AN: this plot bunny had been circling my mind for a while, so i've decided to upload it. I have no idea if i'll finish it, but i will try. I cannot promis how often i will upload because my story Tabby Cat is taking a front row seat since my current obsessive fandom is Kuroshitsuji.

And i apologize. Snape is gong to be a bit OOC, at least to his daughter(its my own stereotype that all men get a bit ooc-i've seen it in real life as well. this guy was yelling at some guy on his cell phone-he had a really deep voice- and once he hung up, it rose an octave or two as he talked to his baby daughter in the cart.)

The ocean was an amazing thing. It held all variations of life, some still unknown of, hidden in its depth. The ocean breathed, steadily moving in and out, rising and falling with the pull of the moon. It could be merciless, taking people in by the dozens, becoming the ultimate killer, but it could be calm, allowing small children to wade in the white bubbles that foamed up with each wave.

Squishing my toes as the oceans foam once again came up and surrounded my form that sat on the sand, I shivered in delight and cold from the ocean's water.

It was the end of summer break, and many schools had already started. Only a few private boarding schools had yet to start, their first day being September first. My school was one of those. Apparently, so were those belonging to the families that were currently here.

Looking to my right, I saw a slightly odd looking family. A stick then woman with reddish brown hair, a husband that resembled an elephant with a patch of blonde hair on its head and a mustache, a boy that was obviously his son, though he had a bit of height going for him so he didn't look quite like an elephant-perhaps a large pig?

Then there was a black haired boy with glasses. Well, he wasn't really a boy, appearing sixteen or so. He appeared as the odd one out, trailing behind the rest. He also didn't seem nearly as happy as the others, as if he was forced to come. I was content to see that when he did look out over the ocean, he gave a small smile, meaning he would get to enjoy himself.

I looked back at my mom and dad, hiding away underneath a dark blue umbrella-the only color they would agree on. Every summer, we visited him before he left to teach at a private boarding school. And at the end of every August, we'd leave and go back to America, so I could continue my schooling at Salem's Institute for Witches. While I did love my friends there, with it being an all girls school, there was quite a bit of drama, especially with all the valley girl freaks. My mother taught Defense, in both the magical and muggle sense-she taught us spells to protect ourselves with, along with the correct way to hold a dagger, how to throw a punch, and all that karate crap. My father, who was striving for the Defense Against Dark Arts position, was still a potions teacher, much to his disappointment.

My mother and father were never married, and apparently before I was born, they had drifted apart, with mom working in the states, and dad working in England. However, after my birth, they were forced to reconcile, and while I wasn't sure if they were exactly together, they were friends once again.

"Hey, you here alone?"

Looking up, I saw the pig of the boy towering over me. I felt extremely small, and it didn't help that I already had a small frame from my mother.

"Not exactly, no."

"Then where's your boyfriend?"

I sighed. "Don't have one."

"Well, I can be it."

I had to stop myself from gagging. So, I made something up on the spot. "I'm lesbian."

He seemed to deflate just a bit. "Oh. Well, what school do you go to?"

"An extremely private school. You can only attend if you are cordially invited."

Blinking at my vague answer, he popped another one at me. "Where at?"

"The United States of America." I answered.

"So you're vacationing?"

"Obviously."

"No need to get snarky."

"I'm the hardcore bitch in my relationships-it's my job." I said, pulling something random out of my ass.

"So you're really lesbian?"

"So you're really annoying?" I could feel him glare down at me. "Do I need to get my dad over here and give you a pig tail? Could also give you a nice set of ears…" I said, grinning up at him. He paled considerably, gulping.

"You're one of those freaks?"

My grin immediately washed off my face. My mother who was a muggleborn had family like that. They called us all freaks. Creeps. Weirdos. Fuckers. Every derogatory name you could possibly think of.

"Excuse me?" I asked, snarling up at him. "Just because I have ADHD, makes me a freak?" He paled considerably as I stood up. "You know what, I can be the hardcore bitch, even if I'm not lesbian." He opened his mouth, but I beat him to it. "Yeah, I lied. Big whoop. My reason for lying was so that you could lay off and not hit on me any longer, because I really don't like you! You seem like an absolute dick and shouldn't deserve my time of day. So you know what?" He was quiet. "You can fuck off before I get my dad to really give you a pig tail and ears." I smiled. "Then at least the dogs will like you.. But even then, they're too good for you."

I stalked off towards the pier, and sat under it in the sand. My scowl didn't leave my face, and the poor ocean was getting the look that it didn't deserve. My fingers continuously tapped my knee, and I suppressed the urge to fight against the sand, and make a crater as big as Captain Dick and his dad.

Smacking the sand in anger, I saw some land on a pair of feet that walked up to me. Looking up, I saw them connected to the thin black haired boy that had been with them. I noticed he had lovely bright green eyes hidden behind black wire framed glasses, and they seemed to fluctuate between a bright almost lime green, and a deep emerald color.

"If you're anything like that brother of your's get lost."

He made a face. "I'm quite happy he's not my brother, thank you very much."

In return, I smiled up to him. "Then gladly take a seat."

Giving a light chuckle, he did as told. "I apologize about him. He is quite the jerk."

I snorted. "That's an understatement. I've taken to calling him Captain Dick."

Much to my surprise, he had a nice full healthy laugh, despite how thin he was. "My name is Harry Potter."

My eyes widened a good bit. While the name wasn't quite as famous as it was in England, America had its dose of Harry Potter media. "I'm Evangeline Hearting." I blinked. "You're the boy who lived?"

