Severus POV:

My husband, father, and I apparated to the front door of #4 Privet Drive to confront the muggles. Lucius took my wand away and stowed it in his cloak because we both knew I wouldn't be able to keep myself from hexing them. We didn't change out of our wizarding attire because it was already 9PM, and we didn't expect to see any neighbors out and about.

I banged on the front door, and a man yelled back, "This better be bloody important! Do you know what time it is?!"

A short, fat pig-like man opened the door. As soon as he saw us, he tried to slam the door in our faces. I stuck my foot in the door jam and pushed our way into the house. The man was spitting and sputtering, and his face was going past red to a violent shade of purple. "I'll not have any of your kind in my house. I don't want any more freaks! Get out!"

Lucius turned on him and cast a silencing spell. It didn't seem to deter him. He kept yelling silently at us. Loud noises, stomping, could be heard from the stair. Then, a whale of a boy waltzed into the room. He looked at us and at his father, then screamed, "Mummy! Mummy! The freaks are here! Make them leave!"

Petunia came into the room demanding to know what was happening until she caught my eye. "You! That Snape boy from down the road! What do you want? Your kind isn't welcome here! Didn't you hear….your precious Lily is dead. What could you possibly want from us?"

I glared at her and took a threatening step towards her. She yelped and backed away as Lucius grabbed my arm. "Come on, Love. Let Lady Magic do her job."

She looked between us and sniffed disdainfully. "I always thought your kind was unnatural. This just confirms it. You are low class trash"

I was about to break my mother's rules and raise my hand to a woman when my husband pulled me close and turned me to face him. He drew me in a breathtaking kiss and then addressed her in his most polite tone, "I'll not have you insulting my husband like some commoner. You will never be a quarter of the person he is. If anyone is ill-bred, it's you. Who treats a child like you have? Have no doubt about it, I will have you prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law child abuse and neglect."

As an afterthought he added, "No one treats our daughter that way and gets away with it."

The Dursley's paled, and Petunia spoke up, "Y-your daughter!? Lily's daughter is your daughter? That's not possible. She was the daughter of that God-forsaken Potter man. You are crazy."

I calmly stepped forward, "No, Petunia. She is my daughter. Lily was pregnant with my daughter, and we've come to see justice for the way she was treated in your care." I pointed to my father. "Remember him? He's my father, Harriet's grandfather, and he isn't very happy with you right now. Do you feel all of the magic in the air right now? That's him trying to keep himself from hexing you right now."

They all backed away with wide-eyed fearful expressions. My father evidently had been patient long enough. He pulled his wand out and pointed it at them casting a spell. "Everything you put Harriet through will come back to you. You will feel the hunger, pain, and sorrow that you caused her. You will eat but never be satisfied. You will sleep but never without nightmares. You will always have a deep feeling of loneliness and despair. You will experience every trauma, every broken bone, and every bruise that you ever gave that girl. When you have suffered as much as she did, magic will set you free from your punishments."

I didn't think that was enough. I wanted them to worry a little more. "The wizarding authorities have been notified of the treatment Harriet received in your care. How do you think they will react when they find you that you abused their young heroine, especially when they find out she is a little?"

Sirens could be heard coming down the street, so Lucius, my father, and I all disillusioned ourselves and watched from the corner of the room as the policed arrested the Dursley's. Vernon's silencing spell was still in effect. It wouldn't wear off for some time. Petunia was ranting about wizards, and the policemen were looking at her like a crazy person.

We apparated back to the Hogwarts gates and walked up the path to the castle. We entered my father's office and floo called the Daily Prophet office. We gave them the full story and answered all of their mundane questions before we were finally able to retire for the night.

