Disclaimer: I do not own the basic idea of Harry Potter. What I do own is the plot of this fic, and the characters: Essie, Loki, Rhys, Rhea, Flame, Remus Potter, Lancelot Weasley, Clislee Weasley, Mordred Salvoy, and Guinevere Black.

~Fic Starts Here~

Fire Ebony Lei looked up from the book she was reading. A large, brown, screech owl was sitting on her desk with a thick letter in its beak. "MOM!! Some post arrived!" she yelled.

"From who?" Essie yelled back. She was in her studio, painting.

Flame (an: that=Fire's nickname) turned the letter over and peered at the red seal. "I think it's my Hogwarts letter!!!" she squealed, excitedly

"Oh my god!!! Don't open it 'till I get there!" Essie grabbed a towel and ran towards Flame's room. She arrived panting, at the doorway, in a record time. "Well? Open it!" She started to wipe the paint from her fingers as Flame started to read.

"Dear Miss Lei,

We are please to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! YES!!!!!" Flame yelled, shaking bits of dust and plaster from the ceiling as she started to dance wildly around her room.

Essie stood there with an amused but proud expression on her face. 11 years hadn't aged her at all. If anything, she had grown up. A very slim 27 year old, she had kept her short feathery hair and her red streaks. She had maintained her wonderful figure and her perfect posture. And she still had a lightning bold scar on the center of her neck, though Flame was the one who wore the charm these days.

As she watched her daughter dance around the room, she was struck by how much of Severus was in her. Flame's eyes were the exact shade of black, thought they had Essie's Asian slant. Her hair was almost exactly like Essie's, except much, much longer. Flame often complained about how big her nose was, but boys often gushed about how perfect it was. It was a smaller, prettier, more delicate version of her father's.

Her father.

Essie's thoughts flickered rapidly. Snape. Hogwarts. Snape still taught Potions there. Flame would be Snape's pupil. Flame would finally meet her father.

At least Flame didn't know what Essie was hiding. Thank Kwan-Yin. Otherwise, she would be MAD. And Flame was telepyric (an: that means she can start fires with her mind). A mad telepyric was NOT good.

"So, do you want to go over to Aunt Loks' house to see if Rhys (an: pronounced like "wrist" without the 't') and Rhea (an: pronounced 'ray') got their letters?"

Flame's eyes brightened immediately. "YEAH!"

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Flame, still clutching her letter tightly, ran down the stairs, to the fireplace, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. She was about to toss it in when-

"Fire Ebony Lei! Don't you DARE go another grate before I come with you! I WILL NOT have my daughter wandering around the Floo Network without me!"

Flame rolled her eyes. This coming from a woman who Aunt 'Mione had to Detox. IT wasn't like she was going to go anywhere...far. "Honestly, mum, for a woman who did so much stuff when you were my age, you are WAY too overprotective."

Essie looked at Flame, squarely in the eye. "For your information, Miss Smartass, the most wild thing I ever did at age 11 was going to the movies unchaperoned."

Flame snorted. "What were the movies rated and why might you have been chaperoned in the first place?"

Essie stared at her daughter, trying to think of what to say. Finally, she held up one finger and calmly replied, "That discussion will have to wait until you're older. For now, let's just say you're not to go Floo-ing along and that is that."

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With a great whoosh of green fire, the two Leis were deposited into the middle of the Malfoy's living room.

"Essie! It's great to see you!"

"Hey Loki!"

"Hey Aunt Loks!"

"Is that Flame? I swear to Aphrodite, you're going to be firing your own arrows of love before long, sweetie. You've grown at least an inch since I've last seen you."

Flamed rolled her eyes. "You ALWAYS say that. And besides, the last time you saw me was last week"

"And you've grown since then. Either that, or your non-existent skirt is making your legs look longer. Taking after your mother's fashion sense, eh?"

"Hey!" protested Essie, "My skirts are long now!"

Loki eyed her with one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

"Well...they almost reach the middle of my thigh."

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"Rhys! Rhea! FLAME'S HERE!"

"COMING MOM!" they both yelled in unison, as they both ran down the stairs. As Loki looked at her twins, she thought yet again how much they resembled her and Draco. Rhea had white-blond hair, with tips that were died black. Her face was exactly like Loki's, including her purple eyes. Well, except for her tongue piercing and her numerous ear piercings. Loki sighed. Rhea had gone and gotten another one in her left ear. That totaled it to fourteen-7 and 7. she was, as usual dressed completely in black and was wearing some VERY dark makeup. She also had on a black, Italian leather choker with real silver spikes coming out of it. Loki rolled her eyes at the choker. Draco had given it to Rhea for Christmas. Not only did it scream taboo against her motherly instincts but it ESPENSIVILEY screamed taboo against her motherly instincts. Italian leather and sterling silver.

Rhys was a totally different story. Except for his auburn hair, he was a living, breathing, mini-Draco. He even had his father's sense of fashion-EXPENSIVE. Though he was certainly no prissy pansy (he had even inherited the Malfoy chest) he liked his things posh.

"Hey Flame-girl. Set any fires lately?" he asked. He paused for a second, looking into her eyes, piercing into her mind. "Well. I wont say THAT thought aloud. You really do have a bad habit for cussing."

"Well, if you didn't tease me about being telepyric, I would cuss you out when you're all telepathic." Flame answered.

"Oh GOD. Will you two stop practicing how to flirt and just talk like normal people?" groaned Rhea, popping a bubblegum bubble, "Let's go upstairs and stuff."

They both nodded and ran upstairs to Rhys and Rhea's bedroom.

As they disappeared up the stairs, Essie turned to Loki. "OK Loks. Time to talk."

Loki groaned. "Why don't you just get a psychologist?"

"Because they cost money."

"Oh. Right."

"Anyways," began Essie, "I haven't told Flame about Snape yet."

"WHAT?"

"And that's not all."

"Oh god."

"I've also been invited to Hogwarts to teach a class on Dance Enchantment."

"WHAT?"

"You know all those years I spent around the Middle East, trying to find our if Saddam Hussein and Voldemort were related?" (an: heehee. Sorry. Couldn't resist).

"Er, yeah"

"Well, I picked up D.E. as, you know, an interrogation device."

"Oh Ptolemy. You know you picked it up to get snogged by hot guys."

Essie blushed. "Well, that too. But...now they want me to TEACH it? All the girls are going to be these weird sluts..."

"-Or curious Hermiones."

"And I have to talk to Snape, don't I? Or at least owl him about Flame-"

"YES YOU DO."