Genieve sat in the Slytherin common room, legs crossed in front of the fire. Her eyes watched the fire as it danced. The flames caught her emerald green eyes, making them sparkle.

" Genieve," Snape's voice whispered. " Welcome to our house," Snape appeared next to her. Genieve kept her eyes to the flames. " What's wrong?" Snape asked quickly.

" I don't understand," Genieve whispered. " My whole family was Gryffindor, but I'm here," Genieve shook her head.

" Sometimes things happen for no apparent reason," Snape smiled. " No apparent reason that is to the person themselves. The Sorting Hat put you here for a reason. You'll be able to do great things in this house."

" Only evil wizards come out of this house," Genieve whispered. Snape was taken aback.

" Well… not all of us are evil," Snape whispered. " Come now… it's late, get some rest. Your classes start tomorrow," Snape placed a hand on her shoulder. Genieve nodded quickly. Snape watched as she climbed the steps to her room. " Sleep well," Snape smiled quickly. Two other people appeared behind Snape. Snape heard the door close upstairs. " Guards this room. Don't let her out of this tower. I don't want her to go to talk to Potter!" the two men nodded. Snape turned on his heel, heading towards the door.

James Potter stormed down the hall towards McGonagall's office. Once there he stormed into the room, throwing the doors open, his robes flying.

" There's got to be a mistake!" James yelled. He stormed towards McGonagall. She glanced up in surprise.

" Mister Potter," McGonagall stood quickly.

" I must speak to the Headmaster now," James told her. " Now!"

" What's wrong?" McGonagall asked.

" Genieve! How could she be sorted into Slytherin? This isn't how it's supposed to be," James told her.

" Well… the Sorting Hat doesn't lie," McGonagall shrugged.

" I need to talk to Dumbledoor NOW!"

" Obviously Mister Potter needs to think things out more clearly," a silky voice floated towards the two. James turned to see the shadowy silhouette of Severus Snape.

" Stay out of this, Snape," James threatened.

" And if I don't?" Snape smiled. " She's in my house and I suggest I have a say in what happens to her. Haven't you considered all possibilities?"

" She belong in Gryffindor," James hissed.

" Haven't you ever thought that maybe she did belong in Slytherin?" Snape asked.

" No good wizards come out of Slytherin," James spat.

" We will not being renouncing the Houses," McGonagall tried to referee.

" I'm not evil," Snape smiled at James. " Not all of us are like You-Know-who."

" But most of you are," James countered. " I must see Dumbledoor NOW!"

" No one's going to see him if you keep acting like this," McGonagall raised her voice slightly. " Five points from Gryffindor! Now you two please go back to your houses. This will be discussed later," Snape nodded before bowing out of the room. James glanced at McGonagall before nodding and leaving also.

Snape headed down the hall, his robes billowing out behind him.

" Snape!" James called after him. Snape didn't even turn to glance at him. " Snape! I know you have something to do with this."

" I didn't have anything to do with this, Mister Potter," Snape called over his shoulder. " Maybe you have to put your egotistical view aside and admit that you lost."

" I didn't lose," James yelled. " I'll be her back. I promised her father I would protect her."

" And you don't trust me to protect her?" Snape turned and glanced at James. " I'm hurt, Potter, I thought you knew me better."

" I wouldn't trust you with a cinder block," James spat. Snape flinched.

" That hurt, really it did," Snape turned on his heel and headed down the hall. James watched him leave but decided not to follow. James hung his head and headed towards his tower, heart low.

Genieve sat in her room writing on the stationary that her parents had given her.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Things aren't going as well as I thought they would here at Hogwarts. I was expecting to get into Gryffindor but I guess I was mistaken. I am now placed in Slytherin and I'm not sure I feel safe here. I wish you would talk to Dumbledoor. Only bad wizards come out of this house and I don't want to be counted in their number.

Love,

Genieve

Genieve shut the envelope and attached it to the leg of her tawny owl.

" Get this to mum and dad," she told the owl before stroking it and sending it out the window. The bird flew out the window, heading towards the moon.