Lucius and I entered our chambers and bade my mother goodnight. I was only a little at 11PM, but we were exhausted. We went straight through to the bedroom and had to accio a camera. Harriet was curled into Draco with her head on his chest and cuddling her snake. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Lucius hugged and kissed me goodnight. We got into our bed on either side of our children, and fell asleep almost immediately. My alarm clock blared to wake us up way too early, or so it seemed. Lucius and I woke up and showered together to have a little time to ourselves while the kids slept a little longer. After our shower we went back into the bedroom to get dressed and then wake our sleeping children.

Harry POV:

I was warm and comfortable and sleepy, and someone was shaking me awake. "Nnnnnnnnnn." I groaned. "Slleeeeeeeeeeppppyy," I whined. Then I was lifted up and pressed against a strong chest. I clung onto them and put my head against the crook of their neck. They smelled nice. This was Papa. He and Daddy had different smells. Papa always smelled very clean with a hint of cologne. Daddy smelled a little funny, but it was nice too.

"Come on, little Princess, it's time to wake up. It's Friday. You've got classes today." Papa said.

I gave him my best pouty face and asked, "Can Mr. Snakey come with me today?"

Papa didn't answer. He looked at Daddy first, and they seemed to have a silent conversation. Then Daddy answered, "Yes, love. Mr. Snakey can go with you. He is very dirty. Would it be ok if I cleaned him for you?"

I had to think about that. Daddy and Papa were nice, and I was beginning to trust them, but this was Mr. Snakey. What if it hurt him? I needed to speak to Mr. Snakey about this first. I hissed at Mr. Snakey to see if he even wanted a bath, and he told me that it would be ok as long as he didn't have to get wet.

I looked up at Daddy to tell him that Mr. Snakey was fine with that, but he and Papa were giving me a funny look. Did I do something wrong? Daddy seemed to snap out of it first. He held up his magic stick and gave me a questioning look. I nodded to let him do his magic. When I looked down at Mr. Snakey, it was like he was brand new!

I gave Mr. Snakey a quick cuddle and then reached for Daddy to give him a thank you hug.

Daddy said some funny words, "Accio Harriet's things", and my grocery bag came soaring into his hand. He and Papa frowned and asked, "Little one, is this all you have with you? Where are all of your school supplies?"

I looked at him confused. School supplied? I shrugged and Papa told me I needed to answer verbally, with my mouth. "I don't have anything else. My uncle told me to pack my things and then dropped me off at the train station. Am I in trouble, Daddy?"

He hugged me tight and said, "No, Harriet. You are not in trouble. You and Draco can share for today. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we can take a little family trip to get what you need. You only have one class that requires a wand today, anyway. It's grandma's class, transfiguration, so I will let her know what's happening. Let's put you in some of Draco's clothes for now. We can transfigure the pants into a skirt and spell them to fit."

We walked down to breakfast. Draco and I walked little ahead of our parents, and we were holding hands. When we got close to the big eating room again, I saw Marcus and Oliver. I ran to jump on them. Their faces were really close together, and they jumped apart as soon as I landed on them. They blushed and looked around me. They stiffened when Papa bristly walked up. Before I knew what was happening, Papa had me on his hip. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him in the eyes and he fussed, "Harriet Rose Malfoy! You do not run away from us. This is a magical castle, and it's not safe for you to be alone. We didn't know where you went for a second, and that scared me and Daddy. Understand, little miss?"

I had to fight back tears as I nodded my head. Papa frowned and reminded me, "Verbal answers please."

I sniffed and said, "Y-yes, Papa. I understand. Am I in trouble now?"

He smiled at me and hugged me close before responding, "No, little one. You are not in trouble. You didn't know that was a rule. Now you do, though, and I expect you to obey me. Are you ready for some breakfast now?" Papa set me down and walked me back to Draco, then Draco held my hand again.

Draco, me, Marcus, and Oliver sat at the beginning of the Slytherin table again and started to eat. All of a sudden, a bunch of those scary birds, owls, swept into the room with mail attached to their legs. I shrieked and scooted closer to Marcus who put an arm around me.

