Lavender Brown and Ginny Weasley didn't seem like two likely allies, but today they were ganging up on Hermione Granger.

They had found her in the library, writing an Ancient Runes essay. "Hermione," Ginny had said, "Lavender and I have something to ask you."

Hermione had been surprised to see the two girls together. What exactly would both of these girls want from Hermione? The answers to the upcoming Potions exam? Even if Hermione was friends with one of the two, they were not going to get them. "What is it, Ginny?" Then, reluctantly, Hermione had turned her head a fraction of an inch. "Lavender?"

"What is this?"

Lavender had tossed the book to Hermione, who had caught it rather awkwardly. A blush had formed across her face. "I found it in the library the other day. It's a terrible read."

"Oh, we know."

Hermione was surprised to look up and see Ginny and Lavender nodding in unison. "You've read it?"

"Yeah, I took a glance at it the other day," Ginny had spat. "Lavender read a bit too."

"They said I was a brunette," Lavender had said, revolted.

"They said I was getting it on with my brothers." Ginny's face showed her horror.

"Oh, I know, it's horrid!" Hermione had responded. "But look at this chapter…this one's the worst…"

Currently, the three girls were in the Gryffindor Common Room, waiting for a certain mutual acquaintance to show up. Hermione was waiting for her best friend, Ginny was waiting for her possible boyfriend, and Lavender was waiting for a boy she barely knew, but had always admired and gotten on with well enough. And so when Harry entered through the portrait hole, it was to see three girls running towards him, a book in their hands.

"Harry, read this," Ginny commanded him. While Hermione steered Harry towards a chair, Ginny handed him the book. Lavender helped him find the correct page.

"What the…what's this all about, you guys?"

"Just. Read."

Harry was used to Hermione's bossy ways, but something about her voice made him realize that something sinister was on these pages. Was Voldemort somehow back again? Were the Death Eaters on the rise? But no, this wasn't the "Daily Prophet", it was a book…

Rose Amber Michelle Corinne Cynthia Potter Snape was called Rose by most of her friends. She was in Slytherin house and her dad was Severus Snape.

"Snape would never name his kid Rose, of all things!" Harry griped. "I'm not going to read this crap. And he'd never give her the middle, or…whatever name that is…of Potter! He hated my dad!"

"Come on, Harry!" It was Lavender this time, and Harry was surprised to see the anxious, angry look on her face. She was glaring at the book as if it was the epitome of all evil.

She had green eyes and black hair with red streaks in it. She was really beautiful but she only had eyes for one guy: Draco Malfoy.

"This girl has no taste," Harry said, growing impatient. "Is this someone's diary or something? Shouldn't we give it back to them?"

"No, it's a library book," Ginny said. "Read it, please."

Her best friend was Harry Potter even though he was a Gryffindor. They were hanging out one day, but alone because she didn't like his friends Hermione and Ron. She thought that Ron was immature and that Hermione was really really mean and bossy. So anyway one day she and Harry were researching family tress and they found out that they were brother and sister and that when Lily and James had died they'd given Harry to the Dursleys for protection and Rose to Snape.

"How…how exactly were my aunt and uncle supposed to protect me?" Harry asked, placing the book on his lap.

Hermione let on an exasperated sigh. "Harry, I think you're missing the point. This book claims that you have a sister."

Harry blinked, looking at each of the three girls, and then at the book. "Er, no, I'm fairly certain that I don't. And I don't know anyone named…" He peeked at the name that had been at the start of the story before saying, "Rose Amber Michelle Corrine Cynthia Potter Snape…"

"Just like we thought," Ginny said, smugly.

"So what do you propose we do with it?" Hermione asked the three others.

Perplexed, Harry shut the book and stood up. "What do you mean?"

"I said that we should burn it," Lavender said. Reaching a hand up to her glossy blonde hair she added, "It said I was a brunette, after all."

"You don't want to know what it said about me," Ginny said with a snort.

When Harry turned towards Hermione, she said, "I'm even up for burning this one. Apparently I'm in love with Draco."

Harry knew that if Hermione, of all people, wanted to destroy a book, it surely had to be vile. The story that he'd read had been bad, but it had provided some bit of humor to his day. Looking back on it, the background information had been abysmal, almost in a funny way, and the author had spelled "trees" as "tress". Deep down, he'd always found spelling errors to be rather funny.

"Let's keep it," Harry said. "Or better yet, let's give it to someone, as a gift."

"And who do you propose we give it to?" Hermione asked, hands on hips.

Harry arched his eyebrows, an interesting idea coming to his mind. "Oh, someone all three of you know rather well."