Wooo! Sequel to The Doe and The Fawn is here! I have many chapters written, up to Twenty-nine are set in stone so don't worry about updates! if you haven't read The Doe and The Fawn all of this will make sense unless I put in the occasional reference back to that and the character relationships will be a bit muddy for you to begin with but it's nothing you shouldn't be able to figure out, but please read it anyway as the depth of the relationships will make more sense.

For those of you who have read D&F (LOVE YOU GUYS AND GALS) this first chapter happens in the summer holiday after TRix's seventh year, so she's just left Hogwarts and she's just received a V.I.P (very imposing package) from the Ministry of Magic - her N.E.W.T results. Wish her luck!


"Open it."

"You should be the first to see them."

"I didn't say look at them. Just open them."

"I won't do anything of the sort if you talk to me like that."

"Please open them."

He did.

Arithmancy ~ Outstanding

Art ~ Exceeds Expectations

Astrology ~ Outstanding

Charms ~ Outstanding

Defence Against the Dark Arts ~ Outstanding

Divinations ~ Outstanding

Ghost Studies ~ Outstanding

Herbology ~ Outstanding

History of Magic ~ Outstanding

Potions ~ Outstanding

Transfigurations ~ Acceptable.

She'd been staring at the parchment for the last ten minutes unable to believe she'd actually passed transfigurations. At the start of her time at Hogwarts she hadn't been able to transfigure anything for a toffee and now she had an Acceptable N.E.W.T. A N.E.W.T! She never thought she'd see the day. This she decided definitely called for celebrating. Serious celebrating.

"I passed Transfigurations!" she blurted at the table and grinned.

Severus momentarily cringed at the noise haven woken up with a headache. Of course she passed transfigurations she was his daughter after all.

"Come on!" she grabbed his hand before he had even realised she had moved and pulled him out of the kitchen.

"Trixabelle what are –" he didn't get a chance to finish his questions before he felt the tell tale pull of Disapparating at his naval.

When he opened his eyes he found himself stood outside a comfortable home in Hogsmeade. The garden was well tended and full of Scottish Thistles. Only Minerva would grow a garden like that, he thought. Confused he followed his daughter up the garden path to the door which she quickly knocked on. Moments later a tall gray haired woman opened the door.

"I passed!" Trixabelle exclaimed and unceremoniously threw her arms around the old, startled woman.

Minerva put her arms about Trixabelle for a moment and then pulled back. "Well done dear. What grade did you get?"

"Well it was only acceptable but I guess a pass is a pass."

"Considering that even at the end I wondered if you'd pass at all –"

"Thank you, Minerva. You have a talent of boosting my daughter's confidence." Severus drawled with a slight hint of anger. How dare she make his daughter feel upset when she was celebrating her grades? Didn't the woman know how much they meant to her, especially passing the subject that had given her trouble for the majority of her school life?

"You must want to go and celebrate with your family, Trixabelle." Minerva smiled quickly, wisely, changing subject.

"Yes we're on our way. Thank you for all your help, Professor."

"I'm an old, retired woman now. Perhaps you should call me Minerva."

"Okay. Thanks, Minerva."

"That's quite alright, dear." Minerva smiled and began to close her door.

Trixabelle and Severus walked to their aunt and uncle's house very quickly as Trixabelle refused to slow her pace and was pulling him along. Severus thought about how he acted when he received his N.E.W.T results and remembered how quiet he'd been about it all. The first person he wanted to tell was Lily but then he remembered he wasn't her friend anymore, he had very few acquaintances with other Slytherins and certainly no one he would call friends and so he had kept it to himself and only told people if they asked him. In the end the only people who did ask him were a few professors.

He sighed. If only he'd had someone to tell. He wouldn't have been this excited when he was young but then Bellatrix was her mother. Even though he hated to admit it Trixabelle had inherited a lot of her qualities. She had Bellatrix's happiness and spark of life, her sense of loyalty, passions and so much more. Whereas Bella had used them for evil, Trixabelle used them for the good of others and they made her a beautiful girl.

