Severus Snape paced through his manor in the middle of a warm August
evening. He knew he should be sleeping, but there was too much on his mind
to allow sleep to come. Raising one hand to his temple, he sighed before
seeming to make a decision.
He ascended a flight of stairs and walked down the hall before stopping before a door, where he hesitated. Listening intently outside, he opened the door and peered in. The room was decently sized, and in a state of mass chaos. The dresser drawers were all pulled out, clothes hanging from them. Dirty laundry was scattered across the floor, making him wonder how anyone could make their way across it without a near death experience.
Sleeping peacefully in her bed was his niece, Melissa Lewis. He shook his head, again marveling at how much she looked like her mother. The girl had the same small stature and features. Everything about her was exactly like her mother had been, excepting her hair. Although Melissa's locks fell in the same tight curls, she had inherited her father's strawberry blonde hair. Severus wrinkled his nose slightly, thinking she could be mistaken for one of those Weasley devils.
It was odd, having the girl here. Severus had met his niece only twice before, and once had been when she was born. The second time was when he had picked her up at the airport a week ago.
His sister, Cassidy, had left England with her husband shortly after Melissa had been born. They had traveled to America, where they hoped to protect their child, for a time at least, from the Dark Lord. Cassidy had kept Severus informed with her frequent letters. She had delightedly informed him of Melissa's acceptance and progress at Salem Academy. Severus found it hard to believe that only a month ago he had received the letter from Cassidy's sister in law.
The letter had been short and to the point, informing him in an emotionless manner that his sister was dead, along with her husband, and that their child was left without a home. He recalled his sister in law being that way. She did not like to dramatize or be sentimental. She reminded Severus, in a way, of Minerva McGonagall.
Severus had often caught himself wishing that his sister in law had simply taken the girl in. Melissa was, after all, far better acquainted with her aunt. It had been in Cassidy's will, however, that Severus should be Melissa's legal guardian if she should die or be unable to watch over her.
Severus jumped in mild surprise when his niece tossed feverishly in her sleep. She muttered something softly before quieting down once again. He watched for a moment longer before closing the door with a frown. He had noticed dark circles under Melissa's eyes and wondered if she had been sleeping well.
Walking back to his room, he decided he'd best sleep. The next morning he would be traveling with his niece to Platform 9 ¾. He would drop her off on the Hogwarts Express early and then go to Platform 10 ¼ to board the train that took the Professors to the castle.
Severus wasn't sure how his niece would handle Hogwarts. It would be different from Salem Academy, no doubt, but he believed she would adapt well. Melissa had already adjusted to his home well enough. He had tested her on her basic potions, and found that the girl was more than satisfactory in the area. According to his sister's letters, Melissa also possessed high potential in Healing Arts as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The Professor had to admit he was much more concerned about her communication with other students than with her academic potential. It was clear that she was ambitious. However, the girl seemed to keep her peers at a distance, preferring to watch rather than to interact.
That afternoon, in Diagon Alley, Severus had introduced the girl to a few of his students. Melissa had made polite small talk, but gave no particulars. He had given up after she ended five conversations politely, yet abruptly, without even giving her name to many of the students. He could not say that he blamed Melissa for her guarded ways. She had, after all, lost her parents less than two weeks ago, left the only home she knew behind and all the friends she had with it. He could only reason that she was in such a state of shock that socializing was not a high priority.
Melissa had opened up to Severus considerably, however. He supposed it was due to their shared grief, although his was far less detectable. His niece was able to contain her emotions, though not hide them behind a mask.
Severus had to admit he was relieved that she had not yet developed that skill. It would be much easier to help her deal with her grief if he could detect it. Before he went to sleep, Severus made a mental note to keep an eye on Melissa throughout the school year.
As the light poured into her room cheerfully, Melissa grumbled pulling the covers over her head. Severus smirked slightly, shaking his head.
"Good morning," he said in an amused and sarcastic tone.
"Go away!" Came her muffled reply.
"I beg your pardon?" Severus asked in surprise. His niece had been nothing but polite for the entire time she had been at his manor. He had never attempted to awake a teenager before, however.
"I'm tired.let me sleep.." Melissa replied.
"I'd love to," he returned dryly, "if we didn't have to leave for King's Cross in twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes!" Melissa cried, throwing her blankets from her and sitting up in a hurry. "We're leaving in twenty minutes? Why did you let me sleep in so late?"
She threw a pillow at him, which he dodged quickly. Severus glared at his niece, expecting her to fidget uncomfortably and mutter an apology. Melissa, however, simply flounced out of her room, muttering under her breath.
Her uncle raised an eyebrow bemusedly. She is more like her mother than I had guessed, he mused. Only Cassidy had been unaffected by his methods of intimidation. He wondered if Melissa also had Cassidy's rebellious streak.
An hour and twenty seven minutes later, Severus was sitting at his kitchen table with a glass of coffee. He never had liked tea in the morning, it wasn't strong enough. He heard loud footsteps on the stairs and looked up somewhat amused as Melissa jumped the last three steps and skidded into the kitchen, attempting to pull her hair into a pony tail at the same time.
"Uncle Severus, I'm sorry, I didn't think it'd take me this lo-" Melissa stopped in mid sentence as she noticed her uncle's amused expression. "Why are you so calm? We were supposed leave ages ago."
Severus raised his eyebrows in mock innocence. "Oh, no, you still have half an hour."
"You said-" She began accusingly.
"I lied."
"You'll develop a bad reputation, Uncle dearest," The girl retorted sarcastically. She flounced over to the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"It's strong."
"Good," she snapped.
"Don't you want cream?"
"No."
"Milk?"
"No."
"Sugar?"
"No."
