Dark Meet Light
Chapter One
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" Regular Talking"
Regular Thinking
"Parslemouth Talking"

Voldemort and his Death Eaters stared dumbly at the sight in front of them. A young girl with unruly red hair was cuddling into the body of Fenrir Greyback, whom most (if not all) children scream in terror from. It was a rare sight and disturbing to no end, but no one could look away; especially one Severus Snape. He looked at the girl and something in his chest pulled and twisted around, the girl was Lilly. The Lilly that he was desperately in love with, but a younger, smaller version of her, was right in front of him unconscious and very tired looking.

"What do you have there, Greyback?" Voldemort's voice was the only thing that broke the silence. Of course, no Death Eater was going to talk out when Voldemort was not speaking first. Fenrir didn't look up at first, but after being asked twice he finally glanced at his "master". He growled and held the girl's body closer to his. Severus's heart leaped at the thought of Fenrir holding someone so innocent.

"Nothing important to you… I found her while I was hunting." Fenrir explained, "I would like to ask if she would be allowed to stay here and rest. She was covered in blood and wounds when I found her." Fenrir wasn't by all means a nice man but there was something about the girl that interested him. Severus looked at the girl's form to see any injuries. Fenrir noticed and whispered to him, "The wounds are around her stomach, chest, and back Snape."

"Blood? She looks clean to me." Voldemort twisted his hand about to show he wasn't convinced. Resisting to growl at the man, Fenrir answered.

"I cleaned the blood off for my pack's sake. I had to grab a fur we used for winter. She was… naked, Voldemort. I think if she stayed here it would benefit her. She doesn't have the free, outdoors werewolf smell." He cradled her body so that she was sitting against his bent knee. He was kneeling as always and the girl's head rolled towards Fenrir's bare chest. He was only clad in his only stonewash jeans. The girl was covered from shoulders to knees; the fur was as silver as Fenrir's hair.

Voldemort made a weird face, probably about the part of the girl being naked. The young girl was absolutely beautiful, many men must like her. Her ivory skin was perfectly tan and her hair was messy in a sexy flirty way. "She's a werewolf?"

"Mated technically. She is neither a born one nor made one. When a werewolf mates to a human, the human must naturally become one." The girl burrowed her face into Fenrir's chest then. "Her body probably knows I'm an Alpha." Severus held his anger in him as he remembered werewolf minds were different then human's.

Voldemort chuckled, "That seemed the only reason that some child would be able to sleep near you."
He mused. The elder werewolf didn't reply to him but he saw the same request as earlier in the man's eyes. He sighed and nodded but never spoke to the man and turned to his servants Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Black. "Bring out guest to the rooms next to mine. Bellatrix-" Bellatrix's black eyes lit up "-make sure that she get all the clothes she needs." Then he dismissed their presence.

"Thank you, My Lord." Fenrir had never called Voldemort "My Lord" and if he had for taking the girl in, Voldemort mentally wondered what else he could make the man do. Before anyone else could move though, Fenrir had placed the girl on the ground and made his way out the door.

Severus moved the fastest and picked the red head from where Fenrir had laid her gently. He had never seen the man be friendly with children, much less treat them like royalty while unconscious.

The three made their way to the rooms their Lord had requested. Bellatrix was iffy and whining about how their all powerful Lord was bothering with some stupid child. Lucius was scowling at her, thinking of every curse and hex he knew that could and would harm her greatly. Severus wasn't paying any attention to either; he was too concerned with the young Lilly.

What is she doing here? He thought. Mentally shaking his head, he growled slightly. Maybe a better question is: Why is she mated to a werewolf?

"Severus?" Lucius asked shaking his friend's shoulder. Severus didn't answer and turned left down the hallway. "Do you know this girl?" He asked flipping his long platinum blonde hair over his shoulder.

"I…" The Potions Master began, "I think so, but I can't be sure. She looks just like…" he trailed off. Bellatrix laughed.

"Think she's that Mudblood Evans?" Bellatrix's voice crackled with laughter and Severus growled.

"Don't call her that, Black." Bellatrix held her hands up in mock surrender and it was all that Severus had not to destroy her. Lucius felt the same way. "Get her some clothes, Black. I'd reckon that our Lord would not want a teenage girl walking around here naked."

Before Bellatrix turned away she replied, "Only you would, right?" It toke all Lucius had not to plow her into the ground and throw her over a cliff.