No. Young woman. He had to stop thinking of her as a little girl now. She was nearly nineteen, grown up and ready to face the world. His heart fell a little at the thought. Soon she would find a job that would take her away from Hogwarts and from him. She'd have a house of her own, probably with Sam, and she would look after and fend for herself. He'd known her two years and already it seemed the world was ready to take her away from him.

"Cheer up, Dad. I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I have no idea what I want to do." she squeezed his large, calloused hand in one of her small, delicate ones.

"You need to think about your future."

"I will. Tomorrow."

Trixabelle then practically dragged him up the path to their aunt and uncle's home. She didn't knock on the door but opened it and went straight in, through the living room and into the kitchen. Obviously living with him hadn't rubbed off on her too much. Even though they were in the house of family Severus would have first of all floo called and then Apparated and then knocked on the door and waited instead of barging right in. She still surprised him sometimes with things like that.

"Trixabelle! Severus! How lovely to see you!" Aunt Ruth beamed and pulled her former ward into her arms. "We didn't think we'd see you for a while yet."

"Good to see you, Severus, Trixabelle." Uncle John slowly nodded.

"Here you go, John. This will fix you up in a trice."

"Is that the headache potion I made when I was last here?" Trixabelle asked.

Aunt Ruth nodded.

"Well that makes two of us then." Severus grumbled already annoyed at the noise his daughter was constantly making. He wouldn't tell her to stop it though. Not today. Great Merlin, he thought, I never give in to anyone.

"I passed transfigurations!" his daughter exploded again.

"Keep it down, Trixabelle." He snapped. He picked up a mug from the table and poured himself some soothing tea and added the rest of the headache potion that was sat on the table into it.

"Alright, spoilt sport." Trixabelle said defensively. "I guess I won't show you my results." She waved the parchment in front of him, taunting him.

He looked at her with his black eyes suggesting that she shouldn't annoy him today of all days. The look was flat and unfeeling. One he would use on any student without a second thought.

"You can have a look once the potion had taken effect." She said crisply and tucked the letter safely away in a pocket.

He stared at her impassively for a moment wondering why she didn't give them to her aunt or uncle instead. Maybe she thought that because he was her dad he'd want to be the second person to see them. He kept his smile to himself.

For a brief while they talked about what had been going on in Hogsmeade now that there weren't students filling it with a cacophony of noise every three weeks. The answer was not a lot. The most exciting thing to have happened was Minerva moving in a few doors away. Beyond that the next most exciting thing was a cat getting stuck up a tree and a dog barking at it for a few hours.

A couple more cups of tea were had and then Trixabelle gave her dad her results. She seemed nervous as she handed them over. He couldn't understand why. She was an excellent student, the best the school had seen in a long time. She was a natural magic user. Had been from an early age.

When he looked down at the document he understood her nerves a little more. Art was not something she excelled at and Transfigurations was the lowest grade on the paper. That really didn't matter. She had progressed from not being able to transfigure a needle to a match stick to Acceptable N.E.W.T in two years. Beginner to a fairly proficient user. If she practiced she'd become better, but now that she was finished with school he wouldn't push her to do so. Her future was in her hands now.

"You have done extremely well." He gave the parchment to Uncle John and then looked her in the eye and spoke solemnly. "I am very proud of you."

Trix just stared at him for a minute. The words were one thing but the pride in his eyes… he never showed that much pride to anyone. She felt herself tearing up and before she realised she was moving she was hugged him.

"Thank you for everything, Dad." She whispered and buried her face in his hair and felt even more tears flow free.

"Trixabelle?" Severus asked gently pushing her away from him.

"I'm just glad you're proud that's all. Merlin I'm being emotional."

"Do not be sorry for it." he soothed and conjured a tissue before she could wiper her nose on her sleeve or something equally disgusting.

Trixabelle smiled and accepted congratulations from her relatives before Severus said they had to leave as he had business to attend to.

