"Sarah Clarinda, a wonderful woman, I might add. Get back to work!" Snape snapped at the two first years. "Where is she, then?" Hermione asked. "Dead," Snape said, with a sad expression. "How come I was put up for adoption?" The two first years watched Snape and Hermione out of the corners of their eyes, still having no clue as to what was going on. "Your mother left you with me, she was mad; we had just had a fight. She had a car and took off, dying in an accident. I could not take care of you, look at me now! Do I look like father material?" Snape asked. "Not exactly..." Hermione trailed off. "Now, this summer, you have an option. Come with me or go back to those muggles," Snape told her. She knew though, that she would end up with Snape either way, Voldemort despised muggles, and would not allow one of his followers to live with them. She did not want her "parents" to be assassinated because of her. "I will go with you," she said quietly. "You may want to get your things, soon, then," Snape said, and she walked out the room. She had mixed emotions. She was happy, she wanted to cry because she was mad, and she felt dizzy. She slowly walked upstairs, but went to the Gryffindor common room.

She walked into the common room and spotted Harry. She walked over to him and plopped down onto the seat next to him. She sighed. "What's up?" Harry asked. "Hm... Let us see, I was adopted, never told. I'll have to kill you, my mum is dead, and I have the worst father imaginable," she said very quickly. Harry stared at her dumbfounded. "What?" he asked, looking extremely confused. "I'm a pureblood, Harry. I was adopted. Do you know how pleased the Death Eaters are? They are going to want me to kill you!" she exclaimed, but remained quiet. "Who are your parents then?" "You don't want to know. Everyone will know, though," she paused and took a deep breathe. "Severus Snape."