He watched as she took a sip, making a face. Noticing his smirk, Melissa took a deep drink from her cup, forcing herself to maintain a straight face. Severus laughed and pushed the milk over to her before he stood and walked out of the room.
"Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes, Melissa," he called over his shoulder. Once he was out of the room, Melissa poured a liberal amount of milk into her coffee. She took a sip before making a face and deciding she liked it better black.
Setting her coffee aside, she looked out the window. Her trunk was packed and she was ready to leave now, anything to get rid of the tension she felt. Before she could get too lost into her reverie, she noticed about six owls flying through the window.
Four of the owls carried letters addressed to S. Snape. They dropped their letters and flew off quickly. Another carried a newspaper, and she placed three Knuts into the pouch on its leg before it flew off. The last owl sat on the table. Melissa looked at it before gasping in recognition.
"Marci!" She cried, and the owl hooted as if in approval and flew to her outstretched arm. The girl stroked the creature's feathers gently before removing the letter. Clearly written on the envelope was Missy.
"You didn't fly all the way from home!" Melissa exclaimed. The owl hooted in a somewhat tired way as if to confirm her guess. "Poor thing." the girl muttered, setting Marci down on the table. After searching for a moment, she found some food and water for it.
"You can stay as long as you'd like before you go home. Rest up," Melissa offered. The owl seemed to hoot its gratitude while eating as much as it could in one bite. Melissa absently looked at her watch. It was just about time to leave. Pocketing the letters she ran upstairs to retrieve her trunk.
Severus and his niece made it to Kings Cross Station quickly. Melissa was surprised to find that the station was actually packed with Muggles. She looked down at her attire, a simple blue skirt accompanied by a white dress shirt, nervously. Hopefully she had dressed appropriately and would not seem off beat.
Melissa glanced at her uncle uncertainly, wanting some sort of approval, but afraid to ask for it. She wondered fleetingly what she would do if he didn't approve of her. Would her uncle disown her?
The girl shook her head, knowing she was being ridiculous. Of course her uncle wouldn't disown her; he could hardly do that after her mother had left her in his care. Melissa knew they had been close, and that Severus would care for her for the love he held for her mother, if nothing else.
"Here we are," Severus stated, snapping Melissa out of her reverie. They were standing between platforms 9 and 10. Melissa looked at her ticket in confusion before turning back to her uncle.
"Uh.Uncle Severus?" She asked inquiringly.
"Yes?"
"Well.my ticket.it says Platform 9 ¾." Melissa turned to him expectantly.
"Yes, that's correct," Her uncle replied, looking at her.
"But.Uncle Severus."
"What?"
"Where is it?" Melissa looked around, feeling stupid. Was it something obvious that she was overlooking in her state of nervousness? She snapped her attention back to her uncle when she heard his soft chuckling, glaring at him.
"Well?" Melissa demanded testily, "Where is it?"
"Walk between the platforms," Severus replied simply, pointing.
"I'd walk into the wall," Melissa replied sardonically.
"Go ahead," he prompted.
"You want me to walk into a wall?" She cried incredulously.
Severus sighed in frustration. Taking hold of the cart she was holding onto, he began to push her towards the barrier.
"What are you doing?" Melissa hissed.
As if to answer, Severus prompted the cart to go faster, pushing Melissa along. The barrier was growing alarmingly close. Melissa closed her eyes, expecting a loud crash and to be thrown upon the cold ground of the station. I am going to murder him, she thought angrily.
The crash Melissa was expecting never did come. With her eyes still clenched tightly, she felt her uncle slowly stop the cart's reckless pace. Melissa let out a breath, not having realized she had been holding it. When the cart came to a complete stop, she turned to glare at her uncle.
The sight that met her eyes took away all thoughts of rebuke. A massive scarlet train stood before her with large clouds of smoke billowing. A few people were milling about, saying good bye to family and hello to friends. There was an air of excitement in the station, which she noted was Platform 9 ¾ by the large sign hanging just above her.
Melissa turned to look at her uncle. After a moment, she stated, "So, you were telling the truth," with a hint of mild surprise in her voice.
He simply raised his eyebrows and replied, "I don't believe I've given you reason to believe I am a liar?"
"I suppose you haven't." She shot back before returning her attention to her surroundings. Across the train The Hogwarts Express was painted in bold, neat script. She suddenly felt unsure, and turned to her uncle as if expecting instructions.
As if sensing her unease, Severus stepped forward and hauled her trunk to a compartment near the middle of the train. Melissa followed him meekly, wishing she could simply ride on the teacher's train. At least she would know someone there.
"Where do I go? After the train stops?" She asked him uncertainly. Her uncle turned to her and looked at his niece for a moment, deep in thought. He put a hand on his chin, noting her insecurity. Severus seemed to come to a decision rather quickly, and smirked.
"Ask someone."
"I just did," she retorted.
"Ask a student."
"Why?"
"Simply because I doubt you would speak to anyone unless you were forced to."
"Sense when are you so involved in my social life? I have plenty of friends."
"I do not doubt that you do. I do doubt, however, that any of these friends live in near proximity to England."
"I do have my doubts as to if I need any other friends."
"You intend to live in hermitage?"
"If permissible."
"It's not."
"Oh, is it illegal in England?"
"Quite."
"I simply must become accustomed with the laws here."
"Indeed."
Melissa looked at Severus in disbelief. He's got to be kidding me. I can't believe we're having this conversation, she thought. After a moment of stunned silence, she decided to attempt to reason with him again.
"Oh, Uncle Severus, be reasonable."
"I believe, Melissa, that you should be reasonable."
"I just need to be alone for a while, all right? Can't I make friends later?"
Severus considered this for a moment. It was true that his niece had hardly had anytime to herself in order to think. Surely she did need time to sort through her emotions and come to a state of acceptance.
