AN: Sorry this took so long, but I warned you that things might slow down once school starts again

AN: Sorry this took so long, but I warned you that things might slow down once school starts again. I also managed to get sick, which didn't help this along at all. I know all of my readers don't like to review, but if you have a minute just write me something saying, "I am here." I'm really worried about everyone after what happened on 9/11. Thanks. So where were we again… Oh yeah Marie had just slapped Draco. I know some of you are wondering why did Snape laugh at it. Well, think about it. She's his daughter, and he is much more likely to side with her than with Draco in any situation.

Marie marched into the Gryffindor common room and threw herself into an overstuffed chair. That idiot! Now she remembered everything she could about Draco Malfoy. She had hated him, and had been shocked when Ginny had mentioned that she found him attractive. When she first met him he didn't seem so bad. He was just another one of her father's students. She had always moved freely among the houses. Since she was a child she had been told the passwords for each, and she hadn't been surprised when he walked up to her one day when she had gone to the Slytherin common room to look for her father. He had been handsome even then, but he had been rude. His first remarks were along the lines of how did a filthy Gryffindor get in here. Of course he had immediately apologized when he had realized that she was Professor Snape's daughter. He had even tried to be her friend all the while hurting the others and trying to separate her from them. No, she hadn't liked him at all, but he had become nicer to her right before she left. She had to wonder if it had something to do with Ginny.

With a sigh Marie looked over to Hermione who had sat on the chair opposite to her. All this time Hermione hadn't said a word. She had just stared at her friend. Slapping Draco had been completely out of character for Marie. She generally preferred to either ignore him or make up some witty offense of her own. Unfortunately, her emotions were running high, and she didn't feel much like practicing self-restraint right now. All she wanted to do was get her mind off of Draco, and that unfortunate slap. She was very surprised when she suddenly started laughing. In fact before she realized it she was laughing so hard she was crying.

"Well," Hermione said with a smirk, "I think you remember Draco well enough." Then Hermione was laughing too. They laughed hysterically for a minute. "You know what?" Hermione asked. "I should help you study for your Divination exam."

"Oh yeah right," Marie replied, "Only if I wanted my D to become an F." Then Hermione threw a pillow at her and they went up to find the Divination books.

Ron wandered around the halls, moping. Why couldn't she remember him? It was good to have her close by again. He loved her, but why couldn't she realize that she loved him too. He had fought with Severus for almost two hours. He was trying to convince him that Marie would be much better off staying at the Burrow than at the school, but Severus would hear nothing of it.

"I'm not giving you a chance to get in my daughter's pants, you little prat!" he had yelled. Ron had been horrified by the very idea of trying to have sex with Marie. It wasn't like he had never thought of her like that. He had a lot of times, but the fact that Severus would automatically think that that was his motive horrified him. He would never have done that to her. They had never done it when she remembered him, so why would he try to do it when she barely knew who he was. He had gotten angry and marched out of Snape's office. She'll remember me soon, he reassured himself.

Marie and Hermione sat giggling in one of the abandoned hallways. They were staring into a crystal ball that Marie had found in here trunk. Very dramatically, Marie waved her hands over the ball.

"I see a handsome man in your future Hermione," she said mimicking Professors Trelawney's misty voice.

"Oh really!" Hermione said trying to hold back tears of laughter.

"Yes, he will be a tall man, athletically built, a Quidditch seeker from one of the two rival houses perhaps."

"Oh let me guess his initials are H.P. Marie you can be so predictable some days!"

"H.P. No, when I look into my crystal ball I see blond hair, blue eyes, and the initials D.M." For a moment she stared at a shocked looking Hermione

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Hermione cried. "IT CAN'T BE! IT JUST CAN'T BE!" Then her tears turned to laughter. "Ah, Marie, as usual your sense of humor is cruel and to the point. IF you can make that prediction in front of Trelawney with a strait face you might just get an A."

