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Dragon Flight
Chapter three: Dia-hoot-a-whutty?

Madison and Hermione ended up talking for so long, all the boys and Ginny just left and went down to the skating rink below. Hermione noticed after about half an hour of trying to explain transfiguration to Madison, who simply wouldn't believe it was true. That people can turn into animals, and people can turn things into other things.

Oh, Madison look. Hermione pointed below them, where Ginny Weasley was grasping Harry's arm rightly as she fell over the ice, her feet sliding beneath her as if they weren't hers. They could hear her squeaks from where they were. George and Fred produced new-found ability as they glided effortlessly across the ice, and Ron stood clutching the railing for dear life as his legs bent at the ankles and his feet slid from underneath him.

C'mon! Lets go down there! Madison, a wide grin on her face as she drug an equally grinning Hermione down the escalator. Hermione had trouble getting the Weasley's on the moving stairs, although after a while they got used to the idea that they could get sucked underneath the bloody contraption!' Ron's words exactly.

Madison, do you even know how to skate? Hermione asked as the practically ran up to the changing rooms, where there was a small store next to it where you got rent or buy uniforms.

Of course, I've skated most of my life. Madison said, smiling at the bounce in Hermione's eyebrows. They walked into the store and found themselves surrounded by little skirts and skates and everything needed to skate.

Madison ran off into the adult section where the larger skirts were sold. Hermione just followed her, looked here and there. Madison picked up a small dark blue skirt that had simple glitter all over it. She smiled and ran off into the changing room after she rented it from the counter. Hermione decided she didn't want a uniform and waited for Madison to come out. When she did, Hermione simply stared at her. The skirt fit perfectly, Madison had shapely legs that Hermione guessed from skating, and an almost perfect figure. Posing, Madison giggled and strutted past Hermione and took a pair of skates and walked over to the rink. As soon as she put them on, she skated out towards Ron, who was falling all over himself.

Hi Ron, She said, smiling. He didn't look up, instead he was busy fighting his legs as they tried to go a different direction then he was.

Oh, hello Madison, I thought you were... His sentence ran off completely as he looked up, she stood with a leg bent and her arms behind her back, she smiled at him and laughed.

Do you need help? She asked, an eyebrow raised. Ron blinked and looked behind her, where Hermione was trying to glide towards them, instead she ended up taking short, cutting movements.

Erm-I've never skated before. He said, his face turning red, she rolled her eyes and took old of his arm and pulled him from the railing.

That was obvious. She said as he looked at her, horrified from being dragged away from his safety spot. Now, if you don't leave the rail, you'll never learn.

So? Who ever said I wanted to learn? Ron asked, narrowing his eyes playfully as Madison gave him a withering look.

I do, She said, Hermione drifted past them, running into the railings. Are you okay, Hermione?

Just peachy, She mumbled, straightening herself. Oh, go ahead. I'll just stand here, at least I'm not afraid of leaving the railing.

Hermione said, sneering at Ron, who stuck his tongue out as Madison laughed, dragging him out into the middle of the rink.

When I let you go, try and lock your ankles, Okay? She said, looking at him in all seriousness. Ron gulped and nodded, she slowly let his arm go and he slowly wobbled until he fell down in a heap on the ice.

Y'know, it's a waste of time trying to teach me to skate... Ron grumbled as she helped him back up.

No it's not, it's fun once you get the hang of it! Madison said, laughing as she let his arm go once again.

After about half an hour later, Ron's butt covered in bruises, they left the rink laughing. Ginny had fallen on her face and skidded across the rink, knocking over Madison, a little kid, and Ron on her way.

Looking at the large clock in the middle of the fountain' near the food court, Madison gasped.

Oh! I've got to go, it was nice meeting you guys. She said, smiling as she started off, her bags clutched in one hand.

So, you know how to get to Diagon Alley? Hermione asked, a small glint in her eye as she watched Madison turn slowly around, a confused look in her eye.

She asked, a completely miffed look in her eyes. Hermione giggled and motioned for the boys to stay behind as she walked towards Madison, who watched her, her eyes wide.

I'll walk with you, She said, and they continued towards the entrance to the mall. Diagon Alley, it's where you get supplies.

So, where is this place? Madison asked, her eyebrows knitted together.

You have to go through Leaky Cauldron, or you could get there by Flooing. Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders, she watched Madison become even more confused.

Um...care to decipher all that into english? She muttered, looking to the ground with wide eyes. Flooing? What the bloody heck was that?

