The Phoenix
Written by Serena S Snape
Authors Note: once again, it's not mine, don't sue me.
No, Fiona doesn't have a Crush on Snape. I know the last chapter almost made it sound like it, but come on, she's eleven, and he's older then Her dad! I think she might have the hots for Geoff Walton though...
As for what the Sorting hat was up to, well, if I told you that in the notes, then you wouldn't have to read the story, now would you? Also, this year, 2003, September 1st was a Monday, so I went with it in the story.
One more note: as Malfoys a prefect and a pureblood, he will appear quite a bit in this story, much to my distaste. I'm not exactly a Malfoy fan. Snape however.... Mmmmm.... Snape-y.
Chapter Three: Slytherin House
September first was a Monday, so it would be only a few short hours before Fiona would discover what the bit of Parchment was all about. It was the first thought that wafted into her head as she awoke on Tuesday, and made her incredibly curious. Her phoenix sat on its perch in the dorm, head tucked under its wing as it slept. Fiona sat up, but, remaining in bed, she pulled out a bottle of ink, a quill, and a bit of parchment from her trunk near the bed.
Quickly she wrote a letter to her father.
Dad,
The Sorting hat sorted a ton of kids into Slytherin last night, so many that I think the Headmaster asked him why he was doing it. But there were so many, that we couldn't all fit at the table, until it was stretched to handle all of us. I don't get it, there aren't that many purebloods, are there? And why was Serena sorted to Slytherin? Lucius's son, Draco, handed me a bit of parchment to read last night, it told me to be a certain place at a certain time, then he told me to make sure I wore my hood. Didn't Draco's dad get arrested and Sent to askaban for being a Death Eater?
Give mum a hug for me, and throw captain dogface at Kevin. :)
Love,
Fiona
Fiona quickly folded the note and climbed out of bed. She approached Alexis and gently stroked the brilliant red Phoenix, which sang a low, beautiful note as it awoke.
"Will you take this to dad for me Alexis?" Fiona asked politely. The Phoenix gave a soft chirp, noticing that the rest of the dorm was asleep. Taking the parchment in its sharp talons, the phoenix vanished in a flash of flame.
Fiona smiled for a moment, silently thanking her dad for teaching her how to 'make' a Phoenix, before quickly dressing and heading up to breakfast.
In the great hall, there were only a few students scattered among the four tables, one of them being Draco.
Sitting down across from him, Fiona had a strange feeling that something was missing.
"Where're those two blokes that are always following you around?" Fiona asked, helping herself to some bacon and pancakes.
"Who, Crabbe and Goyle? They Sleep in. They're normally late for the first Class each day." Draco replied.
"They seem, Thick." Fiona commented.
"Well, being Pureblood was taken a little too far in their families, I think their families have done quite a bit of Inbreeding."
"That's Disgusting!" Fiona blanched.
"But it wouldn't surprise me. Anyway, it's just a Theory. Where's your friend?" Draco asked, before drinking deeply from his goblet.
"I think she's still in bed." Fiona replied. "I'm not her keeper."
Malfoy nodded. "Speaking of keeper, are you going to try out for Quidditch this year? First years don't normally make it, but ever since potter came here all the rules seem to have changed."
"Potter?" Fiona asked, furrowing her brow. "Not Harry Potter?"
"Yes, Harry Potter. A Gryffindor. Flouts the rules, then is praised for breaking them. Perfect Potter. Just because his parents are dead and he has that Hideous Scar."
"He breaks the rules and doesn't get in trouble? Snape made it sound like we'd be tortured if we broke the rules!" Fiona Commented.
"Though I don't think Snape would mind torturing those who break rules, He expects a lot out of us, and therefore is highly strict. The other houses think he favors us. Bah. I think its Rubbish."
"So what does he do if we break rules?" Fiona asked.
"Gives us more work. In our first year, he had Crabbe and Goyle scrubbing out his office so often they could find ingredients in their sleep, and that's saying something, for those two. When I was caught out of bed in my first year, Snape made me take extra lessons from him."
"What kind of Lessons? Extra potions?"
"I wish. I'm quite good at Potion Making, but no, he made me Study this book on Dueling for hours. Ended up being useful in my second year though, when I dueled Potter."
