Hello my fellow ficcy readers!! I just need to apologize for starting a new fic, without finishing my other. *ducks tomatoes* Don't be mad at me, but I need a break from my other fic, ok? *anxious look* ok, your not TOO mad at me, I hope. Anyway, this fic is a Harry/OC fic and they face many adventures, and problems along the way. Just for future notice, Snape is going to be WAY OOC towards his daughter, but the same with Harry and Co. I hope you like!

Loves Forbidden Fruit

Severus Snape walked quickly into the small kitchen of his London home, and sat down at the brown wooden table. Holding his head in his hands, Snape ran over the nights events in his head. A meeting with Dumbledore, a warning, and the precautions that would need to be taken. Things were moving too fast for him to handle, and he didn't know what to do. Voldemort had realized that he was a spy, and he was now in danger. However, he was not the only one in danger. His daughter would now be in danger. The one person that he wanted most to protect, was in danger of being captured by Lord Voldemort.

"This can't possibly be happening." Snape muttered into his hands. Aria, his daughter, the most perfect girl in the world, the one he would give his life to protect, was in danger of dying. The thought was completely inconceivable. Ever since Aria's mother had died, Snape had been particularly protective of his only daughter. When Dumbledore had told him that Aria might be in danger at the school she was currently attending, he was dumbfounded. Immediately he began questioning Dumbledore on what he could do to protect her.

The solution was that she should be moved to Hogwarts School for her final year of schooling, and serious precautions would be taken in her safety. There was no way that Voldemort could hurt her while she attended Hogwarts, yet Severus Snape was still frightened beyond his wits. The thought of losing her, made him feel physically sick.

While lost in his own thoughts, Aria came slowly down the stairs in her early morning drowsiness and looked at her father with worry. "Dad?" Came Aria's soft drowsy voice through the silence of the morning. "Are you alright dad?" Snape looked up from the table and to his daughter. She was beautiful, to put it simply. No, she wasn't beautiful, she was exquisite. The older she got, the more like her mother she looked. Her long auburn hair hung down her back in curled locks, and her large gray eyes were half lidded with sleep. Her tanned skin was glowing with the morning sun, and Snape couldn't speak he was so filled with emotion.

"Dad?" Came Aria's voice again, this time sounding frightened. "Dad? What's wrong? Are you alright?" Snape jerked from his thoughts and replied, "Aria, we need to talk."

Now Aria was scared. Her father never took such a serious tone with her unless something really bad had happened. "What happened dad?" She asked him fearfully. "Please tell me what happened."

This was too much for Snape to handle. He moved close to his daughter and enveloped her in a bone breaking hug. Holding her close to him, he ran his thin fingers through Aria's curly locks, and sighed deeply. "Sweetheart, you are in danger."

At his words Aria tensed slightly. She had been expecting this. She knew that her father worked for the Order of the Phoenix, and was a spy. She also knew that one day, Voldemort would figure out that her father was a spy. The thought made her shudder, and did not want to think of what would happen if he was discovered. "Dad, does this have to do with Voldemort?"

Snape flinched at the use of his name, but overlooked it. He learned long ago not to argue with her on the matter. She, like Dumbledore, thought that fear of a name only increased fear of the thing itself. Sighing, Snap told her what had happened. He told her that Voldemort would come after her, and that she would have to change schools, and that he was sorry, but it needed to be done. Surprisingly, she did not object.

While Snape waited for Aria's response, he slowly traced the long white scar that adorned her face. The scar started at her right temple, and continued down to just below her chin. She had received the wound when she had been attacked by a gang in London. Snape shuddered at the memory, it was not one he wanted to remember.

"Don't worry dad." Aria said in a semi strong voice. "I'm going to be ok. But, we will get to spend more time together this way, now won't we?"

Smiling at his daughters impossibly optimistic attitude, he held her in his arms again and said, "Yes baby. Yes we will."

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3 Months Later

Aria was walking through the muggle train station in London by herself, and was feeling a little lonely. Her father had to get to Hogwarts earlier than she, so therefore she was left to get onto the train by herself. She mentally berated herself for feeling this, and thought 'Dear God I am being immature. I am 17 years old and I am lonely because I can't walk to the train by myself. Dear Gods…'

While lost in her thoughts, Aria managed to find her way to the platform and get on scarlet train without any difficulties. When she was boarding the train, 3 boys immediately rushed over to her, and offered to help her get her trunk onto the train. Used to this kind of attention, she simply smiled and nodded, and the boys were stumbling over themselves in their haste to get her things on the train.