Hermione said, laughing, pushing her slightly frizzy hair out of her face. Leaky Cauldron is a pub that only magical people can see that's here in London, and Floo powder is a sliver colored powder that you throw into a fire place and you step in the green flames, say the place you want to go, and then you'll be there, that is if it's connected to the Floo system.



Didn't you hear anything I just said?

Of course, something about Foo powder, sounds the little bunny foofoo if you ask me, and fireplaces and a pub called the Lucky Cauldron.

What?! That's not what I said! Hermione said, a small smile on her face as Madison merely looked at her, a completely calm expression on her face. I said Floo not Foo, and it's the Leaky Cauldron not-whatever it was you said.

Whatever, look, I'll just make some stuff and buy a rat. Madison said, shrugging her shoulders as they reached the door. I'll see you later.

No you won't. Hermione said, sighing, Madison looked surprised at that. Not if you think you can just breeze you're way through not knowing anything about magic. Look, I'll come over to your house the third week of August and help you learn everything and take you to Diagon Alley, Okay?

Um...how will you know where I live? I mean, I can't exactly send a letter to you, seeing as I don't know where you live, and you don't know where I live. And even if I told you, you don't have anything to write it down on. Madison said, her hand still paused on the door. Hermione smiled.

I'll owl you, the owls always know where you are no matter what. Don't worry about it. Hermione said, turning she waved good-bye and walked back towards the group of odd people that Madison had met. Madison watched her until she rounded to corner before turning to walk out of the mall. Her mother's car was parked just a little ways out and when she got there, her mother smiled.

What took you so long, dear? Emma asked, watching Madison shove her stuff into the back seat. Madison smiled and settled herself into the seat, closing the door.

I meet a few people, Was all she said, buckling her seat belt, avoiding her mother's eyes.

Like who? Was her mothers worried question, Madison glanced up at her mother and shrugged.

I dunno, they weren't-erm-muggles. Madison said, proud she had finally said a word right, at least she thought she did.

Moogles? What are you talking about? Emma asked, turning to stare at a innocent looking Madison, who blinked at Emma.

You know, non-magic people, like you.

What?! Madison Emily Snape! Who were you talking to? Don't you dare lie to me! her mother said angrily, her eyebrow's furrowed as she looked at her daughter in horror. Madison sneered at her, crossing her arm and pouting.

It was real, mom. It was all real. She said quietly, her mother said nothing, merely stared at her, the engine still running.

What was real? Her mother seemed a little to calm and Madison had to look at her mother, who looked like a burnt-out crazy person, she wasn't even looking at Madison, she was looking past her, her eyes were glazed.



Magic is not real! I don't know who's been filling this crap into your head but I think it's about ti-

Mother! Will you at least listen to me for a minute! Madison seethed, her hands clenched, her scowl fierce she glared at her startled mother. Who waited, quite surprised for her to continue. I meet a group of people by the names of Hermione Granger, Ginny, Fred, George, and Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. They are all wizards and witches. Don't look at me like that! They told me I looked like one of their professors. In fact, his name is Professor Snape. They then told-

Professor Snape? They were lying, they couldn't possibly know such a thing, since it's all made up anyway. her mother grumbled, she looked completely annoyed, she pulled from the parking lot.

They weren't, they said that before I even told them my name! They even showed me a picture of him, the picture was moving mom! It was moving, the magic is real! In fact this necklace is filled with magic, my mothers and some dragon's! It's real, and Hermione is coming over in a couple of weeks to take me to Diamond Alley or some place like that to get my supplies. Madison, glaring angrily out the window, it was all new to her and her mother wasn't helping.

What? You aren't going anywhere with the girl! I refuse to let you, you can't. You don't know what those people are into to. Her mother stated quite furiously, almost forgetting to stop at the stop light.

They aren't into anything, they just look funny because they are wizards and live in a wizards community, well Hermione and Harry don't, but the Weasley's do. They're really nice and were helpful. Hogwarts is real, mom. Get with it, and stop telling yourself it isn't. Madison said, looking at her mom, who was glaring acrimoniously at the driver next to her, who immediately sped up. Besides, my father is there. I'm going whether you like it or not.

Your father in most definitely not there. I was told by the letter you came with that both your parents were dead. Her mother said, she just wouldn't believe and Madison was getting angry.

He isn't! I saw a picture and he looks just like me! I'm going. I'll run away if I have to. Madison said this with a very angry scowl that made her look almost identical to Snape, if only Emma knew what Professor Snape looked like.

