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A/N Hey, redrosy here. Sorry this took so long! This chapter will be in Missy's POV and some of Harry's POV, but I'm pretty sure the next chapter will have Snape in it. So, uhm, please don't be mad. Here it is: Chapter 9!
CHAPTER 9
"I am so sorry ... I mean... I just thought... Can I make this up to you?" Missy asked with an apologetic look in her eyes. Albus Dumbledore had a big smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes. "Well, Severus?" he asked. Severus just stood there, shocked. No one had apologized to him before, well, at least no one Missy's age. That was a definite point in the girl's favor, but he still would not consider her an equal. She had a long way to go before he'd do that! "I accept your apology but, never, ever assume that I would hurt Emmilen," he said severely. Missy's face took on a cheerful look then. "Done! I promise I will make this up to you." Severus looked at the girl very strangely, as if he'd never seen anyone or anything quite like her before. "Well, Severus, I believe we are done here. Come, Missy, I will escort you to your chambers," Albus said. "OK. Good night," Missy turned to Snape and Emmilen. "Good night, Missy. Good night, Mr. Albus," Emmilen replied, running to give them each a hug. "Good night," Albus smiled, as he and Missy left. Severus got up and went to the cupboard to get some ingredients for a pain- killing potion for Emmilen. He had decided that he would make a slightly different potion from the ones the students took. He wanted to add some special magical herbs that would purge the area and reduce any inflammation. When the potion was finished, Severus ladled some into a goblet and asked, "Emmilen, would you come here?" "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus," Emmilen said. "Drink this," he ordered, giving Emmilen the goblet. "It's a potion to get rid of the pain you have in your throat." "OK," Emmilen said then drank it. "All gone, Uncle Sev'rus." "Good girl! Now go to bed," Severus said. "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus, good night." "Good night," Severus replied, heading for bed himself.
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"Are you ready Emmilen?" Severus asked. "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus," said Emmilen, as they left to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Hey! I am glad I caught you guys!" Missy came up behind Severus and Emmilen. "Hi, Missy!" Emmilen crowed, but Severus just glared at the teen. He was still mad about the night before. They entered the Great Hall together. Emmilen pulled Missy to the Slytherin table, and Severus went to sit at the head table.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()() Harry's POV
'Who is she?' I wonder as I look at the Slytherin table. "What are you looking at, Harry?" asks Ginny. "Who's that girl sitting next to Snape's niece at the Slytherin table?" "That's Miss Terlan. She is the assistant Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." "Why is she sitting at the Slytherin table? Shouldn't she be at the head table?" I ask, confused. Why would the assistant DADA teacher so obviously side with one House? And Slytherin, no less! Or was she planning to sit at a different House table every meal? Or every morning? That certainly would be a different approach to things! Usually the teachers at the head table try to act like they're ignoring us. I mean, unless we're acting up or something. "Snape's niece is Miss Terlan's cousin. She will tell you this in DADA," Ginny replies, sounding annoyed. Then breakfast is over. Luckily for me, I have DADA first today. I hurry to the classroom and sit down next to Ron and Hermione, anxious to find out more about this newest person from Snape's family. Will she act as, well, evil as he does, or will she be halfway decent to us students? The new woman enters the room and gives us all a bright smile. "Hi, everyone! My name is Miss Terlan, and before you ask, yes, I am related to Professor Snape, though not very closely. His niece, Emmilen Snape, is my cousin. "Now, on to business. I will normally be assisting your regular teacher, Professor Knight. Since she had to leave on an errand today, however, I will be teaching. "I thought, since I am new, we would play a little 'getting-to-know-each- other' game. I am going to throw this ball at a random person. If you catch it, you will say your name, tell me a little about yourself, and then ask me a question," She turns around and throws the ball over her shoulder. Neville catches it and shyly states, "My name is Neville Longbottom. Uhm, I'm not very good at Defense against the Dark Arts. Uhm, where did you go to school?" "I graduated from Hunter Wizarding School," Miss Terlan replies. Neville nods and tosses back the ball. It lands about a foot shy of where she's standing, but Dean picks