve," Snow said.
A while later, there was a knock then a boy opened the door and asked, "Have you seen my toad, Trevor? I've lost him and if he's not found, my Gran is going to kill me."
"I have not seen a toad, fortunately," Snow said. She hated toads. There were heaps in the garden, and she would quite often catch one and throw it down the snake hole in the shrubs nearby the river; which was behind their home. The main problem with this was when she was caught: because Toriel didn't take kindly to her effectively killing innocent toads and frogs.
"Isn't there a spell that can find lost things?" Harry asked, not seeing why there wouldn't be.
"Maybe, I'll go and ask an older student. Oh sorry! I'm Neville," said Neville smiling nervously.
Snow said, "Hi, I'm Snow."
"And I'm Harry. Hey, Neville; will you join us when you find your toad?" Harry asked, much to Snow's dismay. It was not that she didn't like Neville, it was just she didn't like people, and she had only just started to like Harry enough to maybe call him a potential friend.
"Sure, I'll see you soon," said Neville nodding.
"I hope he finds his pet," started Snow when Neville left; to try and not show Harry her displeasure about Neville joining them. "it must be awful to lose one."
"Yes; I'd be upset if I lost Hedwig," Harry nodded.
"Hedwig the name of your owl? I wanted a cat, you know? But, Toriel was worried about it getting scared and running off, so we got an owl instead. Mind you, Frisk my sister wanted a cat too, while Asriel wanted an owl: and yet, I'm the one who looks after the owl most the time," Snow said, sadly waving to Beatrix's cage. She didn't have a problem with Beatrix, but since Asriel wanted the owl, he could look after it a bit more.
Then a bushy brown-haired girl came barged in, -without even knocking- she said, sounding bossy, "Have you seen a toad? Neville has lost one."
"He went off to ask an older student about finding lost things charms. And can you at least open the door slowly?! It's rude just to barge in like that! My aunt and uncle might not be the best teachers/carers, but they did teach me that," Harry said. Harry's aunt and uncle were horrible to him, and they encouraged his cousin to be even more horrible to him.
"Oh yes, sorry!" the girl said flushing embarrassedly. Then she said, "I'm Hermione. Have you tried any of the spells out? I have, but they're really hard!"
"I wanted to, but Toriel wouldn't let me. Something about getting into trouble with the Ministry," Snow said dryly. She had been very disappointed when Toriel told her that.
"I tried a couple of the really useful ones; but, I only got the unlocking charm, which is probably the most useful for me, anyway," said Harry, which caused Snow and Hermione giving him strange looks.
Hermione asked Snow, "So you're from a wizard family, then? I'm not: both my parents are dentists."
"No; I'm not. My family are monsters; so, as you can probably guess, I was adopted. Adopted along with my sister Frisk, actually. I really like my family, and they treat me very well, but even compared to Frisk: I don't really feel like I fit in. They're all so bouncy, loud, well sometimes. And cheerful. Whereas I am more the quiet, calculating, curious type. But, I feel fine about it most the time, so it doesn't really bother me," Snow said. It was true, she quite often felt like an outcast even though she was never excluded. Because the first few times she had felt this way and she cried, (wishing for her real family) Toriel had come running and kept asking what was the matter; but Snow wouldn't tell her. From then on, Snow learned to keep her emotions hidden during those times, which eventually led to most the time. When she described her character, Hermione and Harry both looked at her concernedly: both of them thought it was very unusual speech for a twelve-year-old.
"I know that feeling, quite a lot," Hermione admitted.
"I definitely know that feeling! My relatives aren't magical: my mum and dad were, but they died. My relatives are what you call the typical normal family. Which is why I don't fit in," Harry sighed.
"Hey, Hermione: do you want to join us?" Snow asked. Snow wouldn't normally do that, but she really felt she had a lot in common with Hermione, which meant even despite her just barging in, Snow quite liked Hermione.
"Sure! I'll be right back," Hermione said excitedly; then, she left.
"By the way, Harry; that's payback," Snow said smirking. It hadn't actually been for payback to invite Hermione in: that was an afterthought. But, Harry didn't need to know that.
"Why do I get the feeling being friends with you will include a lot of payback?" Harry groaned.
"It's just me! That Hermione can really talk though; but she seems nice enough that I at least, think I can put up with that," Snow said thinking about the always talking, bushy-haired girl.
"Yes, your right, Snow," Harry said sighing.
There was a knock, then the door of the compartment opened. This person wasn't Neville or Hermione; it was someone Snow wasn't in a particular hurry to see: Draco Malfoy. "Is it true? Harry Potter's down here?"
"Draco, do us all a favour and jump off a cliff or something? Actually, scratch that; just get out of my sight. Jumping off cliffs is a messy business," said Snow sounding bored, she sighed too: Draco just had to pay a visit, didn't he?
"Nice to see you too, Snowdonn—" started Draco sassily, but then he ducked as Snow through a book at him.
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN! NOW, GET OUT!" Snow yelled at him, and Draco scrambled up and out.
"What just happened?" asked Harry, being confused because it happened so fast.
"Draco there is an annoying friend of my brother's. he's alright some of the time, but mostly he's very annoying; which is why when Frisk and Asriel went to sit with him while I escaped down here," Snow said getting up to get her book.
Then Neville and Hermione came back: they were both smiling broadly, and Neville was holding a toad. Snow had to try very hard not to look disgusted at the sight of the toad.
"Why are you looking so happy?" asked Harry, curious. He didn't think it was because of finding a toad!
"I found my toad with the help of a Prefect!" Neville said happily.
"And this boy was being mean to me, but Neville chased him off, and the way it happened was actually quite funny. Let us sit down and I'll tell you all about it," Hermione said, still finding the incident funny.
They both placed their trunks in the overhead rack, then Hermione jumped into telling the story about how Neville and Trevor chased off a red-haired boy and made him fall over in fright, and as he scrambled to get up and away, he fell over again. Snow liked stories that embarrassed people; she supposed it was part of her mean streak. Harry loved it because he hated bullies.
They were all looking forward to the times ahead at Hogwarts: it was promising to be great!
A few notes.
1: The thing and Snow and new people is, she is naturally weary of new people, and it took her a while to start getting comfortable around Harry, then it took a while to start to see him as maybe being a friend.
2: next chapter will be up... Who knows?
3: Asriel's back story and why he's alive when he should dead, will come up in a later, as will a lot of other things. I have mentioned how it happened, but more detail will be given out when I find a place that fits into the story.