No you aren't, you have school here. Besides, you're turning sixteen in December, what are you going to do when you're at this-school when you want your license, hmm? What about that? Did you think of that? Or your friends? What about things like that? Emma asked angrily, turning sharply towards the freeway. Madison gave some thought to that, it was true she hadn't thought of that.

Who cares, I can still get my license when I come back during summer. I can just tell my friends and the school I'm going to a boarding school. Madison hotly, her mother merely glanced at her and sighed.

Madison, I'm not going to believe you until I see it for myself. And you are definitely not going with that Herminie girl. Her mother said fiercely, speeding past a different care. Madison glared at her mother, a sneer on her face.





A couple weeks later, a few dozen fights later, Hermione's owl came, a great big snowy white owl. It came during dinner and dropped the letter right in Madison's potatoes, and it stood in the middle of the table, stealing one of her carrots. This one waited and watched her impatiently.

Get that thing off the table! Ethan said, swatting at it with his fork. Madison glared at him, but pulled the owl, who screeched in protest and put it on the floor. He immediately fluttered to her shoulder. Her parent were glaring at it and the letter, her brother was vainly trying to pet the owl, who eyed him in caution.

Madison plucked the letter from her food and looked at the address.

To: Ms. Madison Snape

and that was it. Madison furrowed her brow and ripped it open, pulling the parchment paper from the letter.

Dear Madison,
Hi, hope you're having a good summer and your parent took it well. Anyway, I was just owling you to tell you I'm connecting your fireplace to the floo system-

Here Madison glanced at her fireplace that sat in the living room.

-and I'll arrive as soon as Hedwig get's back with your reply. If it isn't to much, I'll stay for the rest of the summer, clueing you in. You need it. Anyway, Harry's being bitten by a lawn gnome agian...I await your reply.

Sincerely,
Hermione Granger

Well, Matti, what's it say? Isaiah, who was the only one brave enough to voice the question, her parents looked at each other before looking at her expectantly.

Well, my friend Hermione said she's going to come over as soon as she gets my reply. She said slowly, looking from one parent to the other. Can she stay the rest of the summer? Please?

Her mother said, a surprised look on her face. Most certainly not!

Mother! She's the only one who can help me, please, don't say no until you meet her. Please? Madison stared at them with wide, innocent eyes and her mother sighed.

Her mother relented and returned to her dinner, ignoring the odd owl and the odd letter and her son, who was practically falling out of his chair, trying to reach the owl, who hopped the Madison's other shoulder.

Madison grabbed a pen from the pen holder that sat on the counter near the phone.

Dear Hermione,
Summer was okay, and unfortunately my parents didn't take it to well and they still don't believe me. My brother does though...anyway, my mom agrees to meeting you and my father didn't object, so come on over and we'll decided if you can stay.

Truly,
Madison Snape

She looked at the owl and gave it to the owl, who took it from her and flew off out the open window in the living room.

She'll probably be here tomorrow. She muttered, picking at her food.

The next day, Madison jumped from her bed at nine o'clock in the morning when her mother's shriek resounded through the house.

Running downstairs in her boxer shorts and a tank top, her hair ruffled and little red lines across her face from sleeping on a folded pillow, she stared as her mother hide behind a chair, staring wide eyed at Hermione, who dusted soot off from her clothes. Normal clothes.

Hi Hermione. Madison said, smiling, and she walked past her mother with a triumphant grin. See mom? It's real, people don't just pop out of fireplaces.

I've noticed, dear. Emma whispered, trying to make herself seem a little more decent as she walked out from behind the chair and shook Hermione's hand, who grinned at her. Hello, Herninie.

Hermione corrected softly, smiling at Emma, who gave her a scrunched look.

Sorry dear, Hermione. She corrected herself and hurried off into the kitchen. Madison's brother was spending the whole week with her grandparents.

So, are you going to Diagon Alley looking like that? Hermione asked with a grin, looking Madison over, Madison blushed and shook her head.

No, c'mon and I'll get ready. Madison drug Hermione up the stairs and into her room. Sitting on the bed, Hermione watched Madison dig through her closet.

What should I wear? I mean, what do you wear to places like that anyway? Madison's muffled question came from the closet and Hermione couldn't help herself but giggle.