"Well then," Marie replied, "perhaps I should make some unfortunate events that can happen to all my friends and loved ones. Let's see…" Hermione giggled. "Ah, yes," Marie began again while drifting her hands over her crystal ball, "After you dump Harry for Draco, he will become madly jealous. He will attempt to have revenge on Draco by murdering him, but the spell will back fire and turn Draco into a hamster. Harry will become appalled by his worthlessness in the magical arts, and will decide to become a clown for Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey Circus. Consumed by grief you will dedicate your life to finding a cure for Draco's, um, Hamster related illness." At this point Hermione was beginning to cry at the strangeness of these predictions. "Sirius will fall in love with a cat. Dumbledore will elope to marry Minerva. My father will become obsessed with the study of cheering charms, and Professor Flintwick will grow to be ten feet tall." Hermione was now rolling on the ground with laughter. "Finally, I will give Professor Treleny something truly believable. Ron will fall in love with a beautiful girl, and she will be taken from him by a man with no nose." Suddenly, Hermione stopped laughing. She frowned and looked upset for a few minutes.

"That's not very nice," she commented.

"What?" Marie asked defensively, "I was only joking. I was joking about all of them." She was confused by Hermione's reaction. Her predictions had been funny. Certainly, Ginny would have laughed! She was about to ask Hermione to explain further when she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Marie turned around to see her father standing before her. She looked up into his face and suddenly felt like she had said something incredibly wrong. Was this the look he always gave her as a child when she was in trouble? He had said he wanted to talk to her, but was he angry for some reason?

"Father, is something wrong?" Marie asked nervously.

He seemed to regard her carefully for a minute before smiling. "Nothing at all dear child. I was just wondering if you would like to see your old room. We could talk for a while." Severus' words sounded almost desperate, like he was begging his daughter to come with him.

"Well, I really do need to study for this divination exam," Marie teased, "but it would be nice to take a break." She smiled up at her father as he extended his hand out for her to take. Taking his hand, Marie found herself lifted up suddenly from the ground and was amazed by the strength her father seemed to posse. Waving good-bye to a still very perturbed looking Hermione, Marie set off down the hall following Severus Snape, her father.

They walked in silence for a long time. Neither one really knew what to say. Marie could feel the air begin to cool as they neared the dungeons. She looked at the tapestries. Most of them were of strange witches and wizards who began to whisper amongst themselves when the potions master and his daughter passed. As she approached a large dungeon door, Marie couldn't help wondering what her father was up to. Had he been like this before her mother had died? Most definitely not. So where were they going anyway?

Marie was surprised when Professor Snape suddenly stopped in front of a tapestry of a group of children playing. It was one of the few happy tapestries down here, and Marie didn't doubt that it must have been the happiest of them all.

"Professor Trelawney's course is a joke," Severus stated plainly.

"What?" Marie asked, but before Professor Snape could answer her unspoken question the children in the painting stopped playing. They all turned to look at Marie and joy seemed to fill their faces.

"Marie your back! Where did you go? Severus said that we might not ever see you again! Are you going to stay Marie?" The children in the picture berated her with question upon question before the painting finally flung to the side revealing a portal. Hesitantly, Marie stepped in, her father following her.

What greeted Marie's eyes was a sight she hadn't even known she had missed. Her own bedroom. It was covered with posters of her favorite music groups and pictures of her friends. It was very obviously the room of a sixteen-year-old girl. She looked around for a few minutes, stopping only briefly to notice that the ceiling had been enchanted to look like a sky filled with constellations.

"Tell me," Severus whispered, "what did you think when you found out I was your father?"

"What do you mean?" Marie asked taking a seat on her large four post bed.

"I know you've read the books. Everything Joann wrote was true. The only things left out were things that involved you. I was horrible to Potter, Granger, and especially Weasley. So, I'm asking you what you thought when you found out I was your father. It's as simple as that."

"I remember how horrible you were to my friends. I remember hating you for not accepting them. It was almost like by not accepting them you were telling me I wasn't good enough to be part of your family. I loved you, but you have to admit that you weren't the conventional father."

"Yes, I have to admit to that, but I was always proud of you. I just hated seeing you in Gryffindor. I was Slytherin, so it was a natural prejudice for me to have."

"I know it seems like I've remembered a lot, but there's even more that's blurry. I remember being in a circle of people dressed in black cloaks. I think they were Death Eaters, but I was wearing a green cloak. Two people were standing next to me; I'm not sure who. Father, you wouldn't happen to know what that's all about?" The expression on Severus Snape's face became pained then, as if she had asked him to cut off his own right leg or as if he didn't want to tell her.

