Chapter 3: Phoebe Miepia
"William!" Drusilla yelled into the fire.
"What?" he said stepping out of the fire, brushing off ash.
"Dinner's ready, your sister should be setting the table as we speak." She answered, putting on a pair of earrings. "The triplets-"
"-Go to bed at eight o'clock. Don't lit candles unless the power goes out. Don't play with matches. I know mum." He said rolling his eyes. "But Charisma wants to know if Oliver can come over."
"I suppose. Hey!" she called while William had his hand on the doorknob. "Don't forget our visitor, eh?"
"Okay." He said opening the door and coming face to face with Snape.
"'Ello." Snape said as William pushed past. "Goodbye. What crawled up his ass and died?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's angry that he always has to baby-sit. How do I look?"
Drusilla asked turning to face her husband.
Snape looked her up and down and then began to walk slowly around her, hands clasped behind his back as if studying a piece of art, and whistled. The silver dress clung to her figure, especially around the top. Her red hair was slipped back into an exquisite French braid, with wisps starting to fall out already. Small rubies dangled from her ears and neck. "No slit*?" he asked frowning and tipped her head upwards and studied it, "Nor make-up?"
Drusilla jerked her face away. "You know how I feel about slits, Severus. And no make-up. If I have to wear a mask then it might as well be one saying Death Eater printed in big letters."
"You look beautiful, cariad**." Snape said kissing her softly. "Slight problem."
"What?"
"I don't know if I have anything that matches."
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Harry stepped out of his room and began walking down the corridor. He finally reached the flight of the stairs. Snape hadn't showed him around Harry had no idea-
"-Where are you going?"
A million things raced through his mind. "I…uh…I'm going to…uh…"
"Lost your way, have you? I can show you around if you like?"
Harry spun around and looked at the girl, "That be great! I keep feeling like Snape will throw me out as soon as I do something wrong."
"He'd never do that, he's not as bad as you think. It's really just a façade he wears. He's a great dad."
"Whoa!" Harry said, eyes widening, "You're his daughter?! What's your name?"
"Phoebe. Come on." She replied grabbing his hand.
Harry stood there not moving, 'Should I be caught with her? Or should I just go on my own?' he thought.
Phoebe sighed, "If it makes you feel better, my sister's boyfriend, a Mr. Oliver Wood, is coming over. And after 6 years of courting, father hasn't killed him yet."
There was a long pause, "Okay."
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"This is Le Fleur Jardin, or simply the flower garden. Mom and Dad usually spend their Sundays here. Hint hint."
"It's beautiful. Any gnomes?" Harry asked.
"Nope gnomes here don't understand French."
"They understand English?" Phoebe shrugged.
"So," Harry said taken Phoebe's hand in his and pulled her down to the bench with him. "When do you go to Hogwarts? If you do because-"
"I already go. I'm in Gryffindor. I start fourth year."
Harry's mouth fell open, "Your already…Why haven't I seen you?"
"Don't know."
"Phoebe! Harry! If you're out here get inside now! Dinner's ready!"