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"Professor McGonagall… you asked for me?" I asked walking into her office after muttering the password to the Gargoyle, "From the ashes, there is nothing but rising fortune." From what I heard about Dumbledore's password, this was a huge improvement.

"Ah yes Alavera…" She motioned the seat in front of her desk and asked me to sit; I took it and looked up at her. "Just making sure your transition will be well." She smiled that grandmotherly smile I saw a lot around Christmas and my birthday.

"Everything is going well Professor; the feast is tonight isn't it?" I asked her.

"Yes, we'll be introducing Professors Kendrix, Black and Lupin to the staff as well as the new Slytherin house ghost, The Baron is quite happy, he's been tired of seeing the Lady… she mocks him at times." She smirked a little at this. It was a well known fact nowadays that The Grey Lady and The Bloody Baron had been lovers during their lives and that The Baron had killed The Grey Lady and them himself.

"I would if I was in her shoes, "Look what you did! Now I have to take care of children like they're my own! At least let me rest in peace!" I mean really… it must be tiring." I told her and she smiled at my little impersonation.

"Would you like to be introduced to the school or find your own way?" She asked after a bit of silence, I sighed and looked at the desk.

"I'd rather just find my own way; I don't want to be babied just because I'm my father's daughter. I mean with my looks and name its quite obvious. I know Dad you and the other professors will be watching out for me…" I replied after thinking a bit.

"Very well Alavera, I just want to warn you that your father was not a popular teacher. Even though he has been cleared and he is counted as a hero, some are very… idiotic people who will not see it that way." She had a frown on her face and looked up to Dumbledore's portrait. "After the death of your father's best friend and your mother he froze away from us so much, if it wasn't for you we would have lost him altogether…"

"I understand ma'am… I would never admit it to him but I've often see his hints of ice." I sighed softly. "He lost his best friend and first love, and soon enough he lost my mother and gained a daughter. It was one shock after another for him." I replied.

"I want you to watch after him, ghost or not, he'll still get trouble with that heart and those emotions of his. He was a strong man with a fragile soul." She told me.

"Yes ma'am. Ah Papa Albus has decided to wake and join our discussion?" I asked looking up at the man who was like my Grandfather. He made McGongall bewitch his portrait so that everyday, or whenever he wanted, he had a different outlandish outfit.

"Well hello there Alavera dear, I heard you're in Gryffindor, congrats young lady." He told me smiling.

"Thank you, sadly Professors Black and Lupin keep pushing that in Daddy's face… he may not be solid, but they still feel the need to do such." I told him.

"Ah, well only they would… you should run along now, get ready for the feast. Make sure Gryffindor wins the cup this year?" He asked that lovely twinkling in his eye.

"Yes sir, I'll help to the best of my abilities." I gave him two thumbs up and rushed to Gryffindor tower to tell The Fat Lady the password, "A Gryffindor Snape." It would change after the feast to, "Sweet tooth Werewolves." Professor Black was a very funny and yet cruel person at times. He practically just insured all Gryffindors a way to get extra credit from Professor Lupin.

I rung my hands through my silky black locks that fell to my midback and made sure it wasn't tangled. I was cutting my hair, my father would yell at me later for it I know. I browsed through the book I had gotten in Hogsmede and made sure that I got the haircut perfect. Before I knew it, it was done, my hair now went to my shoulders, it was all in layers and then I put a few red streaks into the bangs to make sure my Dad had a heart attack… somehow. It was lovely when it was finished, it really was, I then attacked my face with my muggle makeup.

I had always been pale, I had gotten that from Daddy. Thankfully I got his hair color, mom's hair texture, his thin figure, Mom's eyes and nose and well… it was a mix after that. I softened my features with foundation then put on light lip-gloss. My eyes were then brought out with eyeliner and some dark eye-shadow. That's all I needed. I put on the necklace McGongall got me shortly after my sorting, a Gryffindor Emblem pendant was on a thin but still strong woven piece of gold. Carved in ruby and highlighted in gold. She wouldn't take no for an answer, she simply replied it was Dumbledore's vault and made for me when and if I joined the ranks of Gryffindor. When I asked Papa Albus about it he told me I was too like my Mother to go to any other house.