On the other hand, Melissa was a teenager, to whom, like most teenagers, friends were a major priority. The best friends the girl had had, and most likely the only ones she had ever gone to with her problems, were across a sea. Severus realized she most likely wouldn't come to him with everything, and therefore would need someone to whom she could turn to. Therefore, he had come to his decision and would not be swayed.
"Just talk to someone. I'm asking you to ask instructions, not give your life story, Melissa. I don't expect you to replace all your friends in one day." Severus replied as gently as he could. Melissa gave him a pleading look.
"But-"
"No buts."
For a moment they stared off, giving Severus the impression that Melissa was going to begin to argue her case once again, before she sighed and replied, "Fine." He nodded in approval and turned to leave.
"Oh, Uncle Severus, wait!" Melissa cried before he reached the door. Severus turned slowly back to his niece, looking at her expectantly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pile of letters and a newspaper.
"These came this morning. I forgot to give them to you before."
Severus took the pile from her, sifting through it with an unaffected air. He started at seeing the handwriting on one of the letters, and looked up at her sharply. Melissa backed up slightly at the dangerous glint in her uncle's eye.
"You didn't read them?" Severus barked.
"No! Of course I didn't!" Melissa replied hastily, her eyes widening. Her uncle's face relaxed and he nodded and returned his attention to the last letter. What was that about? Melissa wondered curiously. I wonder what he could have gotten that would make him so.edgy.
"This is addressed to you," Severus stated, breaking into her moment of pensiveness. He was holding a letter out to her. Melissa took the letter with "Missy" written in a narrow and neat script.
"Oh, right.Angie's letter. I had forgotten." Melissa stated absently, taking her letter.
"Angie?"
"Angela Mary da Vinci.my best friend."
"As in Leonardo da Vinci?"
"Yes, they're related."
"Interesting."
"Mmhmm."
"And.Missy?" She noticed the curiosity in his voice.
"Yes, my friends insist on calling me that."
"Your friends?" Severus asked with curiosity.
"Well, you don't expect to let others call me that, do you?" Melissa replied, scrunching up her nose. Severus chuckled softly, before turning to leave once more.
"I'll see you at school.Missy," Severus looked over his shoulder to see her reaction. She was smiling a bit, as he had expected. He figured it was a nickname her friends had picked up from her mother because that was what Cassidy had always called Melissa in her letters. "Thank you for delivering my letters to me."
Melissa smiled slightly, seeming to having an internal debate. Before he could react, the girl was hugging him. Shaking his head, he returned the gesture. When she looked up, her eyes were shining with tears.
"Thank you, Uncle Severus."
He raised an eyebrow, "For?"
"For letting me stay with you. Aunty was sure you'd turn me out.."
Severus felt a flash of anger, almost feeling parental. What kind of person would say such a thing to a girl who had just lost her parents? He made a mental note to write a nasty and threatening letter to this aunt of Melissa's.
"I'd never," he replied gruffly. "Remember that."
"Do you promise?" Melissa asked hesitantly.
Severus laughed softly, shaking his head before he realized that his niece was quite serious. "Do you promise?" Melissa repeated in an unsure voice.
"Of course I do," Severus replied, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I have to get to the Professor's Express now." Melissa looked up, smiling at him.
"All right. See you at school, Uncle Sev," She replied before he swept from the compartment. Melissa watched him walk back out the platform. He turned and waved to her before walking back to the muggle station. Melissa waved back happily.
Fifteen minutes later, the Hogwarts Express was rolling out of Platform 9 ¾. Melissa sat next to the window, glancing at the scenery for a moment before picking up Angie's letter once more. She hadn't heard from her friends sense she left, and was sharply reminded of how far they were.
Missy,
I'm not even going to ask how you are (don't get me wrong, I'm concerned and I do care but I know that you're doing pretty crappy). I can't believe you're gone. School started yesterday, and it's so strange without you. Jimmy and Drew are going into withdrawal. How am I going to handle them without you?
Melissa stopped, smiling at that. She and Angie had always claimed to keep their friend Jimmy and Angie's twin brother Drew out of trouble, although most of the time the situation was vice versa. The boys would try to contain their mischief, but would often end up getting the girls out of some scrape or another.
At least Michelle will help me with those two. It's not fun without you anymore, though. We just sit there, talking about.well, you actually. To be honest, Missy, I'm worried about you. You've been through a lot, and seen too much.make sure you find someone to talk to, all right?
Melissa felt her jaw drop open. Not you too, Angie! She cried mentally. How could they expect her to just replace them? Those things took time; she couldn't just go and make new best friends. Melissa felt her cheeks redden with an unexplainable anger; she had felt her friends would at least understand! Her angry thoughts were quieted with the next lines of the letter, however.
Now, Missy, I know what you're thinking, because I know you. You're probably getting angry, just the thought of your eyes flashing dangerously and the pink tint in your face is making me laugh. And miss you a bit less. I guess you're still with us somehow, and that's comforting.
I'm not asking you to replace us. In fact, if you do I am sure I can find a way of revenge and put it in an envelope. How does a nice Howler sound, hmm? I'm just saying find new friends (not better, and don't you dare forget about us) that you trust and who care. And take care of yourself, okay?
Well, the guys and I are going to sneak out and get something to eat now (like I said, this will be no fun without you) so I better get ready. I miss you so much, and I hope to see you soon. Hopefully we can figure something out, okay?
Hugs and kisses,
Angie
PS- Please think about what I said about finding new friends, okay? I know that you're strong enough to be alone, but I don't want that for you. I'm willing to share. In fact, I'll be sending out applications to the population of Hogwarts to apply to be your stand-in best friend.