"Come on, Severus, don't encourage her." Lucius commanded and led Severus with a hand on his back down the hallway once more.

I can only hope that I'm wrong… For my sake, don't be Lilly… Severus sighed.

Her eyes burned and her head throbbed as she opened her emerald eyes and blinked. Groaning, she sat up and looked down.

Where did these clothes come from?

Not that she didn't like the clothes, quite the opposite, she loved them. She was wearing a plaid (red, white and black) skirt and a black button up shirt without sleeves. She had an undershirt on under it. She also noticed that the skirt had crosses on a belt that was attached to the belt loops on the top. Her shirt had crosses on the breast pockets too. Four buttons were undone on the shirt.

"Where am I?" She asked to the empty room. Truthfully the room wasn't empty at all. There was the bed she was lying on; it was a four poster bed with blood red curtains and black wood. The sheets were also red and silk. There were dressers, three of them, for what purpose they were there, she didn't know. One was obviously for clothes as said one was open and there were hangers of clothes of all kinds. As she glanced around more, a bathroom door supposedly was right next to the bed and the door to get out of the room was to the left of her. She got out and when her feet attempted to touch the ground, she felt fabric under her feet.

Under her were boots, black boots. They looked to be able to go up to under her knees and there were also long socks with them. She grabbed the socks and smiled at the silky feeling of them against her skin. She then pushed her feet in the boots and got up. She looked down at them and noticed that yet again there were crosses on them. The crosses rested on the part where her ankle was.

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. Taking one look at the door, she opened it expecting something to pop out but didn't find anything. She walked out of the room and down the hallway. She kept going and started walking. Around her, there were no other doors but the one on the left of hers. She wasn't about to find out who was in that room at the moment though.

Continuing her way she turned left when she came to two tunnels to take, and then brushed her hand against the stone wall, only her finger tips touching them. As she neared the opening she heard voices.

"Is it wise to let a little girl stay here, My Lord?" A male's voice called. She knew that voice anywhere. It was certainly the voice of Lucius Malfoy, the one who had tortured his dad during the war.

My Lord…? She gulped. Voldemort… He's alive? He's alive?!

She tried to breathe normally and toke a deep breath to help. She swallowed some air caught in her throat and muttered a simple spell under her breath. Suddenly her wand appeared, exactly the same wand her father had given her because it only worked right for her. The Elder's Wand was a very special wand. Voldemort had once tried to steal it from her father but he nevertheless trusted her with it.

She walked over to the edge and gasped silently.

It was Lucius Malfoy, if Lucius Malfoy was a teenager. He had his long platinum blonde hair only to his shoulders as usual and he was significantly smaller then he was when she had met him at her godfather's. His young face reminded her of her godfather's son, Damien. They were copies of each other.

Next to him was a smaller and younger boy, he was unmistakably Severus Snape. He had to be. The same long black hair and dark black eyes. There was no difference from the Severus Snape she knew. He was only younger. The girl between them made her heart skip a couple beats. The girl looked just like Christina, her surrogate sister. Her father's godfather's daughter, as confusing as it may be. Though, she knew that this wasn't Christina, it couldn't be. It could only be Bellatrix Black; she knew that for a fact that Christina and she look unfortunately alike. She gulped and turned to the others in the room.

There was Goyle Senior, Crabbe Senior, Avery Senior, Rabastan and Rodolphus LeStrange, Nott Senior, Mulciber Senior, Augustus Rookwood, Rosier, Selwyn, Travers, and Wilkes all surrounding a pale faced man with red eyes. Her heart overloaded when she saw how the man looked.

Honestly he was very handsome. He had a full head of brown tresses and even though his eyes were red, they looked astoundingly beautiful. He wore a long black cloak over his also black robes. He was talking; every Death Eater around him was shaking in fear of any of them doing something wrong.

She giggled when one of the Death Eaters, Nott, had stuttered when asked a question. She slammed her hand over her mouth when everyone she was watching looked over at her. She hid against the wall, as the hallway was slanted and it could easily be used as a hiding and spying area if not caught.

She heard someone get up and footsteps coming over, but she wasn't prepared to be manhandled out of the hallway by Lucius Malfoy. He was a head taller than her, the same with most of the other Death Eaters. He was glaring at her but curiosity was held in his eyes.

