"Lucius, I cannot come by at your every whim. I have potions to make and work to do before the insufferable brats I am forced to teach come to Hogwarts," A–bit of a slimy voice in Primrose's opinion–voice drawls out, walking into the room. A man with long, greasy black hair, pale skin, and beady black eyes stands at the entrance of the room. His eyes were wide for a moment as he stared at the twins before glaring heavily at Lucius.

"The Potter brats are here?" Primrose averts her gaze and hides more behind Harry at the absolute disgusted and fury filled tone the greasy man had. Primrose was a bit glad she listened to Narcissa and convinced Harry to be in front of her.

"Severus, for once, please put aside your childish hatred for Lord Potter. Lady and Lord Scion Potter need to be checked over by a healer and I need you to be the one making their necessary potions," Lucius says calmly, making the man–Severus–snarl in fury and disgust.

"Where's the other one? The girl? I bet she looks just like Potter, just like that brat–"

"Primrose," Narcissa calls out calmly. Primrose flinches slightly and grabs her younger brother's hand before hesitantly shuffling into view. Her gaze was averted, so she didn't see the absolute shock and slight horror on Severus's face.

"Prim, you're fine. Take a deep breath."

"O-okay. I–I know, okay..."

"This, Severus, is Lord Scion Harrison Potter and Lady Scion Primrose Potter. Harrison, Primrose, this is Master Severus Snape. Potions Master and Potions Professor at Hogwarts." Narcissa stands when another man walks in, dressed in bright green robes and held a blank expression. "Wonderful. This is Healer Solomon Greengrass, Lord of the Noble House of Greengrass. Healer Greengrass, this is Lady and Lord Scion Potter, Primrose and Harrison."

"Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy," Solomon greets calmly, glancing at the twins.

Lucius, appearing indifferent, waves his hand towards the twins. "Healer Greengrass, I called you here to check over Harrison and Primrose. My wife and I have received information that they have severely horrid living conditions."

Primrose glances up hesitantly before quickly averting her gaze again when she sees Solomon's split second expression of fury before it fades back into its blank expression.

"Please, Dumbledore has reassured me that they are spoiled and well taken care of. By whom, I have no idea," Severus sneers, glaring at the twins. Primrose raises her head and glares heavily at the greasy haired man.

"Being used for child labor and extensive beatings almost daily isn't exactly a spoiled and well taken care of childhood. Wouldn't you agree, Professor Snape?" The fiery red haired girl snarks back and takes a step forward, instinctively blocking Harry from any potential danger.

"The rumors were true. They were given to muggles to be raised." Narcissa frowns slightly and stares straight at Severus. "Severus, they were given to Petunia and Vernon Dursley to be raised."

"That bloody old fool! Petunia, that dreadful bitch! Are you sure that these br–that Mr. and Ms. Potter are not lying for attention?" Severus seethes, giving the twins a icy glare. Primrose wilts under the glare and takes a small step back, but still stays in front of Harry. The dark haired boy stares straight at his shoes to avoid the all too familiar glare.

"Severus!" Narcissa scolds coldly before quickly fixing her cool mask.

"You of all people should know how easily I can spot the signs. Now, hold off on your absolutely childish and petty grudge for just a moment and help Scion Primrose and Scion Harrison!" She adds calmly. Severus scowls heavily before taking a deep breath.

He turns around with a dramatic twirl of his black robes. "Owl me the list of potions they will need. If that is all, I am leaving."

"Absolutely childish!" Narcissa hisses under her breath before quickly composing herself.

"Healer Greengrass, if you would," Lucius says calmly. Solomon nods his head once and takes a step towards the twins. Instinctively, Primrose stands closer to her younger twin, grabbing his hand and tensing her shoulders. She glances at the doorway, just in case.

"...can Healer Greengrass give you both a check up? I have absolute trust that he will not harm you intentionally." The fiery red haired girl bites the inside of her cheek, glancing between the still healer and the blonde woman before glancing back at Harry.

"I trust Narcissa."

"Okay..."

Primrose slowly nods her head, still distrustful. She never liked the doctor's. Not since then.

Primrose doesn't break eye contact with the bird in front of her, hazel eyes narrowed in determination. "I don't like this one."

"That's Kronos. He is father's favorite," Draco mentions, glancing between the beautiful white peacock and the 11 year old girl. Primrose makes a small noise in acknowledgement, not breaking her focus.

"Why are you having a staring with a bird?" Draco adds with furrowed eyebrows and a small scrunch to his nose. Primrose shrugs.

"He started it and I refuse to be defeated by him." Primrose glances at the closed patio door without breaking eye contact with the peacock. "I'm also bored of pacing. It makes my legs hurt."

"Harry's alright. Healer Greengrass is one of the best." Draco smirks with a smug expression. Primrose resists the urge to roll her eyes.

"Are all Muggles like your aunt and uncle to family? It must be awful to be around so many horrible people," Draco asks with a small scrunch to his nose. Primrose shakes her head, still staring at the arrogant peacock.

"Most are nice, I guess... Harry and I–Aunt and Uncle Dursley never let us talk with anyone. I don't like talking to people anyway," The fiery redhead says quietly.

Primrose sighs and finally ends the staring contest. "It'd be easier to show you than to explain it. I'm not good with words."

"Mother will teach you how to be. She's a good teacher. Terribly strict. I pity you," Draco says with a small shrug. Primrose blinks at him before the patio doors open.

"Primrose, it's your turn." Fear and anxiety fills the 11 year old's heart at the statement and glances at Narcissa. She swallows down her fear and slowly stands up.

Narcissa smiles softly and gently places a hand on Primrose's shoulder. She pulls it back when the young girl flinches. Her smile falters and a hard look appears in her eyes.

"I'll be in the room with you, if it makes you comfortable." Primrose fidgets with the hem of her ragged dress and gives a small nod. She forces the memory out of her mind, heart beating slightly faster.

She can do this. She can do this. Narcissa will be with her. She–She will be fine...

Hey! I hope you all like the new chapter! I am so sorry for not updating in a bit. I've gotten a really motivation block on everything, writing and school, so I've been struggling.

It is a short chapter, but I still hope you've all enjoyed it!

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.

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