PSS- I'm sending Davey's favorite scarf to you. He's bothering me, and I remembered that you always had to borrow his when we snuck out, so I figured I'd get back at him and help you.
Melissa found herself laughing at the last part. She made a mental note to assure Angie that applications would not be necessary. Although, with all her years of being Angie's best friend and the knowledge that came with those years, they were already made and sent. Melissa sighed again, turning to the widow once more.
The girl was completely aware that her friends and uncle were right. She did need to talk to people and open up a bit. The question was: who could she trust? Or who would she trust? Wasn't it too soon?
She pulled Davey's scarf out of the large envelope and smiled softly. It was true, she had always stolen his scarf, because she never liked hers much. Holding it up to her nose, she noticed it smelled like Davey's cologne. It smells like home she marveled.
Her thoughts were cut short as her compartment door was flung open. Three boys, who Melissa assumed were about her age, filed in, not seeming to have noticed her. Melissa watched the strangers with amusement. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize I'm here, she pondered.
"I know Father had some news that he wouldn't tell me," A boy with slivery blonde hair stated, looking at the two others. Melissa studied the three. The one who had spoken was much smaller than the other two, although compared to her he was rather tall. The other two were large and stocky, reminding her strongly of body guards.
One of the bodyguards noticed her at that moment. He stared at her in surprise for a moment. He poked the blonde boy as if uncertain of what to do. Melissa stifled her laughter at this, causing the blonde and the other bodyguard to notice her.
They both stared at her for a moment before the small one sneered at the two others. Melissa decided that he must be some sort of leader. The bodyguards crossed their arms simultaneously, glaring. Melissa blinked, thinking I have stumbled upon a cult of some sort. They even have a secret code.
"Weasley," The blonde growled, stepping forward and glaring at her. "This is our compartment."
Melissa looked behind her. There had been no one else in here before. Who was Weasley?
"Uhm.come again?" Melissa asked. The three stared at her in surprise. She stared back in confusion until she realized they had thought she was someone else. Her accent must have given her away. Shame, really. She could have had a bit of fun.
"Who's she, Draco?" One of the bodyguards asked the blonde uncertainly.
"I don't know, you idiot. Ask her." The boy shot back irritably.
They all turned to stare at her once more. Melissa suddenly felt herself growing mildly self-conscious. Did she mismatch her clothes that morning? Of course not, she assured herself while looking at her white blouse, white goes with everything.
"Never seen a girl before, boys?" Melissa asked lightly.
"Who are you?" The one called Draco demanded.
Just then the compartment door slid open again, sparing Melissa from answering. A boy with short brown hair entered, taking in the situation. Then he walked forward and sat down across from Melissa.
"Making friends, Draco?" He asked sarcastically. Melissa started slightly when he spoke-she wasn't sure what it was, but he seemed so familiar. Suddenly the boy turned his attention to her. Melissa looked away quickly, realizing she was staring.
The blonde one settled himself next to the boy with dark hair, and smirked slightly.
"Oh yes, weren't we?" He asked, looking towards Melissa.
"Something like that.." Melissa replied, raising an eyebrow. If that's what he calls friends, I don't want to know what being enemies is to him..she thought dryly. The boy with the light hair leaned forward, offering his had.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he stated with pride. Melissa took his hand politely and turned inquiring eyes to the others. So much for a quiet ride to the school to sort things out.my compartment has been invaded, she sardonically reasoned.
The two who had come in with Draco simply introduced themselves as "Crabbe" and "Goyle", and said nothing more. Melissa decided they must be men of little words. Lastly she turned to the one who had just come in.
"I'm Drew Halothane," he informed her in a bored tone.
Melissa nodded and smiled, "pleased to meet you all," and added "I hope" under her breath. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle didn't hear, but Drew did and raised an eyebrow. She bit her lip, hoping she hadn't offended him when she noticed him chuckle softly.
He leaned forward and whispered, "You may not be someday" before moving away to see the surprise in her eyes. She knew he was right, and had been thinking the same thing. It was shocking that he felt comfortable enough to tell her this. Once again, Melissa couldn't shake the eerie feeling that she had met him before.
"You haven't told us your name," Drew said louder, gaining the attention of Draco and the other two. They were looking at her expectantly.
"Name's Melissa Lewis," she replied. She noticed Drew looking at the discarded envelope to her right.
"Is it Missy, then?" He asked. Melissa felt a shot go through her heart. She hadn't expected the nickname coming from a stranger to hurt, but it had. She felt an unexplainable rage growing, but squashed that immediately. He can't possibly know. You're being ridiculous.
"No, just Melissa," She replied, sounding more clipped and cold than she had intended. As if to make amends, she added, "that was just a nickname that mom used to call me."
"Used to?" Draco asked, curiosity showing on his pale face.
"Yes. She's dead," She replied shortly. She chose that moment to look out the window. There's going to be an awkward pause now she thought unless I think of something to say quickly.. Before she could speak, however, Drew said, "I know" quietly.
She snapped her attention to him suddenly.
"What?" Melissa asked sharply. She inched forward in the seat, attempting to get a good look at him. Why does he seem so familiar? And how did he know that my mother isn't alive anymore?
"I.read it in the paper," Drew replied quickly. He looked at Melissa thinking Drew, you idiot, you just gave yourself away..
"In the English paper?" Melissa asked with doubt apparent in her voice.
"No.I have a friend in America," He replied, this time slowly, as if contemplating his answer, "he sent me the article."
"Oh," Melissa muttered, turning away. She wished they'd just leave-she hadn't felt so much like crying sense.well, sense the night her parents were killed. In fact, she hadn't cried sense then at all.
Suddenly it felt as if she were suffocating inside the compartment. As she felt the tears she had held back for too long well up behind her eyes, Melissa stood quickly and made her way out of the small room. None of the boys made a move to stop her, which she was grateful for.