"Let go of me, Malfoy or I'll hex to so hard the next time you walk up your clothes will be out of style." She threatened. She was let go but was flung towards the other Death Eaters. She stumbled and almost lost her balance but caught it quickly. "Git…" She muttered. She looked up and found that Voldemort was staring her right in the face. She would have, if not knowing how weak she would look, ducked and ran for it, but she was strong. She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Her wand still ready in her right hand. She was careful not to left Voldemort see it to closely.

"Our guest has woken up I see." Voldemort's voice wasn't the cruel and hostile voice she had imagined, it was almost soothing. "What is your name, child?" He asked curling one hand under his chin while the other rested in his lap.

She didn't say anything at first but answer quietly, "It's Flower, Flower Rettop." She knew that she had told them her real name she would be killed instantly but she had to try and lie her way through it. Voldemort just stared at her and he tilted his head.

"It's nice to meet you Flower Rettop." He said in a calm, controlled voice. Flower almost sighed in relief but winced when he continued to speak, "Now if you would tell me your real name, child."

Biting her lip, she rocked on her feet slightly and looked around for exits. She knew she wouldn't probably be able to escape, but she also couldn't tell any of them her real name, she was under a wizard's oath. "I'm under oath. I'm not allowed to say, sorry…" She stated in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

The room was silent until hissing could be heard coming towards them. Flower turned and didn't at all flinch at the giant python coming towards her slowly but menacingly. She looked back up at Voldemort and smiled, "What's your snake's name? Pythons are beautiful." Her question had shocked the Death Eaters as no one questioned the Dark Lord without a proper label on him.

Though, that may be true, Voldemort didn't say anything about it, "Nagini is her name, child." Flower smiled and nodded. She turned to the snake that had stopped in front of her and spoke calmingly.

"Hello, Nagini." Gasps could be heard all around. Voldemort's body stiffened and his cold, almost lifeless heart skipped a beat. A speaker?! Voldemort screamed in his mind.

"You speak Parslemouth, child?" A nod was received, "How are you able to?"

Flower's brow wrinkled and she bit her lip. "My father is a speaker. The trait was passed onto my brother and sisters as well."

Voldemort hummed for a second. "You have siblings? How many of them?" It wouldn't get him much information but he wanted to know how many speakers she knew.

Flower just stared for a minute before answering, "I have four brothers, two adopted brothers, two sisters, and an adopted sister. My family is big." Flower playfully rolled her eyes and Voldemort realized that she was not a threat if she was happy, maybe. She hasn't done anything to anyone yet. She actually seemed nice.

"Where do you think you are, child?"

Flower scratched her head nervously, "I think…. Riddle Manor, sir?" Flower uncomfortably bit her lip. She knew for a fact from her father that Voldemort hated, loathed, and wanted to destroy the name Tom Riddle.

Voldemort didn't do anything at first and waved her over to him. She blinked and looked down at Nagini, whom was slithering over to her master. She followed, allowing her guards to slightly drop momentarily. She was a good five steps away when he got up from his throne chair and gripped her chin tightly. She didn't wince but hot pain surged through her head. He must have seen it, or known it would have happened, because he let go and went to grip her wand.

She backed away and glared. "This is my wand. Use your own if you must." Flower spoke regularly. The Death Eaters around her stiffened at her tone and Severus wished that she would not die.

The Dark Lord did nothing. He waited and stared, but walked forward and gripped her shoulder. Flower instantly growled, her werewolf claimed shoulder howling in protest about someone other than her mate touching her in such a place. Ember swam in her eyes and Voldemort watched as the emerald green and ember collided with each other and mixed gently into an interesting shade of color.

"You are a claimed human, your werewolf holds no threat to me, child." Voldemort's voice rang out. "You may be under oath and Greyback may have asked for you to stay here, but I have no problem cursing you or hexing you, little girl." Voldemort growled back.

Flower let out a breath of air and jerked away from the cold hand that held her. "You're a cruel and evil bastard, Voldemort. Your father would be proud!" She screamed. The Death Eaters gasped, everyone did, and at that moment everyone knew that the young girl had signed her death wish.

Voldemort didn't do anything but turn a dark shade of red and exploded at the girl, "My father was an unholy swine! He deserved to die when I killed his pathetic self! You have no right to say anything to me! Crucio!"

Hot, scorching pain shot through her body and her limbs twitched, but she never cried out. She knew her eyes were heading to the back of her head and slightly wondered if she could see back there. Once the pain stopped she struggled a bit to stand but nevertheless, from Flower, she got up.