"What happened?" Fiona asked, pouring herself a goblet of milk.
"I did a Spell, Serpantsortia. It causes a Serpent to shoot out of a wand. Of course, Potter just happened to be a Parseltounge and talked to the ruddy thing."
"Potter's a Parseltounge?" Fiona asked. "If he's a Parseltounge, shouldn't he be in Slytherin?"
"He's not good enough for Slytherin. You know, Gryffindors are just the brave wizards that aren't purebloods. They always call the Gryffindors brave. We Slytherins are brave, we're just not a Lion..."
Malfoy continued to talk, but Fiona began to simply ignore him. She had more pressing matters on her mind, like classes. The great hall had began to fill with students, and Snape, at the professors table, held a large stack of papers that Fiona was sure they were the new schedules.
Care of Magical Creatures was first, which slightly annoyed Fiona. She had no desire to be outside so early in the morning.
Serena caught up with Fiona back up in the common room, as Fiona gathered her books for before lunch classes. Fiona had to smile as the dark skinned girl rushed in, dressed in the school uniform of a gray, pleated skirt, a gray knit shirt, trimmed with Green, a white dress shirt with a green and black tie, and her long black robes with the Slytherin Crest now emblazoned on the front, she looked no different then any other the so called 'purebloods'.
"Your Phoenix woke me up this morning." Serena commented as she quickly stopped running, and her robes swished around her ankles. "She had a letter in her Talons."
"Whoa, that was quick." Fiona quickly raced downstairs, with Serena following her.
Downstairs, the brilliant Phoenix indeed held a envelope addressed to Fiona in her talons.
"Thanks Alexis." Fiona grinned before taking the letter. Quickly she opened the envelope and read it's contents:
Fiona:
Knowing the Malfoy family, the time and place bit was for something having to do with the Dark Lord. Especially if it's long after the Professors take to patrolling the halls. Go, and let me know everything about what happens. But make sure no one sees your face. Just because you were invited, doesn't mean he can prove you were there.
Be careful around Malfoy, and destroy this letter after you've read it. Being both a pureblood and a Slytherin, you have to be very careful about anyone's knowledge of you with anything having to do with the Dark Lord. It wouldn't look well. However, Make sure Professor Snape knows. And if Snape knows, Dumbledore will know. Once again. Destroy this letter and don't let anyone else know about it. NOT EVEN SERENA.
Your Mother sends her love.
Love,
Dad.
Fiona quickly shoved the letter back into the envelope, and looked at Serena. "Well?" Serena asked. "What was that all about?"
"Just dad, sending his love." Fiona smirked.
"Like your father has ever sent his love." Serena cocked an eyebrow. "I see why you can't lie to your dad, he isn't a mind reader, and you're just a really bad liar."
"I wasn't lying. Look, Malfoy invited me to some type of meeting. I don't know what it's all about. Wrote to dad about it. But he told me not to say anymore, not even to you."
"Well, that's stupid." Serena smirked. "Because he knows you tell me everything."
"Everything except my family being a lot of witches and wizards?"
"Well, I haven't forgiven you for that, yet. But I will as soon as you tell me about this."
"You never told me about what my dad said to you that night we got back from Diagon alley."
"That's different." Serena replied. "I can't tell you."
"And why not?" Fiona asked as the two headed upstairs to go to Care of magical creatures.
"Because I don't remember, myself." Serena replied. "All I remember, is him telling you to leave us alone for a moment, then him telling me about those death eater's kids. Fiona." She paused, looking at Fiona for a moment. "You don't think he cast some sort of spell on me or something?"
"I don't see why he would, or even what spell he would use." Fiona replied thoughtfully.
"But obviously he knows more about spells then you, he might know one you don't, and that's why I'm in Slytherin."
"No clue." Fiona commented.
-
"What is he?"
"Are you sure it's a he?"
"He's got a beard, of course it's a he."
"Think he's part Troll?"
"No, he doesn't stink bad enough, and his skin's normal. Trolls are green."
"Only Mountain trolls. Valley trolls are brown, as are Desert trolls."
"How would you know?"
"My older sister Studies trolls."