The noise in the room got louder and louder until I couldn't handle it anymore. I held my hands to me ears. When I looked up, people were staring and pointing at me. Was it because I was a freak? No! Daddy and Draco said that wasn't true. People began talking about me. Some people were saying nice things, but others were saying very mean things about my family. Some people looked angry and muttered about the Dursley's. I started crying. I looked up at Daddy and Papa, and they had concerned expressions on their faces.

I ran to them sobbing. I reached Daddy first, and he pulled me onto his lap. Papa came very close to us and embraced me from behind. The hall seemed to quiet down significantly. I didn't realize it was because Papa and Daddy were showing such uncharacteristic signs of affection. Behind my back, the students and professors were all staring like we had grown multiple heads.

"Why are they staring and talking about us?" I asked.

Papa explained that it was because the paper talked about what happened the day before and asked if I wanted him to read it to me. At my nod, he frowned but read,

"Little Harriet Rose…Malfoy!? The girl who was abused! By Rita Skeeter.

It appears that all was not as it seemed for the young heroine. After being taken in by her only presumed blood relatives for the first 11 years of her life, she finally found her way to Hogwarts. One look at the girl confirmed that something was very wrong. She showed up at the train station in ratty, too large clothes that barely concealed her modesty and matted, greasy hair. It was evident that she was severely underweight and malnourished, despite her petite frame. The girl is about the size of your average 7 year old. Don't be too worried about her small size. It was confirmed yesterday that she was a little! Harriet Potter, now Malfoy, is the first little in the wizarding world for 103 years. How adorable and all the more awful that she was abused and neglected by her relatives. They were apprehended by the muggle authorities late last night and charged with child abuse, neglect, and endangerment. They are awaiting trial in a maximum security facility.

But the question remains, how did our young heroine become a Malfoy? How could the Ministry allow her to be in the custody of a known ex-deatheater? Apparently Potions Master Snape always has his first year class perform the familial potion. Little Harriet's results shocked everyone. It turns out that she was never a Potter at all. She was the love child of Severus Malfoy nee Snape and Lily Potter nee Evans. Thinking back to the Potter wedding, Lily was already showing signs of being with child. It seems that she was impregnated by Professor Snape before her and Potter were wed. So why did Harriet go to live with her muggle relatives? Lily Potter nee Evans never told Professor Snape that the child was his. When the potion revealed the results, they were shocked. Professor Snape's husband, Lord Lucius Malfoy, blood adopted the child, and she became Harriet Rose Malfoy. It seems she inherited some of the Malfoy genes as well. Regardless of Lord Malfoy's shady history, it was evident to this reader that Miss Malfoy was going to get the proper upbringing she deserved."

I frowned at Papa and asked, "What's a deatheater? Why wouldn't people want me to be with you?"

Papa frowned back at me and said that him and Daddy would explain everything tonight when we were back in our chambers. "Does that mean I won't stay in the dorms anymore?"

Daddy and Papa shared a look before Daddy answered, "No, little one. From now on you will live with Papa and me in our chambers. You will have your own room with lots of toys and you can decorate it however you want. Doesn't that sound fun?"

I beamed at him. "Yes, Daddy! I've never had my own room or toys other than Mr. Snakey. I'm happy I get to stay with you. You don't think it will hurt Mr. Snakey's feelings if I have more toys, do you?", I asked worriedly.

"No. I don't think he would mind. He would just be happy that you are happy." Then Daddy kissed me on the nose and said it was time for classes. I stood up with him and looked down the head table. I made eye contact with another professor and fell to my knees. My scar hurt so bad. Tears came to my eyes, and I held my scar in my hand. Papa bent and picked me up so fast. He asked me what happened, and I told him, "My scar just started burning! It's never done that before. It hurt really bad, Papa." I cried into his shoulder. He held me and rocked me, and I calmed down. I missed the worried look that Papa and Daddy shared.

Papa delivered me to Draco and told us he expected us to behave today. Then Draco grabbed my hand and led me to our first class, flying.