"Can't I just stay here? I hate being cooped up in the house all day."

"I do not stop you exploring, Trixabelle, that is your own choice. I need your assistance with something at Gringotts."

"Oh, alright." She beamed. She loved Gringotts. Or, rather the kart rides to the lower vaults which she found invigorating and said they reminded her of rollercoasters. "I'll come back soon, promise."

"Alright, dear." Uncle John said hugged Trixabelle.

"See you soon." Aunt Ruth said as they neared the front door of the house.


Gringotts was busy as ever. It was the biggest wizarding bank in the world and also the safest. The only safer place in the world was Hogwarts. Trix still felt a slight tug of awe at the mere sight of its columns and door sentries. Inside was still as big as ever and still as busy. They had to wait a full ten minutes before they got to the front of the queue.

"Prince vaults." Severus said.

Trixabelle elbowed him in the ribs when he didn't say please. When he still didn't say it she rolled her eyes.

"Ah another Prince has come of age." The goblin said in a sage tone. "I will deal with this myself I think. Follow me. You have the key?"

"Of course."

Severus and Trix followed the goblin to the karts and obediently sat in the one they were pointed to. The track they took was to some of the lowest vaults in the bank which were also the safest. Or so everyone thought until a certain golden trio broke in and stole from the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. Now there were more charms in place and monsters other than dragons to fend off would be thieves. This was the deepest Trix had ever been into the bank. Sure she'd been over to run errands for her father which meant going to the Hogwarts vaults, but even they weren't this deep. An icy chill crept into the air turning their breath white. Everything was dark to the human eye as there were no sconces of fire this far down.

At last they stopped. Illuminating their wands, father and daughter stepped out from the kart and onto a stone walk way. Severus put his hand against the door and the age old locks could be heard un-clicking. The goblin put his hand to the door and a white light shone around it.

"Miss Snape." the goblin said. "Place your hand upon the door."

Unhesitatingly Trix did so. As soon as she did a spike shot into her hand and through the other side. She screamed out in pain but there was nothing her father could do – if he moved his hand it wouldn't work. For now he had to watch as his daughter was painfully keyed into the wards.

Slowly the spike retracted. Trix pulled her hand from the door and was astonished to see all the blood that was spilled creep back into the wound which then closed and healed. It was as if nothing had ever happened. There wasn't even any pain. She looked to her dad in confusion.

"Blood wards. Only you, Uncle John, my mother and I can get into these vaults." He said.

"Right." she flexed her hand and shook it a little. "Weird. Couldn't have just been a needle?"

The goblin walked away and stepped back into the kart. He zoomed off.

Hearing the door open Trix turned back to it and followed her dad inside. It took her breath away. They were in a vault which was lit by fire. The vault itself was one of the biggest she had ever seen. It was full. Full of gold. Heaps and heaps of the stuff sat everywhere in piles or sat in chests. Jewells and tiaras added colour to the otherwise solid mass of gold.

"Dad –" Trix breathed. She could feel her wide eyes and although she prized herself with her composure she couldn't help the childlike state of amazement that arrested her.

So much gold. It was like she was in Aladdin's cave. Or a pirate. Speaking of pirates she saw a sword sticking into a stone very much like she imagined Excalibur would have been. Surrounding it were chests and chests of gold, emeralds, rubies and other gems she couldn't name.

"Chose two items from this room, Trixabelle. Think on them and what they mean." Severus instructed.

"Err… uh… alright?"

"Perhaps more cohesively than that." He smirked.

"Oh, shut up." Trix smiled and began exploring.

Severus just stood and watched as his daughter, the most precious gem in the room, waded through all the treasure. She had a serious, contemplative expression on her face that he often saw her wearing then she was trying to solve a problem. She picked up a few items here and there and then abruptly sat down with each of them on top of a large chest.

"You have selected some interesting items." Severus observed.