Fiona and Serena walked up upon a large group of Slytherin and Gryffindor first years chatting adamantly, a very odd sight indeed for Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"You don't think we have to study him?" someone wearing a gryffindor robe asked. "He looks dangerous."
"No." Someone else, wearing Slytherin robes replied. "I know of him, he's Rebeus Hagrid, our Professor."
"How do you know?" the gryffindor asked.
"He was in the news last year, he's half Giant or something."
"'Ello firs' years!" the large man boomed. "I'm your Care of Magical Creatures Professor, but ye' can jus' call me Hagrid. Now, d'all of ye have yer book?"
The first years replied by raising their books slightly.
"Grea'. Well, Then, Le's get star'ed. Today we'll be studying a creature called a Kneazle..."
Several hours later, Fiona and Serena left their History of magic class to go to lunch.
"That was the worst experience of my LIFE." Serena complained loudly. "That Ghost was so incredibly dull!"
"I agree." Fiona replied absently. "My parent's weren't kidding. How does Professor Snape expect us to do well in a class we can't even stay awake in?"
"Force yourself." Came a silky voice behind the two girls. Spinning around, they found Professor Snape directly behind them.
"Professor Snape." The two girls Echoed.
"Why don't the two of you come to my office."? Professor Snape continued calmly.
He led the two girls down into the dungeons, though he turned an opposite direction to lead them into another room, that appeared to be the potions classroom. Off the potions classroom, and up a few steps, was a heavy wooden door that Snape led the two girls to.
Inside, the office was filled with storage cabinets, and strange things floating in different colored goo's.
"Sit." He ordered, motioning to two chairs sitting before a giant dark wooden desk, and behind it, a tall backed throne like chair. The professor didn't speak again until he was seated at his chair.
"What part of my words last night didn't you understand?" Snape asked, placing his right hand delicately on his chin, rubbing it ever so slightly.
"We understood it." Fiona began immediately. "We didn't say we wouldn't do well, it's just going to take a lot of work."
"Yes, then you had best do whatever it takes to exceed all of your classmates in History of Magic, though I hardly need saying it won't be difficult, as your fellow classmates are the Hufflepuff."
The professor gave a slight smirk and the two girls laughed weakly.
"After lunch you will have potions in the classroom you just left." Snape began again. "I expect the two of you have prepared yourself sufficiently?"
"We think so." Serena piped up.
"Good." Snape replied. "Now, Miss Stevens, you may join your classmates for lunch. Miss Webbly, I am afraid I must hold you back for a few more minutes."
"Yes Professor." Serena stood to her feet, cast a look of "Good luck" at her friend and quickly left the Office.
"Now, Miss Webbly." Professor Snape stood to his feet. "I received a rather urgent phoenix from your father today stating that you needed to have a word with me."
"I forgot." Fiona breathed, and then found her voice. "Yes Professor, Malfoy handed me a bit of parchment last night, and told me to read it. It said to be in front of the Slytherin common room fire at midnight tonight, with my hood up."
"I have no doubt that Draco Malfoy is attempting to start a student group of Death eaters. What did your father tell you to do?"
"He told me to go, but to hide my face, and not let anyone see who I am."
"Yes, you should go. I want you to give me full details after the meeting."
"Aren't you going to go?" Fiona asked quickly.
"I cannot." Snape replied. "As he had you read from the parchment, there is a special charm over the common room that will only allow those who have read the parchment to see the goings on. Even if I stood a foot from you, I wouldn't see you."
Calmly he stood to his feet. "Whatever they tell you to do, do not be reluctant, but do not be over enthusiastic. And whatever you do, do not take the dark mark."
"The dark mark?" Fiona asked.
"It is a mark that is emblazoned upon your left forearm. It will bind you to the Dark Lord."
Fiona blanched, remembering her fathers' words.
"Do you have a problem?" Snape asked.
"No professor." Fiona quickly recovered. "I'm quite hungry, though, might I go to lunch now?"
"Of course." The tall man motioned for her to leave the office.
In the Great hall, Serena was munching on a turkey, lettuce and tomato sandwich as Fiona walked up.
"What was that all about?" Serena asked immediately.
"I dunno." Fiona replied. "He was just asking me about weather the other students had given you any guff."
"No." Serena replied. "Of course not."
And that was all that was said about that.