Voldemort looked very impressed with her, as she was probably the only person he had ever cursed that didn't cry out in pain or beg to stop pitifully. He scanned the room's faces, watching all the Death Eaters, smiling cruelly when they all looked like they were next.

"You're very strong, Flower. I like that in a person." He stood next to the girl and watched her breathing. She glanced up from under her eyelashes and panted softly.

"I… I've been under the curse before…" She stated. "I was angry; I apologize for my words earlier." She had apologized to the Dark Lord. She would admit it. She honestly liked the guy; he was independent and able to stand his ground.

"Apology accepted, Flower." He said before turning to his Death Eaters. "You have school tomorrow, get going now."

"Wait!" Flower said fast. Everyone looked at her and she felt herself blush. "School? You mean Hogwarts?" Severus nodded along with Lucius at the question. "May I go?" She asked hopeful.

Voldemort blinked, and blinked again. Let her go to Hogwarts? Is she crazy? Greyback would try to kill me… "Why do you want to?"

"I… went to Hogwarts. I'm a third year…" Flower explained. Voldemort inwardly smirked, a time traveler? "I'm a Slytherin." That makes everything better, The Dark Lord thought, if I had her sent to Hogwarts, I could have another spy. Just in case… She really can't help but depend on me for a while…

"Alright, Flower. You will go by my name though. You are Flower Riddle, not Rettop." Flower looked as though she'd rather run naked through the midwinter streets but nodded all the same. "Malfoy, send a letter to your parents. I wish to speak with them."

Malfoy nodded, not believing how manipulative the young girl was. She just tricked the Dark Lord into letting her go with information about Riddle Manor! Malfoy would have dropped his jaw if he wasn't a Malfoy but he was.

He, along with some other Death Eaters, was in his seventh year. Severus and Bellatrix on the other hand were in their fifth year, all Slytherins. He walked out of the room and started writing.

Dear Mother and Father,

Our Lord wishes to speak with you. It is about a young girl wanting to transfer into Hogwarts.

Lucius

It was short, simple, not at all sweet, but it got to the point. He sent it off with an owl that his Lord owned and waited a minute before returning.

While he was gone, Severus walked over to the still shaking girl and spoke, "You're still shaking." He announced.

She looked at him with the widest, biggest emerald eyes he had ever seen. Even more beautiful then Lilly Evans's eyes. "Yeah, the curse sure as hell hurts." She chuckled nervously. He felt his insides twist around and give pushes at each other.

"Would you like a Calming Draught?" She thought for a moment and nodded gratefully. He motioned for her to follow him and bowed to his Lord before leaving. She followed a foot behind and had a bounce that he had seen in carefree little eleven-year-olds that just started Hogwarts.

He turned into a room and he heard her gasp. It was a Potion's Lab, one specifically made for him and his potions the Dark Lord wanted. He looked back and was shocked, Flower a Slytherin or not, she looked like she was in heaven. "I love Potions!" She smiled happily. Her body was trying to calm down but the tremors still shook her body. Severus looked at her as though she had just insulted the Queen of England but didn't say anything nonetheless.

He walked towards the preparation able and grabbed a vial of the Calming Draught he had prepared earlier in the day. He still had several vials so the Dark Lord wouldn't get angry if they were gone. He handed it to her and she smiled in thanks. Gulping it down, he was very surprised that she didn't grimace or put a disgusted face upon her beautiful one.

"Thank you, Severus." To save that he was overly shocked that she had known his name or even thanked him with such kindness that he had never known before was an understatement.

"You're welcome." He muttered uncharacteristically bashful. She looked around and the look of heaven returned to her face. "Why do you wish to go to Hogwarts? What is there that you wish for so much?"

Flower didn't answer at first and stared at him with the blankest expression he had ever seen. She blinked and cocked her head to the side in question, "What does the Dark Lord have that you wish for so much? Vengeance? Power?" She righted her head and sighed. "Obviously the Dark Lord has pegged me as a time traveler and I can't ignore that fact that, yes, he is right. I do not belong in this time, nor shall I ever. I am from a time where… there is nothing but stray Death Eaters to be concerned about. The most children have to think about is how to fit in or how to be the most popular… how to be the proudest child a parent could ever want when there are already children that are already popular enough. Nothing like the Dark Lord is needed to be worried about."

"But that doesn't make logic. Why would you come here? Even if it wasn't your intention, why here? Why 1975?" Severus asked. He walked up to her, towering over her in height. She looked up with glazed over eyes, the amber and emerald pools startling him.

