A/N:

My Lovely Walker Bait, I am SOSORRY!The end of the school year hit me fast, and I was forced to do some major extra credit so my bitch of an english teacher couldn't fail me. I started to write more, and got a couple paragraphs in when I was hit with major writers block, and the fact that I have to watch my siblings every day while my step-dad is at work didn't help. i may also have a slight addiction to World of Warcraft, but thats besides the point. I am going to try and post more than usual to try and make up for not posting. I don't know what will happen, but i will try and post regularly during the rest of the summer. On a better note, I am gonna try something new... whenever I am writing, I always listen to music. SO from now on I will post with the new chapter whatever song I listened to that thought fit the chapter best! Lets see how this works out shall we?

Disclaimer: Not even Herburt the Purple Rhinoceros in the Sky couldn't grant me the rights to Harry Potter and The Walking Dead, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Robert Kirkmen.

Crowded streets are cleared away

One by One

Hollow heroes separate

As they run

You're so cold

Keep your hand in mine

Wise men wonder while strong men die

Show me how it ends it's alright

Show me how defenseless you really are

satisfied and empty inside

Well, that's alright, let's give this another try

~ So Cold by Breaking Benjamin


Previously:

"My name is Professor Severus Snape, I am the Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here because the Headmaster of the school has been finally been informed of the new living arrangements of - I mean , and has asked me to inform you of her past, and to tell you that it is in your best interest to either hand her care over to him, or at least agree to her attending Hogwarts for her magical education."

And now back to our previously scheduled program:


Ivy's POV:

"Who the hell do ya think ya are tellin' me what ta do wit my daughter ya fancy pants tea sippin' stuck up piece ah shit?!"

My Dad was the first to react, yelling obsceneties. Uncle Daryl was sitting on my other side, his fists clenched in silent fury. My hair was turning an angry red, and you could slightly see steam coming off it. I was at a crossroad. On one side, I wanted to jump up and join Dad with his rage, but on the other I knew that it would get us nowhere in this conversation. So I calmly stood up, placing my hand on my Dads shoulder before he could begin his rant again. He swiftly turned his hard gaze onto me, it softening as he meets my eyes. His eyes silently pleaded with me to let him continue, but I shook my head. It isn't in his nature to back down from a fight easily, but he knew how important this discussion could end up being, so he reluctantly backed down. Slowly turning towards Snape, my eyes narrowed as I began to speak, my recently gained southern accent coming out much thicker than usual.

" 'fessor Snape, I understand tha' yer here on some ol' guys orders, but yah ain't got the right come and tell mah family wha' they gotta do wit me!" I said this as calmly as I possibly could, but I know it had the effect that I wanted. Snape looked at me with wide eyes, either because of my accent coming out or how calmly I spoke the words while glaring, before he reset his face with an indifferent look.

I continued." Now, no matter how much I don't like this, the AMoM requested that I attend Hogwarts, thinking that it would be a good experience, being taught where my parents were." I inwardly smirked. I may have 'forgot' to mention that after every year, I have to give a report to the AMoM about the activity in the British Wizarding World. As you can see, there isn't a lot of trust between the two.

"Well I suppose that is better than nothing." Snape said with a nod, looking relieved at the chance to leave. Dad, who was still standing there next to me looked as though he wanted to object, but I had a feeling Snape wasn't done yet, so I silently told him with my eyes to wait a couple minutes, then he could have his fun for all I care. I could feel the slight tingle of my hair calming down to its natural red, and concentrated on turning it to my favorite style, long and choppy with one half black fading into neon green and razored bangs. Snape gave me a slightly bewildered look, before clearing his throat to continue speaking.

" I believe it is time I was on my way, there will be a staff member of Hogwarts coming to show you to Diagon Alley within the next week. Are there any questions before I take my leave?"

" I got one," I said raising my eyebrow slightly," the AMoM said that when the staff member from Hogwarts came, they would have a letter with my list of school supplies in it, do you have it?"

Snape wordlessly reached into his robes ( Not like that Ivy! - I thought to myself inwardly cringing) and pulled out a worn envelope made of parchment. He handed me the letter, pulling back quickly as though it was painful to be so close.

I glanced down at the letter, reading the loopy print which said my name and address:

Miss I. Potter

The Bedroom to the Right

The Cottage in the Woods

Atlanta,

Georgia

Flipping over the letter, I ripped open the seal, pulling out two pieces of paper. The first one read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The second page had the supplies requirements, and said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

sets of plain work robes (black)

plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

My Dad, who was reading over my shoulder, snorted.

"What 're tha name tags for, scared they'll forget who they 're." he said with a loud laugh. Uncle Daryl was quiet, but I could see his shoulders tense while he tried to hold back a laugh.

"They are supposed to make it easier for the staff to learn the students names, but most decide not to follow that particular rule." Snape replied, clearly not amused.

"Well ah wonder why." Dad said between laughs, he always did find things funnier than they actually are.

"If that is all, then I will be on my way." Snape stood up fast, Dad following closely behind.

" Lemme show ya to tha door." Dad said with an evil smirk, as they walked down the hall. I ran as fast as possible to the window, not wanting to miss what was about to happen. When they reached the door, my Dad raised his hand, about to continue with his previous rant, but before he could, Snape apparated with a twist, leaving Dad in the dust. He lowered his arm dejectedly, slumping over as he slowly walked back to the living room.

"Ah didn' even get tah tell 'im he looked like he belonged in tha movie wit the constipated vampires!"


If you find your family don't you cry

In this land of make believe, dead and dry

You're so cold but you feel alive

Lay your hand on me one last time

Show me how it ends, it's alright

Show me how defenseless you really are

Satisfied and empty inside

Well that's alright, let's give this another try

~ So Cold by Breaking Benjamin