DATE: September 01, 1996
POINT OF VIEW: Keira Melanie Aurora Snape.

I laid into the purple silken sheets of my ebony four poster bed. I was comfortable in my soundless sleep…until my father Apparated into my room, and gracing me with his presence (Note my sarcasm.). The black clad figure stood right in front of my bed and drew back my violet velvet curtains of my bed. I was about to wake up…until my father did the honors…

"KEIRA MELANIE AURORA SNAPE!" my father's voice bellowed with the use of the charm "Sonorus". "Get up now or you shall be late in going to Hogwarts! And I am absolutely NOT going to come back to this house to get you!"

My pale eyelids instantly flew open to the unbearable sound of my father's literal roaring. The dark hazel pools of my irises squinted in order to absorb the sunlight's nearly blinding rays. I nodded my head in response to my father, he then Disapparated back downstairs. I bolted up in a vertical position as I sat up finally grabbing a hold of what today was then my own personal house elf, Tinkly, then Apparated into my room. Merlin's soggy beard! How many people are coming into my room today?

"Missus Keira, Tinkly has your clothes prepared and your trunk packed for you," the house elf said.

"Thank you, Tinkly," I stated as I dismissed her while she bowed to me.

Tinkly Disapparated back into the kitchens downstairs, whilst I slid my slim pale feet into my contrasting black slippers. I looked at my black loveseat which was where Tinkly laid my preferred outfit. I dressed myself with a red nylon bomber jacket which was accompanied by a white rib tank. Then, I tossed on these acid washed skinny jeans with a regular black leather belt. Tinkly chose my black knee high Chuck Taylor Converses. I slid those on right after I removed my black slippers. The platinum chain encircled my neck; the cool metal feeling slightly eerie this early in the morning. The emerald serpent lay on my chest. I examined my room and noticed that my school trunk, Quidditch equipment, and stationary, were all absent from my room.

"Tinkly," I muttered as I thought out loud.

I then trotted towards my bathroom. I knew I would not have enough time for a shower so I just washed my face. My hair was still in its thick raven mess with strands all over the place. I took my wand out and arranged it into a nice right side pony tail. My bangs still framed the right side of my face loosely as I began to quickly brush my teeth. I spitted out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. I shuffled out of my bathroom and into the hallway outside of my door. My silver fir wand was firmly stuck into my left Converse shoe. The silver painted door click, and indicated that it was closed and firmly locked. I decided that I needed to cut some time. I did a somersault in midair and was quickly into my cheetah form.

Yes, I am an Animagus. To tell you the truth, it was not really that hard…well; then again, you must excel in Transfiguration like me and pass Granger….screwed Muggle born.

The hallways soon became a horizontal blur through my peripheral vision as I sprinted down the hallway. It was also another blur as I took down the spiral staircase. I then somersaulted again, which then turned me back into my normal, wizardly state. I walked in a casual manner towards my father.

He simply nodded to me as Tinkly sent my belongings to Kings Crossing's Platform 9 ¾. I held onto his arm as I side Apparated with him. I was used to the dizzy, nauseating feeling of Apparating. After all, I could do it myself, if I had a license. Unlike my father-who does this dramatic thing with his cape-I simply just snap my fingers and poof! I am gone.

It was only a mere matter of seconds that we were in a Muggle alley. My father and I stepped out of the alley. My side pony tail had a few escaping raven colored wisps that danced in the air. My father led me towards King's Crossing Station. The Muggles were staring at my father who was wearing a black cape, robe, and etcetera. Luckily, my father had an icy glare and it scared off the Muggles.

We then walked towards an all too familiar brick wall. The Muggles were not paying attention as my father and I easily slipped into the infamous platform. A scarlet train with the golden letters reading "Hogwarts Express" was patiently waiting for the remaining students. My trolley waited patiently for me with my name scrawled in my recognizable silver calligraphy onto my black trunk. I nodded to my father as he walked towards the front of the train. My father and I shared a silent but understanding bond. My father snarled at students who dared glared at him. His cloak trailed him in made him resemble more like a bat, than usual.

I pushed the trolley with me into my compartment. I put my trunk on the top and pulled out a piece of paper and one of my many drawing quills. I wasn't long until I heard my compartment door slide open…with laughter of two familiar girls.

A girl with lengthy brunette hair and hazel eyes flashed me a smile. Her canines appeared as fangs. The other one was a red head ginger with brown eyes that appeared to mask her mischief. She flashed a smile to me as well.

"Should I even ask who you both got this time?" I asked looking with an infamous harden look of mine.

They just laughed as they toppled into the compartment and sat across me. They were two of my dorm mates and close friends. Their names were Hunter Aden Clarke [A/N: brunette] and Sophia Stacey Sapience [A/N: ginger. She is borrowed from my best friend, Sydney {.net/u/2944563/SophiaSapience}].

"Hey, Soph, try not to break a bone today," I told her in a snide sarcastic way.

"I'm Ginger; that is my excuse," she replied. "And I thought snarks belong in Slytherin."

"She was raised by a Slytherin, you dumb arse," Hunter replied while rolling her eyes at the brown-eyed ginger.

Sophia opened her mouth in retort until Zacharias Smith and Ginny Weasley was making a racket.

'Probably having a damned row,' I quickly thought to myself.

"I will be right back," I said cutting her off.

I snatched my silver fir wand into my left hand and walked outside in rage.

"What the hell is going on here?" I snarled at both of them while pointing my wand at both of them.

I took a quill from my small pouch that was on my side. I transfigured it into a sword after they gave me remote silence.

"Now, why don't you two kindly explain what you are doing," I said with my icy glare I learned from my father.

"Smith, here, is annoyingly nagging me about what occurred in the Ministry last year," Ginny said.

"Well, I mean, er," Zacharias was stammering as I stared down at him, his height was not complying with my towering height of 5'10".

Ginny took this opportunity to hex him with the Bat Bogey hex. I transformed myself into a cheetah and growled at him. The unretractable claws of mine threatened him. I growled at him in anger and the obsidian eyes of my Animagus form glared at him in comparison to my father's infamous glare.

A balding professor passed us by with a content smile on his face. I transformed myself back into my human form.

'Too bad Azura or Raina was not here to hold me back,' I thought sourly.

"I am utterly sorry you had to see this, Professor," I said with a sad voice.

I still had my transfigured sword gripped in my hand. I quickly transfigured it back into its original quill state.

"It is fine, my dear girl! Why don't you two join me for lunch, eh? I will be waiting in compartment "C"," he said with a chuckle.

'Dear Lord, this better not be who I think it is,' I thought to myself.

"I'm Professor Slughorn," he stated with a smile.

'No,' I thought.

I nodded at him as he left. Ginny and I nodded to each other and went to our respectful compartments.

"What was that?" Hunter asked me. "I heard growling and your snarl. Then I was thinking that you, like, killed them!"

"That would be a row I interfered with between Smith and Ginny, but-on the bright side-I didn't get detention," I said. "Apparently, I now have lunch plans with my father's Potions Professor."