"I don't know, Severus. I never wanted to come here. I was hunting with my pack and I was hit with a spell. Something made me come here, whether my magic knew it was safe for me specifically here or something else, I really can't answer you. Maybe I have family that could help me here; maybe I have another soul mate here, maybe… I don't know." Flower ducked her head. "All I want now is my family, the ones I love back with me. I lost my two brothers I don't want to lose anyone again."

Severus's breath hitched. Lost her two brothers? She had lost family members? To who? What had happened? "What… happened?" Asking wasn't a very smart thing but he knew there wasn't anything else he could say.

Flower breathed for a moment and closed her eyes. She leaned against the wall behind her and she spoke, too calmly for his taste, "They aren't dead. My brothers… They were captured by some Death Eaters… I should have paid more attention; I should never have let them wander off…" She babbled. Severus ran to her putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's not your fault…" He began to say but was cut off.

"NO! It was my fault! I was paying more attention to pranking some stupid Hufflepuffs like the little child I am! I knew the Death Eaters were close! I could feel their Dark Marks! I knew they wanted my family's life! I knew that they were going to attack!" She never cried, but shook hard. Her breathing was going crazy. She slammed her lips together and ducked her head and grabbed onto Severus's robes.

He stiffened and was about to pull away but knew better from the sounds the young girl made that he needed to hold her together. "The Death Eaters got them! I was too shocked to do anything! They laughed! They watched me fooling around like an idiot and I didn't do anything! Ethan and Nathan would never forgive me! Melody was the only one around me that I saved. Teddy got Christina… Michael got Jillian… Everyone else was at home… I should have been a better sister."

Severus held her and thought about what she had said. Michael? Jillian? Teddy? Christina? Melody? Were those the siblings she had talked about earlier? Friends? "Shhh… it's alright, Flower."

She didn't say anything at first and he was content to just holding her. What neither of them knew was that Lucius was standing in the doorway with Rabastan along with him. Rabastan looked questionably at them and glanced at Lucius to see that he was just as confused.

They hadn't heard anything when they came around the corner. They were honestly surprised at the sight of Severus getting a hug when he was the one who always said that affectionate touches were nothing appealing. He was a much as a hypocrite as Lockhart, the stupid Hufflepuff.

"Cozy Severus?" Rabastan teased with a sneer on his blemish free face. Severus and Flower broke apart and both of their faces glowed with color. Flower started combing her hair nervously, wondering if they had heard anything, and then looked up. Lucius was thrown back by her beauty.

"So is everything set for me to go to Hogwarts?" She asked, breaking the silence that flooded the room. Lucius nodded and began explaining when his Lord had told him.

"Bellatrix is going to supply you with clothes and everything you girls need or whatever. The oaf Dumbledore is probably going to place you somewhere to transform, maybe with that Gryffindor Lupin." Flower felt her heart pull. Lupin? Could it be…? She nodded and smiled thankfully.

"Well thank you. When are we leaving?"

"After I inform our Lord." With that Lucius stocked out of the room and Rabastan followed.

The silence that held between the teens left in the Potion's lab was choking them until Severus said, "If you do need anyone to talk to again… I'll listen to you." He almost choked on his words and when he saw that smile that was directed at him he felt his insides twist and turn.

"Thank you, I'll remember that. We should go." She nodded her head to the side at the door and he nodded back. Walking towards the door he felt something grab his hand and looked to find a smaller daintier hand within his. He, nor the devil, couldn't keep the smile off his face if he tried and honestly he wanted to smile, it felt good.

Being at the Malfoy Manor again in a different time setting, was interesting. Lucius's parents, Lukas and Emerald, were nicer people then Flower had expected and treated her with kindness that she would have never suspected from a Malfoy at this point in time.

Severus and all the other Death Eaters each had a room there, which Flower already knew about when they were talking about it at dinner. She laughed along with them when making fun of 'Mudbloods' and 'Blood Traitors' and Flower knew that Severus wasn't laughing for real. Flower followed him when he requested her to follow him to her room for the time being.

Lukas and Emerald had mailed Dumbledore and talked about her situation with them. They had told Dumbledore that she was a niece of Emerald's and she wished to transfer to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons. After a little convincing and everything else, the Headmistress had allowed the Malfoy's to forge some documents and essays/assignments to make it look as though she was from there. In all honestly she was very impressed.