He ascended a flight of stairs and walked down the hall before stopping before a door, where he hesitated. Listening intently outside, he opened the door and peered in. The room was decently sized, and in a state of mass chaos. The dresser drawers were all pulled out, clothes hanging from them. Dirty laundry was scattered across the floor, making him wonder how anyone could make their way across it without a near death experience.
Sleeping peacefully in her bed was his niece, Melissa Lewis. He shook his head, again marveling at how much she looked like her mother. The girl had the same small stature and features. Everything about her was exactly like her mother had been, excepting her hair. Although Melissa's locks fell in the same tight curls, she had inherited her father's strawberry blonde hair. Severus wrinkled his nose slightly, thinking she could be mistaken for one of those Weasley devils.
It was odd, having the girl here. Severus had met his niece only twice before, and once had been when she was born. The second time was when he had picked her up at the airport a week ago.
His sister, Cassidy, had left England with her husband shortly after Melissa had been born. They had traveled to America, where they hoped to protect their child, for a time at least, from the Dark Lord. Cassidy had kept Severus informed with her frequent letters. She had delightedly informed him of Melissa's acceptance and progress at Salem Academy. Severus found it hard to believe that only a month ago he had received the letter from Cassidy's sister in law.
The letter had been short and to the point, informing him in an emotionless manner that his sister was dead, along with her husband, and that their child was left without a home. He recalled his sister in law being that way. She did not like to dramatize or be sentimental. She reminded Severus, in a way, of Minerva McGonagall.
Severus had often caught himself wishing that his sister in law had simply taken the girl in. Melissa was, after all, far better acquainted with her aunt. It had been in Cassidy's will, however, that Severus should be Melissa's legal guardian if she should die or be unable to watch over her.
Severus jumped in mild surprise when his niece tossed feverishly in her sleep. She muttered something softly before quieting down once again. He watched for a moment longer before closing the door with a frown. He had noticed dark circles under Melissa's eyes and wondered if she had been sleeping well.
Walking back to his room, he decided he'd best sleep. The next morning he would be traveling with his niece to Platform 9 ¾. He would drop her off on the Hogwarts Express early and then go to Platform 10 ¼ to board the train that took the Professors to the castle.
Severus wasn't sure how his niece would handle Hogwarts. It would be different from Salem Academy, no doubt, but he believed she would adapt well. Melissa had already adjusted to his home well enough. He had tested her on her basic potions, and found that the girl was more than satisfactory in the area. According to his sister's letters, Melissa also possessed high potential in Healing Arts as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The Professor had to admit he was much more concerned about her communication with other students than with her academic potential. It was clear that she was ambitious. However, the girl seemed to keep her peers at a distance, preferring to watch rather than to interact.
That afternoon, in Diagon Alley, Severus had introduced the girl to a few of his students. Melissa had made polite small talk, but gave no particulars. He had given up after she ended five conversations politely, yet abruptly, without even giving her name to many of the students. He could not say that he blamed Melissa for her guarded ways. She had, after all, lost her parents less than two weeks ago, left the only home she knew behind and all the friends she had with it. He could only reason that she was in such a state of shock that socializing was not a high priority.
Melissa had opened up to Severus considerably, however. He supposed it was due to their shared grief, although his was far less detectable. His niece was able to contain her emotions, though not hide them behind a mask.
Severus had to admit he was relieved that she had not yet developed that skill. It would be much easier to help her deal with her grief if he could detect it. Before he went to sleep, Severus made a mental note to keep an eye on Melissa throughout the school year.
As the light poured into her room cheerfully, Melissa grumbled pulling the covers over her head. Severus smirked slightly, shaking his head.
"Good morning," he said in an amused and sarcastic tone.
"Go away!" Came her muffled reply.
"I beg your pardon?" Severus asked in surprise. His niece had been nothing but polite for the entire time she had been at his manor. He had never attempted to awake a teenager before, however.
"I'm tired.let me sleep.." Melissa replied.
"I'd love to," he returned dryly, "if we didn't have to leave for King's Cross in twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes!" Melissa cried, throwing her blankets from her and sitting up in a hurry. "We're leaving in twenty minutes? Why did you let me sleep in so late?"
She threw a pillow at him, which he dodged quickly. Severus glared at his niece, expecting her to fidget uncomfortably and mutter an apology. Melissa, however, simply flounced out of her room, muttering under her breath.
Her uncle raised an eyebrow bemusedly. She is more like her mother than I had guessed, he mused. Only Cassidy had been unaffected by his methods of intimidation. He wondered if Melissa also had Cassidy's rebellious streak.
An hour and twenty seven minutes later, Severus was sitting at his kitchen table with a glass of coffee. He never had liked tea in the morning, it wasn't strong enough. He heard loud footsteps on the stairs and looked up somewhat amused as Melissa jumped the last three steps and skidded into the kitchen, attempting to pull her hair into a pony tail at the same time.
"Uncle Severus, I'm sorry, I didn't think it'd take me this lo-" Melissa stopped in mid sentence as she noticed her uncle's amused expression. "Why are you so calm? We were supposed leave ages ago."
Severus raised his eyebrows in mock innocence. "Oh, no, you still have half an hour."
"You said-" She began accusingly.
"I lied."
"You'll develop a bad reputation, Uncle dearest," The girl retorted sarcastically. She flounced over to the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"It's strong."
"Good," she snapped.
"Don't you want cream?"
"No."
"Milk?"
"No."
"Sugar?"
"No."
He watched as she took a sip, making a face. Noticing his smirk, Melissa took a deep drink from her cup, forcing herself to maintain a straight face. Severus laughed and pushed the milk over to her before he stood and walked out of the room.
"Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes, Melissa," he called over his shoulder. Once he was out of the room, Melissa poured a liberal amount of milk into her coffee. She took a sip before making a face and deciding she liked it better black.
Setting her coffee aside, she looked out the window. Her trunk was packed and she was ready to leave now, anything to get rid of the tension she felt. Before she could get too lost into her reverie, she noticed about six owls flying through the window.
Four of the owls carried letters addressed to S. Snape. They dropped their letters and flew off quickly. Another carried a newspaper, and she placed three Knuts into the pouch on its leg before it flew off. The last owl sat on the table. Melissa looked at it before gasping in recognition.
"Marci!" She cried, and the owl hooted as if in approval and flew to her outstretched arm. The girl stroked the creature's feathers gently before removing the letter. Clearly written on the envelope was Missy.
"You didn't fly all the way from home!" Melissa exclaimed. The owl hooted in a somewhat tired way as if to confirm her guess. "Poor thing." the girl muttered, setting Marci down on the table. After searching for a moment, she found some food and water for it.
"You can stay as long as you'd like before you go home. Rest up," Melissa offered. The owl seemed to hoot its gratitude while eating as much as it could in one bite. Melissa absently looked at her watch. It was just about time to leave. Pocketing the letters she ran upstairs to retrieve her trunk.
Severus and his niece made it to Kings Cross Station quickly. Melissa was surprised to find that the station was actually packed with Muggles. She looked down at her attire, a simple blue skirt accompanied by a white dress shirt, nervously. Hopefully she had dressed appropriately and would not seem off beat.
Melissa glanced at her uncle uncertainly, wanting some sort of approval, but afraid to ask for it. She wondered fleetingly what she would do if he didn't approve of her. Would her uncle disown her?
The girl shook her head, knowing she was being ridiculous. Of course her uncle wouldn't disown her; he could hardly do that after her mother had left her in his care. Melissa knew they had been close, and that Severus would care for her for the love he held for her mother, if nothing else.
"Here we are," Severus stated, snapping Melissa out of her reverie. They were standing between platforms 9 and 10. Melissa looked at her ticket in confusion before turning back to her uncle.
"Uh.Uncle Severus?" She asked inquiringly.
"Yes?"
"Well.my ticket.it says Platform 9 ¾." Melissa turned to him expectantly.
"Yes, that's correct," Her uncle replied, looking at her.
"But.Uncle Severus."
"What?"
"Where is it?" Melissa looked around, feeling stupid. Was it something obvious that she was overlooking in her state of nervousness? She snapped her attention back to her uncle when she heard his soft chuckling, glaring at him.
"Well?" Melissa demanded testily, "Where is it?"
"Walk between the platforms," Severus replied simply, pointing.
"I'd walk into the wall," Melissa replied sardonically.
"Go ahead," he prompted.
"You want me to walk into a wall?" She cried incredulously.
Severus sighed in frustration. Taking hold of the cart she was holding onto, he began to push her towards the barrier.
"What are you doing?" Melissa hissed.
As if to answer, Severus prompted the cart to go faster, pushing Melissa along. The barrier was growing alarmingly close. Melissa closed her eyes, expecting a loud crash and to be thrown upon the cold ground of the station. I am going to murder him, she thought angrily.
The crash Melissa was expecting never did come. With her eyes still clenched tightly, she felt her uncle slowly stop the cart's reckless pace. Melissa let out a breath, not having realized she had been holding it. When the cart came to a complete stop, she turned to glare at her uncle.
The sight that met her eyes took away all thoughts of rebuke. A massive scarlet train stood before her with large clouds of smoke billowing. A few people were milling about, saying good bye to family and hello to friends. There was an air of excitement in the station, which she noted was Platform 9 ¾ by the large sign hanging just above her.
Melissa turned to look at her uncle. After a moment, she stated, "So, you were telling the truth," with a hint of mild surprise in her voice.
He simply raised his eyebrows and replied, "I don't believe I've given you reason to believe I am a liar?"
"I suppose you haven't." She shot back before returning her attention to her surroundings. Across the train The Hogwarts Express was painted in bold, neat script. She suddenly felt unsure, and turned to her uncle as if expecting instructions.
As if sensing her unease, Severus stepped forward and hauled her trunk to a compartment near the middle of the train. Melissa followed him meekly, wishing she could simply ride on the teacher's train. At least she would know someone there.
"Where do I go? After the train stops?" She asked him uncertainly. Her uncle turned to her and looked at his niece for a moment, deep in thought. He put a hand on his chin, noting her insecurity. Severus seemed to come to a decision rather quickly, and smirked.
"Ask someone."
"I just did," she retorted.
"Ask a student."
"Why?"
"Simply because I doubt you would speak to anyone unless you were forced to."
"Sense when are you so involved in my social life? I have plenty of friends."
"I do not doubt that you do. I do doubt, however, that any of these friends live in near proximity to England."
"I do have my doubts as to if I need any other friends."
"You intend to live in hermitage?"
"If permissible."
"It's not."
"Oh, is it illegal in England?"
"Quite."
"I simply must become accustomed with the laws here."
"Indeed."
Melissa looked at Severus in disbelief. He's got to be kidding me. I can't believe we're having this conversation, she thought. After a moment of stunned silence, she decided to attempt to reason with him again.
"Oh, Uncle Severus, be reasonable."
"I believe, Melissa, that you should be reasonable."
"I just need to be alone for a while, all right? Can't I make friends later?"
Severus considered this for a moment. It was true that his niece had hardly had anytime to herself in order to think. Surely she did need time to sort through her emotions and come to a state of acceptance.