Written by Serena S Snape
Authors Note: once again, it's not mine, don't sue me.
No, Fiona doesn't have a Crush on Snape. I know the last chapter almost made it sound like it, but come on, she's eleven, and he's older then Her dad! I think she might have the hots for Geoff Walton though...
As for what the Sorting hat was up to, well, if I told you that in the notes, then you wouldn't have to read the story, now would you? Also, this year, 2003, September 1st was a Monday, so I went with it in the story.
One more note: as Malfoys a prefect and a pureblood, he will appear quite a bit in this story, much to my distaste. I'm not exactly a Malfoy fan. Snape however.... Mmmmm.... Snape-y.
Chapter Three: Slytherin House
September first was a Monday, so it would be only a few short hours before Fiona would discover what the bit of Parchment was all about. It was the first thought that wafted into her head as she awoke on Tuesday, and made her incredibly curious. Her phoenix sat on its perch in the dorm, head tucked under its wing as it slept. Fiona sat up, but, remaining in bed, she pulled out a bottle of ink, a quill, and a bit of parchment from her trunk near the bed.
Quickly she wrote a letter to her father.
Dad,
The Sorting hat sorted a ton of kids into Slytherin last night, so many that I think the Headmaster asked him why he was doing it. But there were so many, that we couldn't all fit at the table, until it was stretched to handle all of us. I don't get it, there aren't that many purebloods, are there? And why was Serena sorted to Slytherin? Lucius's son, Draco, handed me a bit of parchment to read last night, it told me to be a certain place at a certain time, then he told me to make sure I wore my hood. Didn't Draco's dad get arrested and Sent to askaban for being a Death Eater?
Give mum a hug for me, and throw captain dogface at Kevin. :)
Love,
Fiona
Fiona quickly folded the note and climbed out of bed. She approached Alexis and gently stroked the brilliant red Phoenix, which sang a low, beautiful note as it awoke.
"Will you take this to dad for me Alexis?" Fiona asked politely. The Phoenix gave a soft chirp, noticing that the rest of the dorm was asleep. Taking the parchment in its sharp talons, the phoenix vanished in a flash of flame.
Fiona smiled for a moment, silently thanking her dad for teaching her how to 'make' a Phoenix, before quickly dressing and heading up to breakfast.
In the great hall, there were only a few students scattered among the four tables, one of them being Draco.
Sitting down across from him, Fiona had a strange feeling that something was missing.
"Where're those two blokes that are always following you around?" Fiona asked, helping herself to some bacon and pancakes.
"Who, Crabbe and Goyle? They Sleep in. They're normally late for the first Class each day." Draco replied.
"They seem, Thick." Fiona commented.
"Well, being Pureblood was taken a little too far in their families, I think their families have done quite a bit of Inbreeding."
"That's Disgusting!" Fiona blanched.
"But it wouldn't surprise me. Anyway, it's just a Theory. Where's your friend?" Draco asked, before drinking deeply from his goblet.
"I think she's still in bed." Fiona replied. "I'm not her keeper."
Malfoy nodded. "Speaking of keeper, are you going to try out for Quidditch this year? First years don't normally make it, but ever since potter came here all the rules seem to have changed."
"Potter?" Fiona asked, furrowing her brow. "Not Harry Potter?"
"Yes, Harry Potter. A Gryffindor. Flouts the rules, then is praised for breaking them. Perfect Potter. Just because his parents are dead and he has that Hideous Scar."
"He breaks the rules and doesn't get in trouble? Snape made it sound like we'd be tortured if we broke the rules!" Fiona Commented.
"Though I don't think Snape would mind torturing those who break rules, He expects a lot out of us, and therefore is highly strict. The other houses think he favors us. Bah. I think its Rubbish."
"So what does he do if we break rules?" Fiona asked.
"Gives us more work. In our first year, he had Crabbe and Goyle scrubbing out his office so often they could find ingredients in their sleep, and that's saying something, for those two. When I was caught out of bed in my first year, Snape made me take extra lessons from him."
"What kind of Lessons? Extra potions?"
"I wish. I'm quite good at Potion Making, but no, he made me Study this book on Dueling for hours. Ended up being useful in my second year though, when I dueled Potter."