"Good-Night, Flower." Severus had said to her before she drifted off into her room. She had said it back and when in her room she let her back lightly hit the door and slid down. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

I can do this. Dad would be able to. Hell, even Melody could do this. I have to. Those were the last thoughts she had before her world went black.

Sighing in content Flower rose from her bed and opened her sleepy eyes. A knock on the door had woken her and she was crawling to the door to answer it. Sitting on her shins and yawning ungracefully, she watched as Severus, whom was fully dressed in his Hogwarts inform and ready, poke his head in.

"Hey, wake up." He joked and Flower smiled. "You have to get ready. We're leaving in 45 minutes. Breakfast is ready for you downstairs." Flower nodded and Severus closed the door again. She looked around the room and noticed that there was a Hogwarts uniform without a badge of a house on it. She shrugged the white button up top on and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Pulling on her long white socks, she yawned again. She didn't look for a trunk as a house elf had suddenly appeared in and said that everything she needed was downstairs; including her cloak. She nodded and set off into the hallway.

In the hall was Rabastan, who she had guessed was supposed to help her into the dining room. She allowed him to led her and she left her inner wolf growl. Teddy is the only one who leads us! Flower tried not to wince at the vibration of her werewolf's voice.

Merlin, I hope everything goes right! Flower thoughts as they left. They had gone through the Floo, which currently went through a shop in Nocturne Alley. She looked all around and dusted off the soot that somehow landed on her nose of all places. When everyone was with her, she attached herself to Severus's and Lucius's side. They saw what she was trying to do and stuck by her, one on each side.

The group entered Diagon Alley and Flower looked around at the shops she knew and loved. There were many people there, not many first years, but hundreds of second years and up. Emerald accompanied her on buying her supplies that she would need. She checked her list and said she needed books from Flourish and Blotts.

She needed books-like The Monster Book of Monsters, Predicting and Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks, Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul, Intermediate Transfiguration, The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 3), and the only one that she knew the author's name of Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky. She knew that she shouldn't but she asked politely if Emerald would buy her Death Omens: What to Do When you Know the Worst Is Coming. Emerald just smiled and said yes. Thankfully she didn't have to get a wand, as she held the Elder's wand instead. Parchment and Ink were supplied by the others and everything she needed was being transported in her trunk.

They had gotten up earlier because Flower needed everything and they waited around for an hour or so until they saw others getting on the train. On the way there Severus told Flower she'd have to wait near the third years. He accompanied her there and waited. They talked and for once Severus thought that he wasn't a loser because everyone was looking at them. He saw Flower not letting it bother her in the slightest.

They were comfortable until they heard, "Oi! Snape! What are you doing talking to a girl?!" Severus gritted his teeth together and turned. James Potter, along with his gang (the Marauders), Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin stood behind them looking smug (though Remus was actually looking at a book). Lilly Evans stood next to James looking very livid at James but didn't say anything because it probably wouldn't have gotten into that thick skull of his.

"You're a boy?!" Flower couldn't help but ask. She wanted to defend Severus, even if she knew she shouldn't say anything mean to James. "Merlin, I thought there was something wrong here." Flower sighed dramatically. "What are you up to, Pothead? Besides digging your own grave…" Flower muttered. Severus looked at her in shock.

Any girl at Hogwarts would have dropped to their knees before the great James Potter, but Flower had just insulted him and his friends technically. The Gryffindor gang stood shocked before them and Flower scoffed. "Can't even make another come back? Idiots…" She sneered at them, but to the Marauders, she looked at them with pity. "Come on; let's go already I have a feeling like I'm going to be sick from all there stupidity." Flower sneered again. Severus followed her quietly. As the others boarded the train, Flower looked back at them, and they looked at her, she muttered, "I'm sorry. I explain later if you wish. Sorry."

She boarded the train and off they went.

Albus Dumbledore was a well-respected man and loved all types of people, even those who probably didn't deserve it. He didn't push people away if they weren't pureblood and didn't treat them like they were royalty if they were. He was fair. He glanced down at his migraine for the say and skimmed the letter again.

Dumbledore,

We would like for our niece to transfer to Hogwarts if that is alright. Her name in Flower Riddle, she was previously from Beauxbatons. Please reply back.

The Malfoys

He honestly was surprised about this. He didn't know what to think, as Riddle was the Dark Lord's last name. He was confused, what should he do?

Yes this will be a Harry & Hermione Fanfiction, just wait.

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