A.N: I'm so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in a looooooooooooooooong time. Christmas, New Years, My Uncles 60th and I'm currently on holiday in Brisvegas. This was 2 separate chapters but I felt that they were too short, so I combined them. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll get more up as soon as I can. Thank you for the Support. DH. xoxo

Severus Snape liked to live his life in solitude. It all started when the girls he loved had married the man he despised and gave him a son. This son would be the end of Snape's miserable life. Turns out that the strong feeling he felt for Lily, manifested in her son, making him the one. No one knew that Snape was a Veela except the Malfoy's and Snape was determined to keep it that way. His feeling for the Potter boy were split, the Veela in him loved the boy and wanted him for his own while the Snape him despised the fact he was James Potter's son. Of course he's reputation would be shattered if he took any really action with his feelings towards the Potter boy, so for now he sat back in the shadows, being a silent guardian. When Snape heard that his God-Children were coming to Hogwarts, he was quiet happy, little did he know that they would cause more trouble than he could handle.

As Snape felt Columbia's presents nearing, he sat back and wondered what they had gotten themselves into now. He knew of Draco's obsession with the Granger girl and was immensely curious as to how it would all play out. As for Columbia, her mate was easier to acquire.

"Please do tell me you have a question about your Defence Against the Dark Arts essay." Snape drawled as Columbia entered his office. Snape was not prepared when something hit him square in the chest and nearly knocked of his seat. Columbia sobbed into her God-Fathers chest as she tried to calm herself down.

When she was younger, Columbia would confide in Snape seeing as how Lucius was too busy for her and had to spend all his time with Draco, teaching him about the family's alliances to the Dark Lord. Snape became Columbia's Father figure in every shape and form, and when she had some urgent matter, he would be the first to know.

Snape wrapped his arms around the young girl, holding her tightly while she let out all her frustrations. If Snape had of had a child he wished that he could have had a daughter like Columbia.

"It's alright, tell me what's wrong." Snape started patting her hair to calm her down as he usually did when she was crying.

"D...d...draco won't t...tell Her...hermione about himself and he... he's going to get himself killed...d, by either...r himself or...or Voldemort." Columbia stuttered throughout her tears. Snape cringed when she spoke his name. She was brave and had no problem with using his name. If only he were so brave.

"Draco's just being stubborn, when the time comes, he'll tell her and all will be well." Snape reassured Columbia as she got off of his lap. The tears were still in her eyes but she was now in control of them.

"No, he won't! He told me that he wasn't going to tell her because he was afraid of putting her in danger and that he would rather die alone than put her in harm's way with Voldemort! Columbia fumed a she sat down in the chair across the desk from him. Snape knew Draco had taken the Dark Mark to replace Lucius and make up for his father's failures, and prove to all that he was a strong person, but Snape knew that Draco could not take a life and that's why Narcissa had gone to him. He wasn't happy about having to kill the man who helped and saved him, but if it was to protect his God-son, he'd do it.

"Columbia, Draco wouldn't do this to you. He know as well as you do about Veela twins." Snape explained as Columbia shook her head.

"He said he'd mark Parkinson before he died to take her with him. He's got it all planed out Uncle Sev and he won't listen to me. He looks up to you. Please, make him see reason!" Columbia begged her God-Father as she started crying again. Snape was the only one that could make Draco understand.

"Alright. I'll talk to him. But I can't promise you anything. He's a Malfoy, and being stubborn comes with the name. Now go and have some breakfast, I expect you to be on time for my class." Snape smiled as Columbia got up to leave.

"Thank you Uncle Sev." Columbia left the room and headed for the Great Hall.

Once inside the Great Hall, Columbia headed straight for the Head of the Slytherin table. Being house royalty insured that you sat at the head of the table even if you were only in 6th year. Gryffindor was the only other house that still held onto their house royalty. Their Royalty consisted of Hermione, the Gryffindor Princess and Potter, the Gryffindor Prince. Draco and Columbia were Prince and Princess of their house, though many believed Parkinson to have the title as Slytherin Queen. Columbia arrived at the table and sat between Blasie Zabini, Draco's Best friend and her boyfriend/mate, and Draco. On Draco's other side was the parasite Parkinson.

"Drakie, are you going to the ball? Because I thought that since I'm going you would like to take me since there are no other girls suitable to be by your side." Pansy whined as she cuddled up closely to Draco. To Draco and Columbia, Pansy smelt like old Fire whiskey and sex. It was common knowledge that Pansy had slept with most guys in Hogwarts between the ages of 14 and 18 and all from different houses.

"I am Pansy, but I was intending to go alone. That way I don't have to put up with your feeble attempts at seducing me." Draco shrugged her off and started eating his breakfast again.

Pansy went back to her breakfast begrudgingly, staring over at the Gryffindor table as she did so.

"So are you going to the ball?" Blasie asked Columbia as he slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. Columbia inhaled his scent and smiled. Someday she would tell him the truth about their relationship, but for now she was happy with just being with him.

"Oh, I don't know. If I had someone sexy to go with I might." Columbia replied smirking. Blasie growled and kissed her passionately.

"I wonder if the Gryffindor Virgin is going to the ball. She'll probably go with the Weasel and wear some second hand ball gown that his mother made." Pansy murmured as she stared directly at Hermione. Columbia felt Draco tense against her and pulled away from Blasie.

"Draco, don't. Don't blow everything now. Just calm down." Columbia whispered in Draco's ears as she held onto his arm. Draco had a look of pure death in his eyes as he glared at Pansy.

"What if she goes with the Weasel, Columbia? He'll have his grubby mitts all over her beautiful body!" Draco seethed as he tried to pull away from Columbia. Columbia kicked Draco under the table to grab his attention. Draco spun to look at his sister so quickly it looked like he had already been looking at his sister.

"Let me handle it okay." Columbia said to Draco as she rose from her chair and started heading towards the entrance to the Great Hall.

"I can't believe you even talk to that Buck-toothed Mudblood." Pansy sneered at Columbia as she started down the table.

"Excuse me?" Columbia turned to look at Pansy, hate glistening in her ice blue eyes.

"What? Everyone knows that she's nothing but a filthy little..." SMACK! Pansy fell backwards into the table, spilling food and drink everywhere. Columbia stood, chest heavying, with her fist in the same position it ended up, right where Pansy's nose had been.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" Pansy screamed from behind her blood covered hand. Columbia straightened up and smoothed her skirt down.

"Well at least now you have a reason to fix that pug nose of yours Parkinson." Columbia spat at Pansy. She turned to catch Draco mouth a 'Thank you' the turned to leave the Great Hall. Snape was going to be pissed.