"What happened?" Fiona asked, pouring herself a goblet of milk.
"I did a Spell, Serpantsortia. It causes a Serpent to shoot out of a wand. Of course, Potter just happened to be a Parseltounge and talked to the ruddy thing."
"Potter's a Parseltounge?" Fiona asked. "If he's a Parseltounge, shouldn't he be in Slytherin?"
"He's not good enough for Slytherin. You know, Gryffindors are just the brave wizards that aren't purebloods. They always call the Gryffindors brave. We Slytherins are brave, we're just not a Lion..."
Malfoy continued to talk, but Fiona began to simply ignore him. She had more pressing matters on her mind, like classes. The great hall had began to fill with students, and Snape, at the professors table, held a large stack of papers that Fiona was sure they were the new schedules.
Care of Magical Creatures was first, which slightly annoyed Fiona. She had no desire to be outside so early in the morning.
Serena caught up with Fiona back up in the common room, as Fiona gathered her books for before lunch classes. Fiona had to smile as the dark skinned girl rushed in, dressed in the school uniform of a gray, pleated skirt, a gray knit shirt, trimmed with Green, a white dress shirt with a green and black tie, and her long black robes with the Slytherin Crest now emblazoned on the front, she looked no different then any other the so called 'purebloods'.
"Your Phoenix woke me up this morning." Serena commented as she quickly stopped running, and her robes swished around her ankles. "She had a letter in her Talons."
"Whoa, that was quick." Fiona quickly raced downstairs, with Serena following her.
Downstairs, the brilliant Phoenix indeed held a envelope addressed to Fiona in her talons.
"Thanks Alexis." Fiona grinned before taking the letter. Quickly she opened the envelope and read it's contents:
Fiona:
Knowing the Malfoy family, the time and place bit was for something having to do with the Dark Lord. Especially if it's long after the Professors take to patrolling the halls. Go, and let me know everything about what happens. But make sure no one sees your face. Just because you were invited, doesn't mean he can prove you were there.
Be careful around Malfoy, and destroy this letter after you've read it. Being both a pureblood and a Slytherin, you have to be very careful about anyone's knowledge of you with anything having to do with the Dark Lord. It wouldn't look well. However, Make sure Professor Snape knows. And if Snape knows, Dumbledore will know. Once again. Destroy this letter and don't let anyone else know about it. NOT EVEN SERENA.
Your Mother sends her love.
Love,
Dad.
Fiona quickly shoved the letter back into the envelope, and looked at Serena. "Well?" Serena asked. "What was that all about?"
"Just dad, sending his love." Fiona smirked.
"Like your father has ever sent his love." Serena cocked an eyebrow. "I see why you can't lie to your dad, he isn't a mind reader, and you're just a really bad liar."
"I wasn't lying. Look, Malfoy invited me to some type of meeting. I don't know what it's all about. Wrote to dad about it. But he told me not to say anymore, not even to you."
"Well, that's stupid." Serena smirked. "Because he knows you tell me everything."
"Everything except my family being a lot of witches and wizards?"
"Well, I haven't forgiven you for that, yet. But I will as soon as you tell me about this."
"You never told me about what my dad said to you that night we got back from Diagon alley."
"That's different." Serena replied. "I can't tell you."
"And why not?" Fiona asked as the two headed upstairs to go to Care of magical creatures.
"Because I don't remember, myself." Serena replied. "All I remember, is him telling you to leave us alone for a moment, then him telling me about those death eater's kids. Fiona." She paused, looking at Fiona for a moment. "You don't think he cast some sort of spell on me or something?"
"I don't see why he would, or even what spell he would use." Fiona replied thoughtfully.
"But obviously he knows more about spells then you, he might know one you don't, and that's why I'm in Slytherin."
"No clue." Fiona commented.
-
"What is he?"
"Are you sure it's a he?"
"He's got a beard, of course it's a he."
"Think he's part Troll?"
"No, he doesn't stink bad enough, and his skin's normal. Trolls are green."
"Only Mountain trolls. Valley trolls are brown, as are Desert trolls."
"How would you know?"
"My older sister Studies trolls."
