AN: So, I see that my plan has worked

AN: So, I see that my plan has worked. :: evil laughter:: Excellent, I see that most of you have narrowed the father down to being either Snape or Sirius. This puts you in a moral predicament, well here is the answer.

Disclaimer: If you've read the Harry Potter series and any of these names, places, or events seem familiar, then you should realize that they aren't mine. I'm just playing around. I do own Marie and Anne and the plot. I don't own Battle Star Galactica. I'm not really sure who does, perhaps George Lucas since he sued them for copyright infringement. I don't own Digital Mayhem. That term belongs to my wonderful cousin who tired to teach me to use a computer when I was two years old.

Ron had never felt more nervous in his life. Hermione had left over twenty minutes ago to find Marie, but there had been no sign of her. They had all been crammed into this small meeting room for purposes of secrecy, and Ron couldn't help but feel like laughing as he looked around the room.

Ron sat at one end of the table. An empty chair had been placed at the end of the table for Marie to sit in when she arrived, and Ron had sat down right next to it. Next to Ron sat Harry, and next to him there was an empty chair where Hermione was supposed to sit. Professor Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, and Professor Snape sat to his left. Next to Snape sat Sirius Black who was smiling in one of the largest grins Ron had ever seen. Next to him there was another empty chair that was meant for Draco Malfoy to sit in whenever the ugly little git arrived. Finally, sitting directly across from Ron was Professor McGonagall.

"Now," Dumbledore started and all eyes turned to him, "I have the distinct impression that the two young ladies will be joining us in only a few minutes, and that Mr. Malfoy won't be joining us until much later, but we must start soon if we hope to accomplish anything. Now I would just like to remind you all of the rules. Don't say anything to intentionally provoke a memory or a reaction from Marie. Remember if we try to force a memory upon her it could affect her severely. If she asks you if something is true that you may tell her yes or no, but that is all. Understood?" Everyone shook their heads yes in reply as the door creaked open, and Marie and Hermione enter the room.

Marie sat down heavily at the table. She had spent practically the entire morning wandering around the castle. By the time Hermione found her it was already ten after two although her watch only read 12:00. Marie had promptly become annoyed with it, and thrown it over a balcony where Peeves had caught her ex-digital watch. The last time she saw it Peeves was flying down the hall clutching it in his hands screaming words like Battle Star Galactica and Digital Mayhem. So now Marie sat facing everyone. An old man she knew must be Dumbledore smiled at her before beginning to speak.

"Well, Marie, welcome back. I think the first thing that we should do is clear up whether or not you know who some of these people are before someone says something they might regret. I am assuming that you remember the rules of your own charm." Marie nodded her head to show that she did.

"All right," Dumbledore said continuing, "it is my understanding that you are fully aware of who Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Minerva are. At least you remember whether or not they were your friends in your past life. So lets move onto the others. The empty chair next to Minerva will soon be occupied by one Mr. Draco Malfoy. Do you remember him?"

"Only, slightly."

"Very well than I will trust you to make your own introductions when he arrives. This rather happy chap happens to be Sirius Black. Do you remember him?"

"Sorry, only vaguely, but more is starting to come back to me now that I've seen you I mean." Marie couldn't help, but notice the pained expression in Sirius' face when she said that she didn't recognize him. For a minute she felt guilty, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She would have to deal with it later.

"As you may have guessed I am Albus Dumbledore, and this is Professor Severus Snape." Snape's eyes regarded Marie carefully; as if she were some type of puzzle he just could not figure out.

"Well I'm very sorry, but I must ask if you remember anything about Professor Snape or I as well." Dumbledore stated trying to sound nonchalant. Marie thought for a moment before answering him.

"I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore. I remember who you are, but I'm really not quite sure of your relationship towards me all though I know it must have been rather strong, because I do have flashes of memories with you. As for Professor Snape, I am happy to report that yes I know who he is. I only found out about an hour ago, so please do excuse me because it is still sinking in. I have just recently come to the realization that Lord Voldemort murdered my mother, and that my father was once one of his followers. Yes, I know who Professor Snape is, and I know who I am too. I am Marie Angelica Snape." The silence that filled the room was almost deafening, Marie could hear the shallow breathing of everyone as they waited for Snape's reaction. Ron looked at her sympathetically, but Marie didn't notice. She was trapped in her own little world. It was just she and her father refusing to stop staring at each other. Just as Marie felt that she should turn her head away, it was her father who broke his gaze.