it up and passes it back. Then she turns around and throws the ball again. Oh no! It's heading straight for me. Do I want to catch it or let someone else have my turn? It's getting closer, and if I don't catch it, the ball will hit me in the face and break either my glasses or my nose. Probably both! That would be just my luck. I'd better catch it. OK. Good catch. I'm now holding the ball in my hand and everyone is looking at me. Does she know about The-Boy-Who-Lived? Will she sneer at me in a very Snape-like way when I state my name? Maybe I could say that I'm Colin Creevy. No! That wouldn't do any good. The other students know my real name, and besides, she'll be here all year, so she'll find out I lied even if no one tells her. Plus, Colin takes DADA classes too. That might get him into trouble, like she'd think we planned it as a prank or something. She can probably see my scar anyway. The whole wizarding world seems to know my scar. I'd better just tell the truth. Oh no! And I'd best do it quickly. She's giving me a very strange look. Would she take House points like Snape does or give out detentions for every little thing like him? Talk, Harry! Open your great flap and say something. "I'm Harry Potter, and I'm the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. For a question, er, no offense, but you seem young to be teaching," I actually feel myself blushing. I can't believe I just said that to any teacher, let alone one who's in any way related to Snape! That was dumb. Dumb, definitely dumb. Judging by their expressions, my housemates would agree. OK. How many points and how many detentions was that worth? But Miss Terlan doesn't seem angered at all. She just states, "I'm seventeen. You see, at Hunter you start when you're ten. I believe that here you start when you're eleven. So that would be like Hunter students graduating in the sixth form." I toss back the ball with an embarrassed nod. "Thank you, ma'am." 'Yes,' I think as I sink down in my seat. 'Thank you! Thank you so much for not teaching like Professor Snape!"
()()()()() Missy's POV
The game went great! Everyone seemed to love it. I'd just dismissed the class when Professor Dumbledore walked in. "Good day, Miss Terlan." "Hello, Professor, did you want something?" I asked, nervously remembering my probation. Had he been watching the lesson and was now going to tell me off for playing games in class time? He didn't seem to be that stern unless people actually did something wrong. He didn't look stern now either, but then again, I don't know him that well yet. "I wanted to tell you something," he replied. "What is it?" "Remember last night when you said you would make it up to Severus?" he asked. "Yes, and I'm trying to make it up to him. It's pretty hard though. I'd welcome any ideas." Oh! Would I ever welcome ideas for that! I haven't a clue how to begin. With the rest of the family, it's so easy. I just need to apologize, be nice, and try my best to do better. This morning, though, I couldn't believe that glare he gave me. It, well, it made it very easy to understand why people believe that he's a Death Eater. If he hadn't promised me that he would not harm Emmilen, I'd be more scared for her now than I was last night. Can't he see that? I mean, can't he understand that I love Emmilen and I've just been so worried since I heard that she was placed with him. I mean Grandma never really listened to Uncle Kolus' warnings about him. She'd say that you can't call another person evil because you can't see into their heart. She has some strange ideas like that, but she's old and I guess that's why. The headmaster was speaking again. I tuned in to his words in time to hear, "Well, today is Severus' birthday—" That was such exciting news that I actually cut him off. "I can give him a surprise party! Emmilen and I can...Oh! Sorry I cut you off." I apologized. "No need for an apology. I was just going to say what you said," Dumbledore said kindly. "OK...Wow! There is so much to do! I'm going to have to get Emmilen to somehow help me with the party," I finished glumly, because I knew Severus would say no. I mean, after that glare this morning, no one in their right mind would expect him to say yes. Dumbledore had an idea about that too it seemed. "Now, Missy, don't be so glum. I do believe that Severus will have Mr. Potter in detention from eight until nine." I smiled then and said, "We'll need a cake and ice cream." "I'm sure the house elves won't mind taking care of that." "Well, then Emmilen and I will make him a present and put up the decorations. Oh yeah, Professor, would you mind keeping Professor Snape busy until ten? I think we will be done by then," I asked. "I don't mind at all," Dumbledore smiled. "Oh! I almost forgot! You're invited. Bye, sir." "Goodbye," Dumbledore chuckled as I ran out the door, hoping Severus would say yes to me 'watching' Emmilen this evening.
