"You worry too much, you know that?" Severus asked from across the breakfast table.
"No, I really don't," I replied picking at my food.
"Yes, you really do. There is absolutely nothing you have to be afraid of," Severus told me in an attempt to soothe.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't realize that you have been in my position before. I didn't know that you were going to be the first transfer student to Hogwarts in three hundred years, or that you were going to meet you brother who has no idea you exist or that you were a fifteen year old girl who had pure white hair that rejects any kind of dye!" I spat angrily.
"No, I haven't been in any of those positions, but I have been in much worse," Severus said, ignoring my anger.
"I know," I sighed.
"Is there anything else that you want to add to your list of bad things you can worry about?" Severus asked.
"Well it doesn't help that I have a guy name, and get a fake last name," I answered.
"Nonsense. Drake is a very pretty name for a girl. And you're the one who chose to have a fake last name," Severus countered.
"Well I'm not going to show up at school with a last name as Potter if I don't want people to know who I am, and, no offense, I don't want to have Snape as a last name because people will know that you're my dad," I said.
"I'm not your dad, and why are you complaining if you have perfectly good reasons?" Severus asked.
I ignored his question. "You are my dad. I don't care what DNA says or anything or anyone else. You are my dad, and you can't change it."
Severus smiled. "How long have we been having this argument?"
"Eleven years," I answered.
"As stubborn as ever," Severus murmured.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
Severus laughed heartily. "Are you finished packing?" he asked.
"Yes, and I even packed three bottles of shampoo for you," I teased.
"What is your obsession with my hair?" Severus demanded.
"It's gross! I seriously wonder if you dunk your head in a bad of oil every morning," I said.
Severus rolled his eyes. "Come on, I need to take you to the train station before I go. Your ticket is in your bag."
"Okay," I said, jumping up and clearing the table.
Severus was the potions master at Hogwarts. He normally arrived at the school a week before the school year started by Professor Dumbledore arranged to have him come early in the morning so I wouldn't be left alone for a week. I could've gone with Severus a week ago, but everyone decided it would be better for me to take the train and spread around my story of being a transfer student because my parents died and I had to go live with my uncle. Also I wanted a chance to find someone nice that I could be around in case I didn't make any friends.
Severus and I flew to Kings Cross on our broomsticks and then he left me alone in the train station to fend for myself. I had about an hour before I could get on the train, so I killed an hour by trying to identify the flavors of each bean out of my bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I was certain that I had gotten a dirt flavored one.
I looked up and saw a peculiar looking group with a massive black dog. I decided to ask them for directions to platform nine and three quarters.
"Excuse me. Excuse me!" I called, dashing toward them. "You wouldn't by any chance be headed toward platform nine and three quarters would you?"
A boy from the group stopped and turned to me. He had almond shaped eyes, like mine, shaggy brown hair…. and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt across his forhead.