"You are impossible. Just like your mother." A smile creased his tired features, and Marie had to fight against the urge to run over and hug him. "We can talk later." Severus replied to her glance with a smile before allowing Dumbledore to speak once more.

"Well now that that's settled we should really begin to discuss what should be done with you Marie my dear."

"It's all right professor. I'm a big girl I can take care of myself."

"Marie," Snape interrupted a disapproving tone cutting through his voice, "we can't let you do that and you know it. You are a super weapon against Voldemort, and we're not about to let him get his hands on you."

"Excuse me, Father," Marie said slamming her hands against the table and standing up abruptly, "I refuse to put anyone else's life at risk for the sake of my own."

It was obvious from the look on Marie's face that she would not back down from this point, and for perhaps the third time in his life Ron felt sorry for Professor Snape.

"Marie," Dumbledore started, "try to understand that we know you can take care of yourself, but you have a responsibility to the entire wizarding community to stay alive so that with your help maybe we can defeat Voldemort once and for all."

"Well," Marie said promptly, "if I can't do this alone then I want to stay with my father. Someone has to protect him."

"Once again," Dumbledore said with a sigh, "I cannot allow you to do that. Voldemort can track your father no matter where he goes through the dark mark. Because of that you going with him would make you track able to. The only place that his spell cannot penetrate is this school."

"THEN WE'LL STAY RIGHT HERE! SAFE AT HOGWARTS!" Marie screamed near hysterical.

"Marie," Ron whispered putting his hand over her own, "this is not a point we can debate on. It's for your safety."

"The boy has a point." Snape interrupted. "You have to stay safe, Fire Bird. You have to stay safe for all our sakes."

"But, but," Marie said sitting down and weeping into her own hands, "I just don't understand. Why can't you stay here?" This time Snape could no longer keep his emotions in check. Quickly, he stood up from his seat and kneeled at his daughter's side. He took her hand from Ron and held it as he spoke.

"Fire Bird, you will always mean more than anything in the world to me, but I won't see you hurt. There are things that I have to do for Albus this summer, and I can't take you with me. Now, now, don't cry. You're going to be safe, and don't worry about me I'm a big wizard I can take care of myself." As he said this he chocked her head up and kissed her on the check. He stood up and was about to return to his seat when Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Oh, no you don't Severus. You can take my seat. I'll sit next to Dumbledore." With that the two switched places, and the meeting resumed.

"All right," Dumbledore tried to begin gain, "it is my understanding that we still haven't found a good place for Marie to stay for the time being." Dumbledore looked around the room warily. Marie could have sworn she felt Ron move at her side, but the look her father shoot him from across the table seemed to silence him. Sitting down Dumbledore gave out a long sigh.

"Well, I guess that means that for now you'll have to stay here, Marie. I had been hoping to send you somewhere a little less like school, but it is the safest place for you. Really, that's it. Unless you have any questions for us."

"Only one Professor. Which tests do I still have to take to have graduated from Hogwarts?"

"Well," Dumbledore said stroking his long beard with a look of intense concentration on his face, "you still have to pass your divination exam, and I do recall you once saying something about having not truly graduated until you beat young Mr. Weasley in one last game of wizard chess, but that one we can let slide. Yes, all you have to do is pass your divination exam."

Suddenly, Professor Dumbledore was interrupted by a puff of smoke filling the air, and a skinny insect like woman entered the room.

"Good morning, good morning to you all." The woman stated her voice was misty, but deep.

"It's the afternoon." Professor McGonagall corrected her with just a hint of malice in her voice.

"Of course it is Minerva, but time is irrelevant." Marie thought she heard something like a laugh come out of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Even Snape looked as though he might crack up laughing any minute.