"You're a witch." Harry stated, surprised. "That's why Dudley called you a freak."

I nodded. "Yes, however, I didn't outright say that I was a witch. I merely suggested pig ears and a tail to go with, but he got all pale and called me a freak."

Harry let out another laugh. "On my eleventh birthday, a man named Hagrid came and got me from the Dursley's. He ended up giving Dudley a pig tail."

His laughter appeared to be contagious, and soon, I was on my back laughing.

"Oh dear god, I bet that was funny."

"I didn't get to bask in the hilarity of it back then because I was still in shock that an eight foot man broke down my door and told me I was a wizard." Harry said, rubbing his eye.

Once I calmed down, I looked at him. "You didn't live with your parents?"

He shook his head. "No. They died the same night I got my scar." He answered, and his hand moved to his forehead.

"Grandparents?"

"None that I know of." He answered, shrugging.

I gave a nod. "I have my parents, but they're not married."

"Divorced?"

Shaking my head, my sand infested hair shook. "No, they were never married. It was suppose to just be a fling, but my mom is immune to anti-conception charms."

"She is?"

I nodded, giving a small laugh. "Yeah. According to the medi witch, she's immune to the muggle pill too. Apparently, that's how my grandmother had her."

"It runs in the family?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know. After my mom got her letter to Salem, she was disowned. Everyone on my mother's side are muggles and call us freaks."

"What about your dad's side?"

"Well, my grandmother was a witch, but she's dead, and my grandfather is a drunk that used to beat her and my dad when he was younger. I'm surprised dad hasn't killed him in anger."

"Who's your dad?"

"Severus Snape." I answered, not expecting the reaction.

Harry blanched, and his voice became small. "What?" was all he was able to squeak out.

"My mom is Karen Hearting, my dad is Severus Snape."

He blinked, and somehow found his manliness again-it had gone and hid under a blanket, if I guessed correctly. "Oh. Um…okay, so you're the daughter of Severus Snape." He blinked again. "Dear god, I hope he doesn't skin me."

"Why would he do that?"

"Your father absolutely loathes me."

I looked at him. "Mr. Potter, I'm sure my father does not hate you."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he does." Harry said, rubbing his jaw.

I rolled my eyes. "The only person I've ever heard of him hating is someone named James, and that's only because he helped turn his best friend against him, and her name was…uh…Lillith? Lily? Something like that."

Harry looked confused for a moment. "Your dad was best friends with Lily Evans?" I nodded; the name sounded familiar. "Even more reason for him to hate me."

Unable to refrain myself, I face palmed. "No he hates James-"

"-Potter."

I stopped. "What?"

"James Potter. My father and husband to Lily Potter nee Evans, who is the former best friend to your father." Harry answered, still pale.

"Oh." I blinked. "I guess he does hate you."

"I hope he doesn't kill me." He looked at me. "Where is he?" He asked, worriedly.

I looked over his shoulder. "He's already seen you, if that's what you mean." If I thought he was pale, it was nothing compared to now.

Harry looked back over the ocean, and the blue reflected some in his eyes. "Okay. Got to start making out my will. I suppose my belongings will have to be divided evenly between Ron and Hermione. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to buy Dumbledore a couple of wooly socks since I wont be needing the money anymore…"

Tilting my head, I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not going to die. I'll personally see to it that you don't."

"How's that?" Harry asked, calming slightly.

I smiled brightly. "I'll throw temper tantrums until they allow me to go to…Hogwarts, right?" he gave a slight nod. "God knows I need to get away from an all girls school before I really do become lesbian."

"Oh yeah, Dudley also said something about stupid lesbian. What was that about?"

I smiled. "He was trying to hit on me, so I blantly pulled the line 'I'm lesbian' out of my ass."

Harry burst out laughing, forgetting his minor worries about my father savagely and brutally murdering him, then performing an ancient dance wearing his skin like an animal hide. What a lovely thing paradoxes were. Though, I found it sad that I could imagine this. I could also imagine dad killing him, having him stuffed, then chopping him up again, merely for the hell of it.

That second scenario seemed far more likely.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Merely how dad would kill you if he did. He'd probably shoot you or something, with a muggle gun and all, have you stuffed, and would probably chop you up again for the fun of it." I answered, nonchalant.

With every section of the sentence, he slowly got paler until I thought he was at least half albino.

"What?" Once again, his manliness had gone to hide under a blanket.

I laughed. "I'm kidding. I said I'd make sure he doesn't kill you."

"You're not nice, Evangeline."

"You have to remember who my father is."

He rolled his eyes. "How can I really forget?"

He made a valid point. "What year are you going to be in?"

"Sixth. You?"

"Same."

"It's nice talking to someone who doesn't know everything about me. There are some people here in England, that if you ask them to tell you one thing about me, they can give you my biography." He said, laughing. "Well, except for the living with muggles part. Very few know that."

"The only thing I could answer to that question would be that his name is Harry Potter." I said, and let a light snicker through. He gave a small chuckle in response.

"You have a much more charismatic attitude than you're father." Harry noted, still chuckling.

I laughed. "I know. Imagine if I had inherited his? I'd probably be a hermit with twenty cats. Wait, no. I don't really like cats." I said, thinking. "I'd be a hermit with twenty tanks of fish. There, an animal that is easy to take care of and doesn't get annoying." He let off another round of laughs. "I'm glad I can amuse you, Mr. Potter."

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