There was a sword; a shield with a red background and a silver serpent coiled around a brass lion head; a tiara that looked like the Diadem of Ravenclaw, but had purple amethysts instead of sapphires; and other things such as maps and a few old books.

She looked at the items some more and then stared into space. A voice ghosted through her mind: Eligible for all four houses in ample amounts.

She picked up the shield and the tiara.

"Explain your choices."

"The shield is a defensive tool but can also turn into a weapon when used in the right way. Turning defence into offence takes knowledge and cunning hence the serpent and the tiara – Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Defending those around you takes bravery – the lion, Gryffindors – and selflessness of a Hufflepuff who are represented by the gems in the tiara. The sorting hat said I was 'eligible for all four houses in ample amounts' and I've used qualities of all four houses to get to where I am today."

"You have chosen well. Follow me." Severus stood and followed a path to the back of the vault.

The walls of the vault had been but a distant blur to Trix up until now. Mesmerised by the vast wealth before her she hadn't noticed the many doors that lines the walls. Each door held a different design, some of simple, elegant swirls and others of epic battles. Severus opened one that bore a single tree.

Inside suits of armour stood. All of them were the same shape and style, the same colour and the same height. They all had the same face guards and they all stood on identical pedestals. Plaques on the pedestals bore names going back generations. Although all the suits of armour were the same they were all very different. Each had two items all of which were different. Some had necklaces, others had objects of considerable wealth, there were talismans and swords and many others. Too much for the young Miss Snape to take in.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"The Prince vaults. Eileen Prince is my mother. Magical blood runs thicker than muggle blood therefore I am a Prince. Mother just took my father's name to distance herself from blood purity. Your mother is as you know a Black. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. However you are a Prince. Whilst our family may not have done very notable things over the generations we are older than the Blacks therefore our blood is more powerful. This room is the room of ancestors. From the time Gringotts opened we have had vaults down here and have shown our lineage in such a manner. It is, if you will, a family tree."

"And the items?"

"The Princes viewed each other as equals defined only by skills and not status within the family. The objects are a representation of each person's most notable traits. My mother for example was a potioner and a duellist. Her items are a cauldron and a wand. Mine, regrettably, are a wand and a cloak –"

"Ambition and secrecy."

"Yes. When someone dies it is the duty of their children to change the items to reflect the change in the person since coming of age and their death. Coming of age has always been at the end of your magical education. Your job today is to place your items on you suit of armour."

"Alright."

She already knew which one it was – the only one without ornamentation. It was stood right in front of her father's. Reverently Trix placed the tiara on the helmet and decided to leave it at a slightly wonky angle just because she could and to show her fun personality. The shield she stood on the pedestal showing that whilst she was an open and sometimes vulnerable person she would do anything to protect those in need.

"Even the placements have meanings." Severus muttered once again wondering at the brilliance of his daughter. "Come there is much more to see."

"Dad. Answer me seriously. All this is ours?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you still live in a house you obviously hate?"

"I don't know what you mean." He began to walk off.

"I mean the fact the only rooms you willing step in are the kitchen, living room, your room and the bathroom. You come into my room if I need you but you don't like being in there. There's another room downstairs, Dad. I'm not stupid. I saw the glamour last summer. And there's the basement entrance outside which remains locked. You never go in the attic either. Not to mention you always look like you haven't slept much when we're there."

"We will not talk about –"

"Yes we –"

"Enough!" Severus said harshly, his voice filling the vault. "We will not talk of that."

"Alright. Not today at least." Trix knew being defiant wasn't the best idea in the world right now but she had a right to know. He was her dad after all! What if there was something she could be doing to help him, but couldn't do it because she didn't know what was wrong?

"Come there is much to see and explain." He said in a very annoyed tone of voice. He loved her he really did, but she needed to learn when to shut the hell up.


So yeah, first chapter. As with last time the first so many chapters are to set the scene but we get to the main story soon. Anyway I hope you liked it, let me know what you think! Please review!

Next time... Trix annoys the Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt!

J.K. Rowling still owns Harry Potter!