Authors note: I'm jumping a few years. Don't hold it against me, but if I don't the story will be 500+ chapters long. In the box were the following items:

pink satin pointe shoes from the Nutcracker, Sev's and Mione's first date ...say it with me now *awwwww*

Patcholli and lavender oil (yummy scent)

various love letters to and from Snape

her engagement ring

NOT MY CHARACTERS! They are JK Rowling's characters. I have stolen them from her and made them do naughty things. :-)

Chapter 10



Adora sat in her rooms reading 'Quidditch through the ages' and drinking pumpkin juice when her father burst in through the doors. He shouldn't have been there, he should have been teaching, but this was of upmost importance. As he walked in, a figure dashed under her bed, out of his sight.

"What is this!" Severus bellowed, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

"I don't know. What is it dad?"

"A letter. From Durmstrang. Why would Durmstrang be interested in you?"

"Thanks dad. That last comment is great on my self esteem. I don't know why they'd want me. You did say Aunt Atra went there, and now she teaches Apparations there." Adora said, standing in front of her bed.

"She went there as an alternative. No one in the Snape family has ever gone to Durmstrang on their own, and it's not about to start now."

"Then talk to Dumbledore. I'm sure there's been some mix up. I want to stay." Adora blurted out. Severus gave her a long hard look before he grumbled and turned on his heels, rushing off to his class.

Adora squatted down and grabbed the person under her bed.

"You need to dust under there. It's positively filthy." He said, dusting himself off.

"Oh shut up. You need to get to class."

"So, you got into Durmstrang and Snapie isn't happy about it?"

"Stop making fun of my father." Adora scolded.

"My Grandfather wanted my Father to goto Durmstrang. And my Father wanted the same for me, but I never got a letter."

"That's because you're a crappy wizard Aidan." Adora shrugged and smiled.

"Take that back." He demanded.

"I won't. You don't know the difference between a quaffle and a snitch and you call yourself a wizard. Come tryouts for the house teams, your father will be very ashamed."

"Oh it's no use. You're only 11 anyway. I'm 3rd year. I can whoop you at anything I want. At least I have a wand."

Adora snorted and crossed her arms.

"Get out!"

"No." Aidan curled his upper lip. Adora stomped her foot and gave Aidan a hearty push, that opened her doors.

"Ahhh!" Aidan shrieked as he landed on his arm. He broke it. Snape was standing there talking to Dumbledore when he looked at his daughter, and then at the floor to Aidan Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?"

"She broke me! She broke me! I'm ruined for Quidditch!"

"Oh, you were ruined before Quidditch. I just did the team a favor." She scolded and helped him onto his feet.

"Oh dear. His arm is broken. Come with me master Malfoy, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey. Severus, you and I will continue our discussion later." Dumbledore gave a slight head bow to Severus and gave Adora a long studious look. When he was gone Severus turned towards Adora.

"What was he doing in your room?"

"We were studying Quidditch."

"I thought I told you to stay away from him." Severus began raising his voice.

"He's my best friend Dad."

"I don't care if he's the bloody pope on a pogo-stick! He is never to come near you again!"

"Why?! Why is that?"

"Because I don't want to see you get hurt by anything or anyone."

"I don't understand. I'm not allowed to have friends, or my own broom, or play Quidditch because it might hurt me. I can't go away to school because I could get hurt. I have put up with you not wanting me for years, and you don't think that hurts? I tell you every night 'I love you dad' in hopes of some recognition and I get nothing. You never speak of my mother and I'm alone in this world, and you're content to leave me this way."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is. Why don't you lock me in a tower and leave me?" Severus leaned in towards her and sneered.

"Because the smell would carry." he said low and cruelly and turned to leave.







Draco Malfoy walked briskly into the hospital wing and upon seeing his son, stopped short and snorted at him.

"What are you doing?" He demanded from him.

"I... I fell."

"No you didn't. I talked to Snape. I thought I said to stay away from that little mudblood."

"She's not a mudblood. She's a genius. And so was her mother, and you know that. She's my best friend and no matter what you say that won't change." Aidan fought. Draco gave his son a sly smile and turned to look toward the windows. The warm sun was pouring in and it landed in glowing panels on the floor.

"Her father informed me that she received a letter from Durmstrang today. You realize they start on the 15th. That should give you about 13 days to say goodbye, because with the show you two put on for Snape, I doubt he'll have any regret sending his daughter away. You need to stop playing sensitive boy and get up and get to class. I'm tired of looking at you." Malfoy turned and walked out. He didn't notice the pale, lanky girl lurking in the shadows as he left.

"Aidan." she whispered loudly.

"What?!" he turned around startled to see her big brown eyes so close to him.

"Do you really think my dad will send me away?" She squeeked, helping him down.

"He may. I don't know. Can you carry my books for me?" She picked up his books and walked with him down to his Transfiguration class.

"I don't want to go away." she said, with a measure of decision in her voice.

"Well what are you going to do? Run away?" he taunted.

"I just might." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Grow up. You'll be brought back before you even reach Hogsmede."

"If he does send me away Aidan, can I write to you?"

"Of course you can. Just keep it short. I have more important things to worry about than the trifles of 11 year old girls." He sighed and held his hand out for his stuff.

"Have fun in class today." She smiled and gave him a hug. As Adora skipped down the hall, Aidan watched her and rolled his eyes.

Adora slowed down as she reached the Great Hall. Dumbledore was walking around inside and she gretted him with a big smile and wave.

"Ah! Hello Adora!"

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore, how are you today?"

"I am splendid. Your father has shown me your letter to Durmstrang. Has he talked to you about it?"

"No, but he has yelled at me. As if it's my fault. Why didn't I get a Hogwarts letter in August?"

"Maybe you weren't meant to come here. Durmstrang has a reputation for it's Dark Arts program which is why your father isn't to happy about it. You can wait a year, and start next year at age 12, but you'll be a year behind academically and with the way you read, years ahead intellectually. You're just like your mother."

"Am I?"

"Oh yes. Hermione was a very smart girl. She was going to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts position here before she.... But that was another time."

"Hermione?" Adora asked, looking up at him.

"Yes." Dumbledore said evenly. Confirming himself for the child.

"I never knew her name."

"Well now you know it. Lunch is soon, why don't you go down to the dungeons, and talk to your father about your school situation."

"OK. Thank you Professor Dumbledore." She smiled and gave him hug and left the hall. Dumbledore laughed into his beard and continued to walk around the castle.