Chapter One
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry were empty of its usual bustling crowd of students. Summer had come and students had left to enjoy their summer vacation. Some staff members were currently residing in the school. One said staff members happened to be walking down the long hall, towards the Headmaster's office. The tall man was muttering something under his breath, robes billowing out behind him. He arrived at a statue of a gargoyle, and said, "Chocolate frog." The gargoyle stepped aside and Severus Snape walked up the stairs to the Headmaster's office. The door opened before he reached it and he could here, Albus say his name.
"Good evening, Severus," Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling more than usual.
"Headmaster," Snape replied curtly. He turned to take his usual seat and was surprised to see a girl sitting there. She looked to be about fourteen. Her eyes were black, almost as black as his eyes, and her black hair had been pulled back with only her blue bangs in her face. Snape sneered at the girl. He took the empty seat next to hers and waited for Dumbledore to tell him why he had been called here at this godforsaken hour. He should be sitting in his quarters with a glass of firewhisky in his hands and a good book, sitting by the fire reading. Not up in Dumbledore's office with some girl.
"Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked his two guests. Both said no in unison. Albus shrugged and unwrapped one, popping it into his mouth. "I am sure you are wondering why you were called up here, am I right Severus?" He asked.
"Of course not. I was going to come up here anyways. I enjoy wasting my vacation time talking to you about trivial matters," Snape replied, the sarcasm evident in his tone.
"This is not a trivial matter, Severus. I have called an Order meeting," Dumbledore said. He glanced pointedly at the girl. The girl looked completely bored and blew a bubble with the gum she was chewing. Snape glared at her, but she ignored him. "Now, Severus, we need to go to Headquarters," Dumbledore said bringing Snape's attention back on him. Snape nodded his head and stood up. The girl remained sitting and glanced at the older man. "I will go first, then you will follow me. Understand?" Dumbledore asked her. She nodded her head and watched as the Headmaster disappeared in the fireplace.
Severus watched as the girl looked at him. "Erm, what am I supposed to do?" She asked helplessly. He could tell that she didn't want to ask him, but had no choice. He sneered at her.
"Take a pinch of that powder there. Good, now stand in the fireplace. Now, you must say this loudly and clearly "Number 12 Grimmauld Place" and drop the powder while you say it," he instructed. He would have loved to see her try to figure out how to work it, but knew Dumbledore would get angry if he was late. A flash of green showed the girl had gone and Severus stood in the fireplace saying the address to the Order's headquarters.
Severus stopped spinning and removed himself from the fireplace.
"About time you showed up," Sirius sneered. Snape sent him a look of utter loathing. How he wished that looks could kill.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and motioned for Severus to take a seat. The only available seat was next to Remus. He glared at the werewolf before sitting down, sitting as far away from Lupin as possible. He looked around the table to see who had come to the meeting on such short notice. Almost everyone was there, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, the Weasley's, Black, and Fletcher.
"I am sure you are all wondering why I have called a meeting on such short notice," Dumbledore finally said. Everyone's attention focused on the old man. Some nodded their heads in agreement. "Someone has just told me some interesting news, and I thought that all of you should be aware of it considering it will be permanent," he continued.
"Is it something to do with her?" Bill asked jerking his head at the girl. She was standing in the corner of the room, almost completely hidden by the shadows.
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, it has everything to do with her." Everyone stared at her as she made her way to stands next to Dumbledore. "This is Natasha. She will be attending Hogwarts this year, in the same year as Harry. She will be staying here for the rest of the summer." Some looked shocked. Moody looked suspicious.
"Who is she?" He inquired.
"I am Natasha," the strange girl piped up. "And I am his daughter." She pointed her finger towards the man she claimed to be her father. Everyone gasped; some practically fell out of their chairs. Others mouths were hanging wide open. Black looked dumbstruck and managed to say, "You're joking right? Who would want to sleep with him?" The girl was still pointing her finger at the man. His usually pale face was even paler, his usually blank face showed shock. For the girl, Natasha, was pointing at none other than our dear Professor Severus Snape.