A/N Hey, redrosy here. Sorry this took so long! This chapter will be in Missy's POV and some of Harry's POV, but I'm pretty sure the next chapter will have Snape in it. So, uhm, please don't be mad. Here it is: Chapter 9!
CHAPTER 9
"I am so sorry ... I mean... I just thought... Can I make this up to you?" Missy asked with an apologetic look in her eyes. Albus Dumbledore had a big smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes. "Well, Severus?" he asked. Severus just stood there, shocked. No one had apologized to him before, well, at least no one Missy's age. That was a definite point in the girl's favor, but he still would not consider her an equal. She had a long way to go before he'd do that! "I accept your apology but, never, ever assume that I would hurt Emmilen," he said severely. Missy's face took on a cheerful look then. "Done! I promise I will make this up to you." Severus looked at the girl very strangely, as if he'd never seen anyone or anything quite like her before. "Well, Severus, I believe we are done here. Come, Missy, I will escort you to your chambers," Albus said. "OK. Good night," Missy turned to Snape and Emmilen. "Good night, Missy. Good night, Mr. Albus," Emmilen replied, running to give them each a hug. "Good night," Albus smiled, as he and Missy left. Severus got up and went to the cupboard to get some ingredients for a pain- killing potion for Emmilen. He had decided that he would make a slightly different potion from the ones the students took. He wanted to add some special magical herbs that would purge the area and reduce any inflammation. When the potion was finished, Severus ladled some into a goblet and asked, "Emmilen, would you come here?" "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus," Emmilen said. "Drink this," he ordered, giving Emmilen the goblet. "It's a potion to get rid of the pain you have in your throat." "OK," Emmilen said then drank it. "All gone, Uncle Sev'rus." "Good girl! Now go to bed," Severus said. "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus, good night." "Good night," Severus replied, heading for bed himself.
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"Are you ready Emmilen?" Severus asked. "Yes, Uncle Sev'rus," said Emmilen, as they left to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Hey! I am glad I caught you guys!" Missy came up behind Severus and Emmilen. "Hi, Missy!" Emmilen crowed, but Severus just glared at the teen. He was still mad about the night before. They entered the Great Hall together. Emmilen pulled Missy to the Slytherin table, and Severus went to sit at the head table.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()() Harry's POV
'Who is she?' I wonder as I look at the Slytherin table. "What are you looking at, Harry?" asks Ginny. "Who's that girl sitting next to Snape's niece at the Slytherin table?" "That's Miss Terlan. She is the assistant Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." "Why is she sitting at the Slytherin table? Shouldn't she be at the head table?" I ask, confused. Why would the assistant DADA teacher so obviously side with one House? And Slytherin, no less! Or was she planning to sit at a different House table every meal? Or every morning? That certainly would be a different approach to things! Usually the teachers at the head table try to act like they're ignoring us. I mean, unless we're acting up or something. "Snape's niece is Miss Terlan's cousin. She will tell you this in DADA," Ginny replies, sounding annoyed. Then breakfast is over. Luckily for me, I have DADA first today. I hurry to the classroom and sit down next to Ron and Hermione, anxious to find out more about this newest person from Snape's family. Will she act as, well, evil as he does, or will she be halfway decent to us students? The new woman enters the room and gives us all a bright smile. "Hi, everyone! My name is Miss Terlan, and before you ask, yes, I am related to Professor Snape, though not very closely. His niece, Emmilen Snape, is my cousin. "Now, on to business. I will normally be assisting your regular teacher, Professor Knight. Since she had to leave on an errand today, however, I will be teaching. "I thought, since I am new, we would play a little 'getting-to-know-each- other' game. I am going to throw this ball at a random person. If you catch it, you will say your name, tell me a little about yourself, and then ask me a question," She turns around and throws the ball over her shoulder. Neville catches it and shyly states, "My name is Neville Longbottom. Uhm, I'm not very good at Defense against the Dark Arts. Uhm, where did you go to school?" "I graduated from Hunter Wizarding School," Miss Terlan replies. Neville nods and tosses back the ball. It lands about a foot shy of where she's standing, but Dean picks it up and passes it back. Then she turns