Anything, no one will take notice if you where a cat on your head. Well, maybe a few, but you'll get nothing but strange looks. Hermione said, Madison finally came from the closet carrying an outfit, she laid it on the bed and let Hermione look it over. It was a black cotton pleated skirt with a black belt that had holes around it with sterling sliver out-lining it. If it weren't for the belt, it would have looked a lot like their school uniforms, it still did. And with that she pulled out a black V-neck long sleeved shirt with the sleeves slit at the wrists and they would form a bell around her forearms. That's nice.

Thanks, my mom got it for me for Christmas last year, Madison said, pulling out a pair of comfortable looking black sandals. Oh, and I think I might have something like a cloak...

at this Hermione's interest was perked and she watched expectantly as Madison dug through her closet once again. This time she pulled out what looked remarkably like a cloak.

It was an old halloween costume, I was a vampire. I friends suggested it because I'm so pale. She said, the black velvety cloak was floor length and didn't have the hand holes, it was a rope like tie across the front made from thread.

Well, I think this might make it more believable. Hermione stood, taking out her wand, at which Madison squealed at. Then Hermione paused. Oh, that's right, we'll have to wait until we're at the Leaky Cauldron before I do anything.



It's against the law, I could get kicked out of Hogwarts for doing magic without a license. Hermione said, shrugging, Madison's eyes were wide.

Well, that takes all the fun out of it. Madison mumbled,looking at her outfit, and then at the cloak. Y'know, if I do wear the cloak, I'm going to be really hot. So, I think I'll just where that outfit, so screw the cloak.

Hermione laughed as Madison hung the cloak back in the closet and ushered her out of the bedroom. Madison changed and walked out of the bedroom, smiling at Hermione. She had pulled her hair back into a french braid and put on a different shirt then the one she laid out. It was black still, but it was a tube top, and in her hand was the cloak.

I decided I wanted to at least look slightly normal. She said, shrugging, she turned and walked down the stairs. Hermione looking at her strangely. Witches almost never showed as much skin as she was showing. Shrugging she followed her down. Mom! We're leaving.

What? Well...when will you be home? Her mother asked from the kitchen, she seemed reluctant, but had gotten used to the idea after she saw Hermione appear in her fire place.

Um, later this afternoon probably, before dinner definitely.

Okay, be careful dear. Her mother said, never appearing to them. Madison smiled and shrugged at Hermione and Hermione pulled out a small bag. She pulled a pinch of what looked like dust to her and threw it into the fire place, it instantly was alight with green flames.

Well, you go first. Just step into it, it won't hurt you, and say Diagon Alley very very carefully. Hermione said, Madison nodded and stepped apprehensively into the fire, it was warm and felt like a feather and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Diagon Alley. She said clearly, she was engulfed in the green flames and suddenly found herself on her posterior in a fireplace where there were quite a few people around, they didn't notice her. Stepping out and dusting herself off, Hermione appeared behind her, standing and looking quite calm.

She said, pulling at Madison's arm. Madison nodded and pulled the cloak over her shoulders and wandered out of the pub and into an alley way, where there were what looked like hundreds of people in different colored cloaks wandering around. She looked at them all with wide eyes and mouth slack. I had the same reaction as you, c'mon, lets get you a wand.

Wand? I get my own wand? Madison asked incredulously, looking at Hermione, who laughed and nodded.

Of course, what did you expect to get, a stick wrapped in tinsel? Hermione giggled, pulling over to a place called Ollivanders. Inside it was musty and filled with slim shoe boxes. Mr. Ollivander?

A man came around a corner of piled shoe boxes and smiled at Hermione.

Can I help you Hermione? He asked, he was old looking with glasses and graying hair. He looked at Madison and smiled, raising an eyebrow at her.

Madison needs a wand. Hermione simply said, turning to Madison. I'm going to get your books and I'll come back and get you.

With that, Hermione left the store before Madison could even get a word in. She turned to Mr. Ollivander, who was looking at her with a smile.

How are you, Madison...? He asked, pulling a dusty shoe box from the shelf. Madison could feel herself blush.

Snape, Madison Snape. At that, the man paused and stared at her with raised eyebrows.

As in Severus Snape? You related? He asked, a twinkle in his eye and he opened the box, revealing a long wooden wand. He handed it to her.

I dunno, was all she said, standing there, holding the wand and looking confused. Mr. Ollivander looked surprised at the answer.

Well, give it a wave girl! He said suddenly, Madison jumped and waved the wand in a very unpracticed way. An ink bottle exploded just behind Mr. Ollivander, he snatched the wand from her, her expression was a big O' or horror. No no no...