"I'm sorry, luv, but I can't tell you what that was about, but yes I know." Aggravated, Marie flopped back on the bed.

"So far I don't like the effects of the charm. All right, how about something you can answer? Why did you call me Fire Bird at the meeting this morning?"

"Because it is your name," Severus said smiling.

"What?" Marie's jaw dropped, "What do you mean because it is my name? My name, or so I'm assuming is Marie Angelica Snape."

"No, it's not Marie Snape. Marie is your middle name, and Angelica is the middle name your aunt gave you when she took you in. When you were born your mother's father asked if he could choose your first name. We complied. He had a strange obsession with reincarnation. He named your mother Anastasia, which she later shortened to Anne, and he named you Fire Bird to reflect the immortal regeneration of the phoenix through the flames."

"Okay…" Marie sighed, "so does insanity run in my family, or is it just grandpa who's a wacko?" Severus laughed and sat down next to her on the bed.

"No, sorry, it runs in the family." Quietly, Marie leaned against him.

"What was my mother like?" she asked softly.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because there's no mention of her in the books. I want to know who she was."

"Marie, I cannot tell you who your mother was…." Severus sighed standing up.

"What?" Marie demanded, pushing her father away. "Why not? She's my mother! I have a right to know about her!"

"Marie to much of it involves your life. To much of me telling you will open you up to memories you aren't ready for yet."

"GOD DAMMIT, SEVERUS! I'M NINETEEN YEARS OLD! I'M NOT A BABY! IF I'VE LIVED THROUGH IT ONCE THAN CERTAINLY I CAN LIVE THROUGH IT AGAIN!" she bellowed in a voice that Ron had long ago characterized as the Snape family yell. She was now standing in front of him and was shocked to find how close to his height she really was.

"I AM QUITE AWARE THAT YOU ARE NOT A BABY! YOU WERE NEVER A BABY! THAT'S PART OF THE PROBLEM! YOU HAVE SO FEW HAPPY MEMORIES, AND I DON'T WANT TO MESS THAT UP FOR YOU!" Snape bellowed back in similar tone.

"THEN WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT MY MOTHER? WHAT IS IT ABOUT HER THAT SO OFFENDS YOU? ARE YOU DISGUSTED BECAUSE YOU MARRIED HER? NOW I'M JUST VERTUREING A GUESS HERE, BUT WAS SHE A MUGGLE BORN? IS THAT WHY YOU'RE SO ASSAMED OF HER?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Snape screamed. The sound reverberated off of the dungeon walls and caused the room to shake slightly. Marie sat back down on the bed and looked up at him.

"Did you even love my mother?" Marie's voice dripped with venom. "Or was she just some woman you slept with and happened to get pregnant, and out of some insane sense of duty thought you should marry? Or was it worse than that, Father, was it one of the less honorable acts you committed as a Death Eater? I know you were one, and they are a group that seemed to encourage violence in all its forms?" The full implications of her words took the professor only a minute to catch. His eyes widened in horror, and Marie instantly regretted her harsh words. Of course he had loved her mother. She remembered that, but this charm was just so aggravating.

"I loved your mother more than life itself," his voice was barely above a whisper, "She was the sweetest creature I have ever known. I gave up a good part of my freedom just to be with her. You made her so happy. You made both of us so happy. You were so little when you were born. We were so scared you wouldn't make it. I loved my family, but losing your mother changed me. I became more recessive and introverted. She was what made me a good father. When you were first born, I didn't want to touch you because I was scared I would hurt you with some clumsy act. It was your mother who finally became fed up with it all and handed you to me three days after you were born. She told me that if I didn't sit down and hold you for an hour without trying to hand you off to someone else she would leave and take you with her. That thought scared me past death and it wasn't even a question anymore. I sat there and I held you until you fell asleep. I know you're not a baby Marie, but you're my baby, and I promised your mother that I would protect you." Marie sat there, looking at her father. There were tears in his eyes. She felt so awful for the things she had said that she didn't know what to do. Before she was even sure she had moved, Marie had bolted to her feet and had wrapped her arms around her father.

"I love you, daddy," she cried into his robes. Severus hesitated for only a moment before returning her hug.