around and throws the ball again. Oh no! It's heading straight for me. Do I want to catch it or let someone else have my turn? It's getting closer, and if I don't catch it, the ball will hit me in the face and break either my glasses or my nose. Probably both! That would be just my luck. I'd better catch it. OK. Good catch. I'm now holding the ball in my hand and everyone is looking at me. Does she know about The-Boy-Who-Lived? Will she sneer at me in a very Snape-like way when I state my name? Maybe I could say that I'm Colin Creevy. No! That wouldn't do any good. The other students know my real name, and besides, she'll be here all year, so she'll find out I lied even if no one tells her. Plus, Colin takes DADA classes too. That might get him into trouble, like she'd think we planned it as a prank or something. She can probably see my scar anyway. The whole wizarding world seems to know my scar. I'd better just tell the truth. Oh no! And I'd best do it quickly. She's giving me a very strange look. Would she take House points like Snape does or give out detentions for every little thing like him? Talk, Harry! Open your great flap and say something. "I'm Harry Potter, and I'm the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. For a question, er, no offense, but you seem young to be teaching," I actually feel myself blushing. I can't believe I just said that to any teacher, let alone one who's in any way related to Snape! That was dumb. Dumb, definitely dumb. Judging by their expressions, my housemates would agree. OK. How many points and how many detentions was that worth? But Miss Terlan doesn't seem angered at all. She just states, "I'm seventeen. You see, at Hunter you start when you're ten. I believe that here you start when you're eleven. So that would be like Hunter students graduating in the sixth form." I toss back the ball with an embarrassed nod. "Thank you, ma'am." 'Yes,' I think as I sink down in my seat. 'Thank you! Thank you so much for not teaching like Professor Snape!"
()()()()() Missy's POV
The game went great! Everyone seemed to love it. I'd just dismissed the class when Professor Dumbledore walked in. "Good day, Miss Terlan." "Hello, Professor, did you want something?" I asked, nervously remembering my probation. Had he been watching the lesson and was now going to tell me off for playing games in class time? He didn't seem to be that stern unless people actually did something wrong. He didn't look stern now either, but then again, I don't know him that well yet. "I wanted to tell you something," he replied. "What is it?" "Remember last night when you said you would make it up to Severus?" he asked. "Yes, and I'm trying to make it up to him. It's pretty hard though. I'd welcome any ideas." Oh! Would I ever welcome ideas for that! I haven't a clue how to begin. With the rest of the family, it's so easy. I just need to apologize, be nice, and try my best to do better. This morning, though, I couldn't believe that glare he gave me. It, well, it made it very easy to understand why people believe that he's a Death Eater. If he hadn't promised me that he would not harm Emmilen, I'd be more scared for her now than I was last night. Can't he see that? I mean, can't he understand that I love Emmilen and I've just been so worried since I heard that she was placed with him. I mean Grandma never really listened to Uncle Kolus' warnings about him. She'd say that you can't call another person evil because you can't see into their heart. She has some strange ideas like that, but she's old and I guess that's why. The headmaster was speaking again. I tuned in to his words in time to hear, "Well, today is Severus' birthday—" That was such exciting news that I actually cut him off. "I can give him a surprise party! Emmilen and I can...Oh! Sorry I cut you off." I apologized. "No need for an apology. I was just going to say what you said," Dumbledore said kindly. "OK...Wow! There is so much to do! I'm going to have to get Emmilen to somehow help me with the party," I finished glumly, because I knew Severus would say no. I mean, after that glare this morning, no one in their right mind would expect him to say yes. Dumbledore had an idea about that too it seemed. "Now, Missy, don't be so glum. I do believe that Severus will have Mr. Potter in detention from eight until nine." I smiled then and said, "We'll need a cake and ice cream." "I'm sure the house elves won't mind taking care of that." "Well, then Emmilen and I will make him a present and put up the decorations. Oh yeah, Professor, would you mind keeping Professor Snape busy until ten? I think we will be done by then," I asked. "I don't mind at all," Dumbledore smiled. "Oh! I almost forgot! You're invited. Bye, sir." "Goodbye," Dumbledore chuckled as I ran out the door, hoping Severus would say yes to me 'watching' Emmilen this evening.