Making her way into an empty compartment, Aria laid her head back against the cushion of the train seat, and thought of what Hogwarts would be like. Her father told her that Hogwarts was a huge castle, that had loads of students and a poltergeist, and a lake with a giant squid, and a forest that held many interesting, and dangerous creatures. This place seemed incomprehensibly exotic.

Her father had also mentioned Harry Potter. Harry Potter attended Hogwarts, and she was really anxious to meet him. Her father however seemed to mention his name with a certain distaste, and Aria knew better then to question him when he was so worried and tense, but made a mental note to ask him later.

The train was moving at a rather fast speed, and Aria was beginning to feel lonely again. Had she been attending her old school in South America, she would have been chatting happily with her friends as the boat puttered along through the ocean, and brought them to the school. As reminiscent thoughts washed over her, she couldn't help but think of how she was going to do in Hogwarts. The place seemed to be humungous, and it's possibilities unhampered by muggle awareness.

Slowly the scenery changed from rural farm land, to dark forest regions with twisted tree trunks and deep green shrubbery. Aria smiled softly as she though of how much she wanted to show her friends back in Galapagos this strange landscape. She had lived in London all of her life, but never anything so wild, so unkempt. She wanted to capture it and keep it forever in her memory, and look back on it for the years to come.

Aria had felt this way about many different landscapes and pictures, and had always sketched them out in her pad. Her pad was a large white thing, that had all sorts of paper sticking out of the sides, and a pencil sticking out of the metal ring on the side. Opening to a new page, Aria began her sketch.

It only began as a few light strokes, but as time progressed the strokes became more frequent and slightly darker. By the time the train was rumbling to a steady stop, the picture was complete, and Aria was definitely satisfied. The trees gnarled branches were twisted, and the trees bent over slightly with age. The moon was full and shining through the dark canopy of the forest, and the grass was glittering in the moons reflection. Yes, Aria was definitely satisfied.

Aria quickly packed away her pad and pencil with a flick of her wand, and opened the compartment door, to find it teeming with students. Some older, some obviously first years, and then there were those that gave Aria the impression that she should stay away. Excited as any of the first years, Aria moved quickly towards the front of the train, and tried to get out an exit without crushing anyone.

This plan did not work however. As soon as she thought it, she was suddenly thrown into the side of the train, and the boy fell next to her. Worried that the boy might be hurt, Aria sat up and tried to examine him, but he soon moved himself. He had semi-long black hair, that was the most unkempt mess she had ever seen, and was very muscular. He must be in his 7th year, Aria silently thought to herself.

As the boy turned to face her, she could see large, brilliant green eyes, and fairly tanned skin. He was about a head and a half taller then her, and in Aria's eyes absolutely perfect. He was a God. His black Hogwarts robes billowed around his feet as he stood up, and stretched slightly at his chest. His eyes held a look of deep concern for her however, and he stretched out a hand to help her up.

"I'm sorry." The boy said in a deep tenor voice. "I had to dodge some second years running down the corridors. I'm really sorry. Are you alright?"

"Yes." Aria replied in a haze. "Yes, I'm fine thanks." Her head was still in a haze when his next question floated through her head.

"You're the exchange student, aren't you?"

"Guilty. How didya know?"

The boy then smiled and said, "I have been attending the school for almost 7 years now. I know a new student when I see one.

Aria had to laugh softly at his last comment. She probably did look just like a nervous and excited first year in a 7th year body. However, something kept her voice from responding to him. He hadn't acted like an idiot when he had seen her, and started babbling like he had just drunk a babbling concoction. And besides, he was hot!

"By the way," The boy said again. "My names Harry Potter. What's Yours?"

"I'm Aria." She replied, without the faintest trace of awe or fascination. He was just a normal guy, and deserved to be treated like one.

"Well then Aria, I'll see you at the feast."

"See you then Harry!" With that, Aria walked towards a very large man yelling for first years, and followed him to the boats that would lead them into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

End Ch. 1

A/N: *squeals* YAY!!!!!! I hope you liked. Please oh PLEASE give me feedback on this piece. Flames will only be used to keep my toes warm in this frozen tundra hat I live in, so they are very useful, but not needed. ^_^ Please review this! 5 reviews, then new chapter! Untill then, Bye!