She had been right about one thing, her father had been furious. Blood-traitor, mud-blood sympathiser, dead man walking. Just a few of the lovely names he'd called her in his letter. Aside from telling her she could forget their summer plan to head France, she could also forget ever being allowed out of the house again. Of course, the summer plans to France had just been a ruse for him to go and have a chat with France's minister of magic, she knew that the minute he'd suggested it. As if that man had really wanted to spend anytime with his daughter. He'd practically written her off as his child, instead choosing to spend his time on raising Matthew, his son of 16, the "proper way". He'd had Matthew almost two years after he'd left her mother, and the boy was just as much an asshole as the man himself. They both fully supported Umbridge's punishments, and all the "rightful" changes that were going on at Hogwarts. Matthew attended Durmstrang so she really only saw him on holidays and when summers rolled around, but she knew he was just as ruthless and heartless as the man that helped bring him into this world.

She ignored the Howler her father sent her until it finally exploded, singeing her hair and arm a bit, but she didn't care. She wasn't in the mood to hear his unkind words, and she certainly wasn't in the mood to get bullshit from the other kids in her house. Because she didn't care, even as the blood from her detentions ran down her hand, even as she got stares and judgemental looks from students everywhere. No, she didn't care. Because now she was in this fight. And she had something to fight for.

Dumbledore was gone. He'd apparently been fired but had escaped capture from the Minister. Serves Fudge right, the Ministry were damn cowards. As if he could actually arrest one the greatest wizards of all time. He was a baby in a waistcoat compared to Dumbledore's power. When Umbridge had been announced as the new Headmaster the castle had been separated into those panicking, and those celebrating. Although it was mostly only her house that was doing the celebrating, and mostly all the other sane people panicking. The tide was turning, and not for the good.

People were turning on each other, and Odile felt like she was being pulled in a thousand different directions. People that had once smiled at her in the hallways, avoided her eyes because of the colours on her tie. Those who treated her with disgust were now those in power. And it was all she could do to keep her head above water. When she was called into Snape's office on Monday, she feared for the worst. She knocked on the door curtly and entered the room when he had answered.

"You wanted to see me Professor?" She asked nervously, smoothing out her skirt. She wasn't quite sure what this was about, but she just hoped it didn't end in another punishment. Although, she was pretty sure Snape hated Umbridge just as much as she herself.

"Wanted to, no. Required to, yes. Take a seat Ms. Reisinger." He replied in a dry tone. She nodded, and took the available seat in front of his desk. He stared down at the parchment in front of him.

"We're being asked to discuss plans for after graduation with our seventh-year students, which is utterly ridiculous. So, Ms. Reisinger, what are your plans?" She opened her mouth to respond, but realised she had no idea. She'd been asked last year, and had given the expected answer, to work in the Ministry. It was what was expected for her to say, and personally what she supposed would happen. She would work in the Ministry, marry another pureblood, have a couple kids, quit her job so she could look after them, become bitter and mean from staying at home all the time, until finally divorcing her husband and ending up old, angry, and alone. Well, apart from her kids who visit every once a month. That was just the way things were. Until she'd decided that life didn't have to be that way. She could be her own person. She could think her own thoughts. She didn't have to follow societal rules.

"Ms. Reisinger, despite what you may believe, I do not have all day to sit here and watch you attempt to come up with an answer." She looked up at him and shrugged.

"I don't know Professor." His eyes narrowed at her blasé answer.

"You don't know?" She shook her head.

"I got no idea what I'm doing. Hell, I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow. I'm just going to make it up as I go along. Because that's life, right? Just a series of decisions that you make up as you go." He glared at her, before ticking something off on his paper.

"Fine, I don't really care either way. Run your life into the ground if you want." She snorted at his response.

"At least I'll have a life." His eyes shot up, and gave her a deadly glare.

"What did you just say to me?" He ground out, staring her down.

"I said, at least I'll have a life. I won't be bitter and alone by the time I'm thirty." She replied coolly, not backing down.

"Get out before I throw you out." He hissed at the student sitting in front of him with barely controlled rage in his eyes.

"Sure thing Prof. Thanks for the talk." And with that, she gave him a mock salute and exited the classroom. Snape rubbed his temples and glared down at the paper on the desk. She wasn't at all what Snape had expected, given who her father was. In fact, she reminded him of that damn Sirius Black, all laziness, and no talent. In fact, if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that this girl would not survive the coming war. No matter who her father was.

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUN! Was that foreshadowing? Was it not? You'll have to wait and see. One chapter left, oh god. Get prepared. I'm not oh my lordt.

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