I made my way down to the Great Hall thirty minutes before the feast began, ten minutes before others began arriving. I sat myself down at Gryffindor table and pulled out 'Hogwarts: A History' the newest volume. I let myself fall into the pages and kept reading as the students began arriving.

"Who's the girl with the book?" I heard a few voices ask similar questions as Professor Black led in the first years.

I lifted my eyes over the book to see the tiny little ones gawk at the sorting hat, and soon that shriveled old hat I tended to visit on Saturdays for amusing conversations began to sing;

From the flames, there is nothing but rising fortune,

The light of life shatters the dark of death,

The creativity lost is born again,

It and knowledge go hand in hand.

With light creating our vast paths once more,

Where shall you join your brethren?

Oh Hufflepuff,

For those loyal to themselves and others,

They seek friendships and allies,

Oh Ravenclaw,

For those who seek great knowledge,

And with that clever ideas,

Oh Slytherin,

For the cunning seeking fame,

And mythological like lore,

Oh Gryffindor,

For the bravest of brave,

Who fear none it all.

I shall sort you,

One and all,

I shall sort you and make you known.

Your powers will grow, So will your heart,

Now the journey of knowledge embraces its start."

I watched the first years get sort and join their tables before McGongall stood. "This year we have three changes to our staff, and a new House Ghost." I watch the students over my book look around and start whispering in awe and wonder. "The New Gryffindor Head of House, and Transfiguration Professor is; Sirius Black!" I heard shock and loud whoops of joy, especially from the group I was seated with. "Our new Potions Mistress is Morgana Kendrix!" I heard a few claps here and there. "Returning to Defense Against the Dark Arts will be Remus Lupin! Who will be replaced during full moons by the new Slytherin house ghost… Severus Snape!" I heard clapping for Lupin, wolf-whistling too, and when they got to my father's name. Silence. I put my book down and stood up clapping loudly and I was soon joined by a few students here and there including a brunette who was sitting on my left. "Now enjoy your meals!" McGonagall said eyes twinkling towards me, I fell back into my seat and sighed.

"The slimy git is a ghost now?" I heard a red head bark.

"Excuse me?" I asked softly raising an eyebrow at him. "Did you just refer to Severus Snape as a slimy git? That slimy git practically saved half the wizarding world on his own, without help. I will not allow you to speak of him in such fashion." I told him.

"Ronald, she's right." The girl told me and she turned to me, "You must be a transfer, I'm Hermione Granger, I'm retaking my seventh year."

"Alavera, I transferred here from Durmstrang, my father pulled a few strings to have me put here and skipped up to seventh year. He's a bit of a war hero and my marks let me skip. I've been here all summer. I would have been a sixth year…" I smiled weakly.

"How's the new Hogwarts a History?" She asked looking at the book.

"Just lovely, Professor Lupin bought it for me on my birthday." I smiled weakly.

"Oh?" She was a bit curious.

"Oh Alavera, why must a smart young lady such as yourself, find yourself with people like this?" I heard my father speak and I looked up amused.

"Well you see, I was defending you from that red head, and started a conversation with Hermione Granger." I replied smirking.

"Sometimes you are far too much like your mother. Know it alls' always find know it alls'."

"Shouldn't you be at your table Snape?" Ronald asked him.

"How was your summer?" Harry cut in to Snape, having now known Snape's true side all along I could sense his fondness for the ghost.

"Quite well Mister Potter, and to answer your question Mister Weasley, I am simply checking up on my daughter." He replied.

"Your daughter?" Ronald asked.

"Me." I answered for myself; he blushed and gave a whispered apology. Hermione and Harry just gushed over me.

"Alavera is your daughter?" Hermione asked him.

"Yes, Professors Black and Lupin have been teasing me over her house choice." He sighed.

"Well don't worry Daddy, I'm perfectly fine, why don't you go scare your first years?" I asked smiling.

"Well that does sound fun. Don't do anything irrational Miss Snape. I will be looking after you, as well will be the professors." He reminded me.

"I'm quite aware Daddy." I smiled.

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