Fiona and Serena walked up upon a large group of Slytherin and Gryffindor first years chatting adamantly, a very odd sight indeed for Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"You don't think we have to study him?" someone wearing a gryffindor robe asked. "He looks dangerous."
"No." Someone else, wearing Slytherin robes replied. "I know of him, he's Rebeus Hagrid, our Professor."
"How do you know?" the gryffindor asked.
"He was in the news last year, he's half Giant or something."
"'Ello firs' years!" the large man boomed. "I'm your Care of Magical Creatures Professor, but ye' can jus' call me Hagrid. Now, d'all of ye have yer book?"
The first years replied by raising their books slightly.
"Grea'. Well, Then, Le's get star'ed. Today we'll be studying a creature called a Kneazle..."
Several hours later, Fiona and Serena left their History of magic class to go to lunch.
"That was the worst experience of my LIFE." Serena complained loudly. "That Ghost was so incredibly dull!"
"I agree." Fiona replied absently. "My parent's weren't kidding. How does Professor Snape expect us to do well in a class we can't even stay awake in?"
"Force yourself." Came a silky voice behind the two girls. Spinning around, they found Professor Snape directly behind them.
"Professor Snape." The two girls Echoed.
"Why don't the two of you come to my office."? Professor Snape continued calmly.
He led the two girls down into the dungeons, though he turned an opposite direction to lead them into another room, that appeared to be the potions classroom. Off the potions classroom, and up a few steps, was a heavy wooden door that Snape led the two girls to.
Inside, the office was filled with storage cabinets, and strange things floating in different colored goo's.
"Sit." He ordered, motioning to two chairs sitting before a giant dark wooden desk, and behind it, a tall backed throne like chair. The professor didn't speak again until he was seated at his chair.
"What part of my words last night didn't you understand?" Snape asked, placing his right hand delicately on his chin, rubbing it ever so slightly.
"We understood it." Fiona began immediately. "We didn't say we wouldn't do well, it's just going to take a lot of work."
"Yes, then you had best do whatever it takes to exceed all of your classmates in History of Magic, though I hardly need saying it won't be difficult, as your fellow classmates are the Hufflepuff."
The professor gave a slight smirk and the two girls laughed weakly.
"After lunch you will have potions in the classroom you just left." Snape began again. "I expect the two of you have prepared yourself sufficiently?"
"We think so." Serena piped up.
"Good." Snape replied. "Now, Miss Stevens, you may join your classmates for lunch. Miss Webbly, I am afraid I must hold you back for a few more minutes."
"Yes Professor." Serena stood to her feet, cast a look of "Good luck" at her friend and quickly left the Office.
"Now, Miss Webbly." Professor Snape stood to his feet. "I received a rather urgent phoenix from your father today stating that you needed to have a word with me."
"I forgot." Fiona breathed, and then found her voice. "Yes Professor, Malfoy handed me a bit of parchment last night, and told me to read it. It said to be in front of the Slytherin common room fire at midnight tonight, with my hood up."
"I have no doubt that Draco Malfoy is attempting to start a student group of Death eaters. What did your father tell you to do?"
"He told me to go, but to hide my face, and not let anyone see who I am."
"Yes, you should go. I want you to give me full details after the meeting."
"Aren't you going to go?" Fiona asked quickly.
"I cannot." Snape replied. "As he had you read from the parchment, there is a special charm over the common room that will only allow those who have read the parchment to see the goings on. Even if I stood a foot from you, I wouldn't see you."
Calmly he stood to his feet. "Whatever they tell you to do, do not be reluctant, but do not be over enthusiastic. And whatever you do, do not take the dark mark."
"The dark mark?" Fiona asked.
"It is a mark that is emblazoned upon your left forearm. It will bind you to the Dark Lord."
Fiona blanched, remembering her fathers' words.
"Do you have a problem?" Snape asked.
"No professor." Fiona quickly recovered. "I'm quite hungry, though, might I go to lunch now?"
"Of course." The tall man motioned for her to leave the office.
In the Great hall, Serena was munching on a turkey, lettuce and tomato sandwich as Fiona walked up.
"What was that all about?" Serena asked immediately.
"I dunno." Fiona replied. "He was just asking me about weather the other students had given you any guff."
"No." Serena replied. "Of course not."
And that was all that was said about that.