Hey there, I decided to post this chapter a little sooner then I thought I would! (More like I finished it sooner then I thought I would, but I digress...) I think this chapter is a little longer then usual, I'm trying to write them to be longer (MistyMoira, thank you for the review, hope this is better!). Also, thank you to ShelleySnape for reviewing, I hope that you are enjoying the rest of the series as much (Or even better) then you enjoyed the first chapter! With that, I would also like to say that in no way shape or form do I own Harry Potter, Severus Snape or anything you may even remotely recognize in this story. I own the Volkovs and nothing more. With that being said, I now give you chapter seven!

The next day Emmanuelle woke up and dressed before going to the Great Hall. There weren't as many kids as usual, it was the first Saturday after all and she expected everyone to be sleeping in. She sat down and poured herself a coffee then served herself some eggs and toast. As she ate she thought about the coming up week and everything she would be doing. She thought about Hogsmead and knew that since it was Sylvie's third year she would be able to go now. It was with these thoughts that she almost didn't notice the large owl land in front of her until it gave a small hoot. "Oh!" she said snapping out of her thoughts. "Thank you." she untied the letter and the owl flew off letting her open her letter, a small package was attacked to it.

Emmanuelle, do you have any idea how hard it is to find things in your closet? Thank Merlin Pavel came over to talk to me because I fear if he hadn't I might have gotten lost in there forever. I did as you asked though and I pray those are the right scarf and gloves, if not, ask mama, or Adrianna because I will not lose myself in that labyrinth again. Papa has been away on business, and Mama says thank you for brewing as many potions as you did. Ichabod has cleverly disguised them so Igor will not ask questions. When Papa returns I will do the other thing you asked and talk to Pavel about how much you miss him. Pavel wishes to know if you opened the letter he had me give you at Kings Cross. I will be doing some work in London again, and I will get your information on the new Hogwarts DADA teacher. I've heard her name before and I don't know why.

Your obedient older brother,

Roman

Emmanuelle couldn't help but chuckle at his letter before she folded it up and put it in her pocket. She would answer it later. After she finished her breakfast she decided she would get a head start on the homework she had to have done, she lifted her right hand and looked at the wolf's head ring on her right middle finger. She softly stroked the muzzle of the ring and it's green eyes lit up.

"Meet me in the library at eleven." she said into the ring, when she stopped speaking the eyes dulled, showing the message had been sent. Every Volkov had one, and when they were at school it only worked between the students at Hogwarts. With that she stood up, draining her coffee and walked to her room. She got the books and parchment she would need before she walked to the library.

"Good morning Ms. Pince." Emmanuelle said softly. The older dark haired woman looked up from the books she was stamping. The older woman looked her over then nodded to her as Emmanuelle walked to a secluded area of the library where she had found very few people ever went. She sat down at a table and opened her bag. She pulled a few books out of the bag and some of her parchment. She picked up a quill and her ink pot and decided to work on her essay for professor Snape's class.

It was 10:15 when Severus Snape went to the library, holding a library book he had taken from a student. "Madam Prince," he said softly and she looked up at him as he held out the book. "It was taken from the student who checked it out for throwing it at another student during my second year class." he explained softly. A look of horror crossed the older woman's face as she snatched the book out of his hands. He turned and walked into the library. He found a book he wanted to read and went to the area he used to sit in when he was a student studying and didn't want Potter and his friends to come across him, only to come across Emmanuelle Volkov, sitting in the same corner he used to sit in, her papers strew about on the table, she was concentrating on a page in her book and was writing notes down on the parchment next to her.

"Yes, a student in the library on a Saturday," she muttered loud enough for him to hear. "Unheard of."

"It would explain why you're the number one in your class." he said lowly as he went to the second table in the area and sat down. "I didn't think many people know about this area."

"They don't." she muttered as she flipped through the pages of the book and found another section she had marked with a small scrap of paper. He looked over at her as she scrawled down something, paused and closed her eyes momentarily before opening them again and moving her notes paper and dipping her quill into the ink and starting her paper. Severus watched as she wrote quickly, and then turned his eyes back to his book, her quill scratching the parchment, and the occasional pause so she could dip her quill in the ink, or reread what she had written. As Severus found himself re-reading the same line he had been re-reading for the past few minutes he found himself overcome to turn to her and ask her the question that had been bugging him since she had potions class with him.

"Your father tried to pull you from school?" he asked softly, breaking the silence between them both. She looked up as though she didn't register that he had spoken for a moment, then let the question sink in.

"Oh," she whispered. "Yes."

"After the Final Task?" he questioned and she shook her head as she lay her quill down.

"In my fourth year." she said softly. "I- well, there had been an offer." she shrugged with a small blush.

"An offer?"

"For marriage." she said softly and he frowned.

"And your father considered letting you marry at fourteen?"

"My father considered many things." she nodded. "He was going to send me to a muggle finishing school, the one my mum went to in France." she looked back at her hands and cleared her throat. "I'm not proud of slipping the persuasiveness potion in his drink, but I think I can do more in life then just marry and make babies." she shook her head and looked down at her essay.

"Ms. Volkov, I don't remember having a guidance meeting with you." he said after a moment of thought.

"That's because we didn't have one." she said softly. "My father pulled us out of school for a week."

"Why?"

"It's not important." she said and looked up at him. "I don't have high hopes for my future professor, I just want to get through this year." she admitted, and picked at the tip of the feather quill she was using.

"What is it you want to do after Hogwarts?" he asked and she thought for a moment before blushing and shaking her head.

"Its dumb." she said and started to write again.

"Ms. Volkov, as the head of your house, and the one you'll need to go to for recommendations when you leave, tell me what you want to do." he said and she nodded.

"I'd like to open an apothecary." she said quietly. "But it'll never happen." she looked back at her essay and started writing again, this time he stayed quiet, letting himself mull over what she had told him. She was a very bright girl, and was the head of her class, she was taking Herbology and had stayed in Potions, and it was obvious, by her obsessing scratching of the quill she held in her left hand- why he had never noticed she was left handed before he didn't know, nor did he know why he noticed it now- she was a very driven young woman, so the only reason she could not fulfill her (rather surprising) dream he assumed had something to do with her close knit, and run on tradition, family.

Almost on cue the remaining Volkov girls filed into the library, each holding their bags, Angel looking tired and confused about why she was there, but when she caught sight of Emmanuelle writing her essay she groaned in realization, earning a dirty look from Madam Pince. The girls sat down and after catching sight of Professor Snape they began to converse quite softly in a different language. He stood, his eyes locked on Emmanuelle who looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. He stared down at her for a moment before she smiled faintly at him, then turned those ice green eyes away from him and answered whatever it was one of her sisters had said to her, and he walked out of the library, his long black cloak billowing behind him in the same fashion that had earned him the nickname of the dungeon bat, intimidating any student that crossed his path. If he had looked back at Emmanuelle he'd have noticed the small smirk plastered on her face as she watched him leave, which didn't go unnoticed by Odette.