On the other hand, Melissa was a teenager, to whom, like most teenagers, friends were a major priority. The best friends the girl had had, and most likely the only ones she had ever gone to with her problems, were across a sea. Severus realized she most likely wouldn't come to him with everything, and therefore would need someone to whom she could turn to. Therefore, he had come to his decision and would not be swayed.
"Just talk to someone. I'm asking you to ask instructions, not give your life story, Melissa. I don't expect you to replace all your friends in one day." Severus replied as gently as he could. Melissa gave him a pleading look.
"But-"
"No buts."
For a moment they stared off, giving Severus the impression that Melissa was going to begin to argue her case once again, before she sighed and replied, "Fine." He nodded in approval and turned to leave.
"Oh, Uncle Severus, wait!" Melissa cried before he reached the door. Severus turned slowly back to his niece, looking at her expectantly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pile of letters and a newspaper.
"These came this morning. I forgot to give them to you before."
Severus took the pile from her, sifting through it with an unaffected air. He started at seeing the handwriting on one of the letters, and looked up at her sharply. Melissa backed up slightly at the dangerous glint in her uncle's eye.
"You didn't read them?" Severus barked.
"No! Of course I didn't!" Melissa replied hastily, her eyes widening. Her uncle's face relaxed and he nodded and returned his attention to the last letter. What was that about? Melissa wondered curiously. I wonder what he could have gotten that would make him so.edgy.
"This is addressed to you," Severus stated, breaking into her moment of pensiveness. He was holding a letter out to her. Melissa took the letter with "Missy" written in a narrow and neat script.
"Oh, right.Angie's letter. I had forgotten." Melissa stated absently, taking her letter.
"Angie?"
"Angela Mary da Vinci.my best friend."
"As in Leonardo da Vinci?"
"Yes, they're related."
"Interesting."
"Mmhmm."
"And.Missy?" She noticed the curiosity in his voice.
"Yes, my friends insist on calling me that."
"Your friends?" Severus asked with curiosity.
"Well, you don't expect to let others call me that, do you?" Melissa replied, scrunching up her nose. Severus chuckled softly, before turning to leave once more.
"I'll see you at school.Missy," Severus looked over his shoulder to see her reaction. She was smiling a bit, as he had expected. He figured it was a nickname her friends had picked up from her mother because that was what Cassidy had always called Melissa in her letters. "Thank you for delivering my letters to me."
Melissa smiled slightly, seeming to having an internal debate. Before he could react, the girl was hugging him. Shaking his head, he returned the gesture. When she looked up, her eyes were shining with tears.
"Thank you, Uncle Severus."
He raised an eyebrow, "For?"
"For letting me stay with you. Aunty was sure you'd turn me out.."
Severus felt a flash of anger, almost feeling parental. What kind of person would say such a thing to a girl who had just lost her parents? He made a mental note to write a nasty and threatening letter to this aunt of Melissa's.
"I'd never," he replied gruffly. "Remember that."
"Do you promise?" Melissa asked hesitantly.
Severus laughed softly, shaking his head before he realized that his niece was quite serious. "Do you promise?" Melissa repeated in an unsure voice.
"Of course I do," Severus replied, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I have to get to the Professor's Express now." Melissa looked up, smiling at him.
"All right. See you at school, Uncle Sev," She replied before he swept from the compartment. Melissa watched him walk back out the platform. He turned and waved to her before walking back to the muggle station. Melissa waved back happily.
Fifteen minutes later, the Hogwarts Express was rolling out of Platform 9 ¾. Melissa sat next to the window, glancing at the scenery for a moment before picking up Angie's letter once more. She hadn't heard from her friends sense she left, and was sharply reminded of how far they were.
Missy,
I'm not even going to ask how you are (don't get me wrong, I'm concerned and I do care but I know that you're doing pretty crappy). I can't believe you're gone. School started yesterday, and it's so strange without you. Jimmy and Drew are going into withdrawal. How am I going to handle them without you?
Melissa stopped, smiling at that. She and Angie had always claimed to keep their friend Jimmy and Angie's twin brother Drew out of trouble, although most of the time the situation was vice versa. The boys would try to contain their mischief, but would often end up getting the girls out of some scrape or another.
At least Michelle will help me with those two. It's not fun without you anymore, though. We just sit there, talking about.well, you actually. To be honest, Missy, I'm worried about you. You've been through a lot, and seen too much.make sure you find someone to talk to, all right?
Melissa felt her jaw drop open. Not you too, Angie! She cried mentally. How could they expect her to just replace them? Those things took time; she couldn't just go and make new best friends. Melissa felt her cheeks redden with an unexplainable anger; she had felt her friends would at least understand! Her angry thoughts were quieted with the next lines of the letter, however.
Now, Missy, I know what you're thinking, because I know you. You're probably getting angry, just the thought of your eyes flashing dangerously and the pink tint in your face is making me laugh. And miss you a bit less. I guess you're still with us somehow, and that's comforting.
I'm not asking you to replace us. In fact, if you do I am sure I can find a way of revenge and put it in an envelope. How does a nice Howler sound, hmm? I'm just saying find new friends (not better, and don't you dare forget about us) that you trust and who care. And take care of yourself, okay?
Well, the guys and I are going to sneak out and get something to eat now (like I said, this will be no fun without you) so I better get ready. I miss you so much, and I hope to see you soon. Hopefully we can figure something out, okay?
Hugs and kisses,
Angie
PS- Please think about what I said about finding new friends, okay? I know that you're strong enough to be alone, but I don't want that for you. I'm willing to share. In fact, I'll be sending out applications to the population of Hogwarts to apply to be your stand-in best friend.
PSS- I'm sending Davey's favorite scarf to you. He's bothering me, and I remembered that you always had to borrow his when we snuck out, so I figured I'd get back at him and help you.