"And I you, Fire Bird," he whispered. He let her go and stared at her for a while. She was dressed in a set of her mother's old black robes, and for a moment the thought that his own sweet Anne had been reborn in the form of his daughter was there, but it lasted for only a moment. They were both very different women. Marie was taller than Anne and walked with a great deal more confidence. Her attitude was different from Anne. Even in her physical features there were places where Severus could see a difference. She had his eyes, but not their color. The bridge of her nose rose slightly to mimic his, but it was slighter, less obvious. She had his temper and he had noticed the shared the ever famous Snape sneer. No she wasn't a baby, but that couldn't stop him from wishing she was one again.

"So," he said with genuine interest, "how was your life as a muggle?"

Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room rubbing his jaw and staring into the fire. What had she hit him for? Of course he knew what an idiot he had been, Ginny reminded him of it at least twice a week, but Marie couldn't possibly have remembered that yet. If she remembered how he had treated her in the past why hadn't she remembered that right before she had gone through the charm she had told him to watch out for Ginny. She had trusted him then. He should write to Ginny.

Standing Draco walked over to his bag, which he had put by the couch in the common room that he had decided to use for a bed. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.

Dear Ginny,

No, that didn't sound right. She was to good for that.

Ginny my love,

Uck! Can I say sappy?

Dearest Darling Ginny,

No, that won't do then she'll think I did something stupid.

Ginny,

Hey, Red, I've missed you. I just got back to the school tonight, and Marie is here. She's safe and sound, but her memories aren't exactly all there yet. I think your brother is hoping Snape will let her come stay at the Burrow, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. I do have to admit that I agree with Ron. Don't you dare ever tell him I said that. It would be better for Marie to spend this time with her friends and not stuck here in the castle, but try to tell Severus that and he looks at you like you're nuts. He's still my favorite professor, but there are days when he needs to learn to let go of Marie. Well, Ginny, I'm tired and it's very late, so I should be going to bed now. I miss you and love you always. I'm hoping to return with your brother when he, Harry, and Hermione go back to the Burrow. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to talk Severus into letting Marie go. We can always hope.

Your Dedicated Servant,

Draco

P.S. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX…

Wow that was sappy, Draco thought as he folded the paper and put it down on the common room table. He was about to summon an owl when he let out a long tired yawn. Looking at the letter, which was fading in and out of focus, Draco decided that it would be best to mail it in the morning after he got some sleep.

"Accio Blanket!" he called, and a blanket flew over to him. Tiredly, Draco stretched out on the couch and pulled the blanket over himself. He yawned a second time and fell fast asleep.

AN: So, what do you think of the Snape family ties? That was actually inspired by one of my friends who was having trouble figuring out what Snape would have done as Marie's father, especially with the whole Weasley situation. Anne and Marie really aren't that similar even though they are almost identical in looks. Marie is just a little more Mary-Sue, I think.

Avalonians:

Mystical Kiwi: My friend and I were thinking of having a contest where we see who can write a story in which Draco gets slapped the most. Hehe.

Sam: As to my age, I'm going to keep you in the dark. Sorry, but like I've said before. It's not you I don't trust, just the cyber-stalkers out there. Snape laughs because even though Draco's his favorite, Marie is his daughter. She gets props over Draco any day. Sam if you like this one read Wolf Child or They Took Her From Me. The first will actually include Anne, but not Marie and the story has a completely separate plot line. The second is a short monologue I wrote for Ron based on the events in Forgotten Heart.

Singer: Where are you? No, Marie doesn't really hate Draco. He just did some not so nice things when they were little.

I miss you. I don't have any reviews that take me 30 minutes to read when you're not around. LOL. It's good that you're starting to become what I like to call a 'cast' fan. Just remember that every character good or evil sees themselves as either the hero or victim of the story. Oh, and I need your help. I'm thinking of writing Sanpe and Anne's story out. I want you to give me ideas.

Ivi Murffy cmlk14@email.msn.com: No, they are 19 now. Read They Took Her From Me. Marie was only sixteen when they preformed the spell, and had barely finished her advanced courses.

Everyone: Thanks for reading and reviewing. It really means a lot to me. TTFN. Ta-ta for now.