He grabbed another box, inside of it was another smooth wand, he handed it to her. She took it and waved it, a whole shelf of books flew everywhere. He grabbed it from her and took another wand, before she even touched it he snapped it back.

No no no... He mumbled and disappeared behind a shelf. At this Madison wondered if she were meant to have a wand. He handed her a wand, she gave it a reluctant wave, instead of something exploding, she was filled with warmth and was covered in a red glow. Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands, a smile on his face. Eleven inch ceder...inflexible...and dear me...

What? What? Madison asked curiously, her wand must have something wrong with it. She gazed at it, it was a swirl of dark wood with a silver handle.

It has a dragonhorn in it, very very rare, I've only two of them...interesting. Mr. Ollivander looked with a smile at her, handing her the wand.

Interesting? What's interesting? Is there something wrong with my wand, sir? She asked, looking it over, she thought it was beautiful.

Oh, no no. It's just that the only other wand I have with a dragonhorn core is...well...Professor Snape's. Although the ceder is rare, it's not as rare as the dragonhorn, in fact I remember when I found the dragonhorn...well, lets just say Dragon's aren't morning people. He said, a smile on his face and when Madison walked out into the streets, Hermione was walking towards her, carrying a cauldron filled with books.

Hi, did it go well? She asked as they started toward a different store.

I'm not sure, he said that it's core was rare...and that the only other wand he had with it was...erm...Snape's. She said this softly and Hermione almost dropped the cauldron.

Hermione said aghast. Madison was about to reply, but something else did it for her.

Ah, Ms. Granger. Thinking of me over the summer, are you? a silky voice came from behind them, both girls turned quickly and looked at them man. Madison stared at the smirking man with wide eyes, who was much more scary in person, his person just seemed to make you want to shrink back with fear. He was much taller than her own five seven, and his black shoulder length hair seemed even greasier than in his picture.

P-Professor Snape, Hermione said, her eyes were wide also. Snape looked with narrowed eyes at Madison, who stared at him.

He snapped, glaring at her, she blinked.

N-nothing, sir. She mumbled, not looking away from him, for some reason she was no longer afraid of him. He merely sneered at her, crossing his arms.

Who are you? He asked, Madison was about to reply but Hermione butted in.

The new student, she's going to be fifth year, right? Madison nodded, Snape glared at them both, sneering at Hermione.

That doesn't answer my question, Ms. Granger. I would think that you, of all people, would understand a simple question such as that. He said, crossing his arms and staring expectantly at her. Hermione didn't want to say Madison's name, well not her full name anyway.

Her name's Madison. Was all Hermione said, Snape's eye immediately darted to Madison, who was staring calmly back at him, her gray eyes studied him. He narrowed his eyes, shifting his stance.

What? Is there something on my nose? She asked, eyeing him, she now knew that he had to be her father as he sneered.

Your full name, He said this more like a demand than a question, Madison was about to answer when suddenly people were screaming her name.

Madison! Hey, I thought we were supposed to meet at the Three Broom Sticks! Ron's voice appeared over the crowd and Hermione and Madison both turned around and found Ron pushing his way through the crowd, Harry right behind him. Well? Why weren't you there? Hermione! You didn't forget, did you?

No! We were just talking to... Hermione turned to point at Snape, but he was no where to be seen. The snake! He disappears without so much as a word!



Hermione said, Ron's eyes widened and his gaze immediately fell on Madison, who looked normal.

Did you tell him? Harry asked, looking from Hermione to Madison. Madison shook her head.

We didn't get the chance, he knows her first name, and he seemed to recognize it. Hermione said, shrugging, Madison didn't say anything, she was glancing through the crowd, looking for him.

Oh well, he'll find out sooner or later, although I'm surprised he wouldn't have already known. They look so much alike. Ron said, as they started toward the pub where they planned to eat lunch. Hermione nodded and handed the cauldron to Madison, who looked distracted.

He didn't know we were getting a new student, I'm surprised Dumbledore or McGonagall didn't tell him. They both had to know, especially since her last name is Snape. How many Snape's can there be? Hermione said the last part sarcastically and entered into a pub filled with all sorts of funny looking people.

Not many, well that aren't related to Snape. Ron said as they sat down in a booth near the window.

I don't think so, Hermione said, Harry nodded, rubbing his forehead and brushing his hair back.

Potter, and Weasel, and Mudblood too. Oh, and there's another one of you losers.

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