"Hello, Marie." she said turning to the young girl. "My inner eye told me that you would be returning to us today." From somewhere out in the mists Marie heard Sirius Black cough.

"Oh yes," he said sounding very sincere, "I'm very sure that you just happened to hear it from your inner eye, and not from the one million times I had to remind you just this morning." Then Sirius and someone else began to chuckle at this joke. To Marie's amazement it was her own father who was laughing.

"Both of you have very poor inner eyes!" the bug like creature that was Professor Trelaney snapped.

"Oh well it that case," Sirius gasped out, "Harry can we borrow your glasses. Sybil seems to think that we need glasses for out inner eyes." At this Harry, Ron, and Hermione all began laughing to. Minerva had fallen out of her chair, and even Professor Dumbledore couldn't repress a smile. Quickly, Professor Trewleny turned her attention back to Marie.

"My dear," she began turning to face the girl, "I must say that I do harbor some concern for the accuracy for of your own inner eye. You father seems to have no hope, and your mother although gifted at understanding magic and how it can be applied to life was never very interested in divination herself. I am afraid that the negative vibes in this room are beginning to cloud my ora. I will ask you to go to my classroom two days from now so that you will be able to have a final look into the world of divination." With that the woman began to leaves, but not before giving both Severus and Sirius rather nasty glances. As Marie was about to breath a sigh of relief the professor turned back to her.

"Oh," she said a smile trying to grace her features, "Marie, be a lady and don't hit him to hard when he shows up okay?" Then she was gone. The entire room seemed confused by the last comments of Syble Trewleny, but before anyone could comment the door was once again thrown open. This time a figure stepped in wearing a night black traveling cloak, and grinning as if he thought himself a hero.

"Have no fear," the young man said, "I have returned safe and sound."

"Well, Draco," Dumbledore stated, "I hope you don't mind me commenting that your timing is very much less that perfect. The meeting is over." With that Dumbledore scuttled out of the room. He was soon followed by Professor McGonagall and Sirius Black. When only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Serves, Marie, and Draco were left in the room, the tension seemed to grow as Ron saw Marie's eyes narrow into slits.

"What no kiss for me, love," Draco said holding his arms out wide. To Ron's surprise Marie walked over to him, and stood with her face barely an inch from his. In the back of his mind Ron felt a bit shocked that Snape hadn't made a move to reprimand this bold move. Instead he only watched with a look as though he assumed that something highly amusing was going to take place. Quickly, Ron turned his attention back to Marie. She had raised her hand to Draco's face and was tracing the edge of his jaw with her finger. Suddenly, without warning, she brought her hand up a slapped him with all her might.

"Asshole!" she stated as she marched out of the room with Hermione in tow.

"Well, Draco," said Harry wrapping his arm around the slightly shorter boys shoulder's, "I think she remembers you." Then the three men walked off in different directions, laughing. Leaving Draco to rub his bruised face and wander about what had just happened.

AN: Ouch! Sorry, Draco, but you had it coming. Just be glad I didn't let Professor Snape hit you first. Well, what do you think? I know Snape was a controversial choice, but just think of all the plot bumps that he being Marie's farther could incur. I like it anyway. ::whisper:: Severus has a bit of a redhead complex. Snape: I DO NOT! Whatever you say Severus!

Marie/Ron shippers:

Italiana_Princepessa: Oh, you are half way there, but there are other reasons for Voldemort to fear Marie!

Luinthoron: Thanks for adding me to your favorites. I hope you weren't too displeased by the idea that Snape was the father.

Singer: Thank you for the present! I just love it! ::Hugs Remus. Relena gives evil glare.:: Oh, hush up you! It's my party and I'll hug Remus if I want to!

Lime Green Combat Boots: NO! Don't flunk third period because of me. I would feel really bad if that happened, but if you do don't feel bad; I think I'm going to flunk some of my classes to. Hehe.

Sam: Awww, a book of my story. I'm flattered. I'm going to try to post once a week, but I won't guarantee anything because, unfortunately, I have a life, and it sometimes pulls me away from my writing.