Melissa found herself laughing at the last part. She made a mental note to assure Angie that applications would not be necessary. Although, with all her years of being Angie's best friend and the knowledge that came with those years, they were already made and sent. Melissa sighed again, turning to the widow once more.
The girl was completely aware that her friends and uncle were right. She did need to talk to people and open up a bit. The question was: who could she trust? Or who would she trust? Wasn't it too soon?
She pulled Davey's scarf out of the large envelope and smiled softly. It was true, she had always stolen his scarf, because she never liked hers much. Holding it up to her nose, she noticed it smelled like Davey's cologne. It smells like home she marveled.
Her thoughts were cut short as her compartment door was flung open. Three boys, who Melissa assumed were about her age, filed in, not seeming to have noticed her. Melissa watched the strangers with amusement. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize I'm here, she pondered.
"I know Father had some news that he wouldn't tell me," A boy with slivery blonde hair stated, looking at the two others. Melissa studied the three. The one who had spoken was much smaller than the other two, although compared to her he was rather tall. The other two were large and stocky, reminding her strongly of body guards.
One of the bodyguards noticed her at that moment. He stared at her in surprise for a moment. He poked the blonde boy as if uncertain of what to do. Melissa stifled her laughter at this, causing the blonde and the other bodyguard to notice her.
They both stared at her for a moment before the small one sneered at the two others. Melissa decided that he must be some sort of leader. The bodyguards crossed their arms simultaneously, glaring. Melissa blinked, thinking I have stumbled upon a cult of some sort. They even have a secret code.
"Weasley," The blonde growled, stepping forward and glaring at her. "This is our compartment."
Melissa looked behind her. There had been no one else in here before. Who was Weasley?
"Uhm.come again?" Melissa asked. The three stared at her in surprise. She stared back in confusion until she realized they had thought she was someone else. Her accent must have given her away. Shame, really. She could have had a bit of fun.
"Who's she, Draco?" One of the bodyguards asked the blonde uncertainly.
"I don't know, you idiot. Ask her." The boy shot back irritably.
They all turned to stare at her once more. Melissa suddenly felt herself growing mildly self-conscious. Did she mismatch her clothes that morning? Of course not, she assured herself while looking at her white blouse, white goes with everything.
"Never seen a girl before, boys?" Melissa asked lightly.
"Who are you?" The one called Draco demanded.
Just then the compartment door slid open again, sparing Melissa from answering. A boy with short brown hair entered, taking in the situation. Then he walked forward and sat down across from Melissa.
"Making friends, Draco?" He asked sarcastically. Melissa started slightly when he spoke-she wasn't sure what it was, but he seemed so familiar. Suddenly the boy turned his attention to her. Melissa looked away quickly, realizing she was staring.
The blonde one settled himself next to the boy with dark hair, and smirked slightly.
"Oh yes, weren't we?" He asked, looking towards Melissa.
"Something like that.." Melissa replied, raising an eyebrow. If that's what he calls friends, I don't want to know what being enemies is to him..she thought dryly. The boy with the light hair leaned forward, offering his had.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he stated with pride. Melissa took his hand politely and turned inquiring eyes to the others. So much for a quiet ride to the school to sort things out.my compartment has been invaded, she sardonically reasoned.
The two who had come in with Draco simply introduced themselves as "Crabbe" and "Goyle", and said nothing more. Melissa decided they must be men of little words. Lastly she turned to the one who had just come in.
"I'm Drew Halothane," he informed her in a bored tone.
Melissa nodded and smiled, "pleased to meet you all," and added "I hope" under her breath. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle didn't hear, but Drew did and raised an eyebrow. She bit her lip, hoping she hadn't offended him when she noticed him chuckle softly.
He leaned forward and whispered, "You may not be someday" before moving away to see the surprise in her eyes. She knew he was right, and had been thinking the same thing. It was shocking that he felt comfortable enough to tell her this. Once again, Melissa couldn't shake the eerie feeling that she had met him before.
"You haven't told us your name," Drew said louder, gaining the attention of Draco and the other two. They were looking at her expectantly.
"Name's Melissa Lewis," she replied. She noticed Drew looking at the discarded envelope to her right.
"Is it Missy, then?" He asked. Melissa felt a shot go through her heart. She hadn't expected the nickname coming from a stranger to hurt, but it had. She felt an unexplainable rage growing, but squashed that immediately. He can't possibly know. You're being ridiculous.
"No, just Melissa," She replied, sounding more clipped and cold than she had intended. As if to make amends, she added, "that was just a nickname that mom used to call me."
"Used to?" Draco asked, curiosity showing on his pale face.
"Yes. She's dead," She replied shortly. She chose that moment to look out the window. There's going to be an awkward pause now she thought unless I think of something to say quickly.. Before she could speak, however, Drew said, "I know" quietly.
She snapped her attention to him suddenly.
"What?" Melissa asked sharply. She inched forward in the seat, attempting to get a good look at him. Why does he seem so familiar? And how did he know that my mother isn't alive anymore?
"I.read it in the paper," Drew replied quickly. He looked at Melissa thinking Drew, you idiot, you just gave yourself away..
"In the English paper?" Melissa asked with doubt apparent in her voice.
"No.I have a friend in America," He replied, this time slowly, as if contemplating his answer, "he sent me the article."
"Oh," Melissa muttered, turning away. She wished they'd just leave-she hadn't felt so much like crying sense.well, sense the night her parents were killed. In fact, she hadn't cried sense then at all.
Suddenly it felt as if she were suffocating inside the compartment. As she felt the tears she had held back for too long well up behind her eyes, Melissa stood quickly and made her way out of the small room. None of the boys made a move to stop her, which she was grateful for.