~Ok, here you go. In this and hopefully the next few chapters we'll learn about her mother. Hope whoever's reading this likes.~

The halls of Hogwarts were once again crowded with the end of the holidays. Classes were back in session and the teachers were harder than before, especially on the 5th years. Remus had decided to stay for little while longer and seemed to lighten Sirius's mood. Misti had managed to return to normal as well, much to many teacher's liking. Even Snape had to admit that it was much better when she seemed to be alive. It was this particular teacher that Misti seemed to notice one day. With that, she did the unthinkable, she tried to talk to Snape.

The bell rang, to every student's relief, signaling that potions was now over. The trio was packing up and ready to leave, but Ron noticed Misti was just sitting there staring towards the front of the room.

"Come on Misti, I'm starving." She seemed to be thinking rather deeply.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up in a minute." They all cast worried glances towards one another.

"Misti, what are you going to do." She only separated from the group when she felt not enough mischief had been caused, much like Fred and George to his luck, and he new one thing, Snape did not handle mischief well. She smiled.

"I'm going to go talk to Snape for a minute." To her surprise, they all looked at her like she was completely insane.

"Have you gone bonkers?" She looked at him with a confused look on her face, " Your in Gryffindor, even attempting to look at him to long could be dangerous." She frowned.

"Your being ridiculous. You guys go on, I'll be there in a minute." After hesitating, and earning a stern glare from her, they left. She began walking up to the front of the room, where a busy potions master became aware of the fact that he still had a student in his classroom, a Gryffindor, no less.

"May I help you?" He asked rather coldly. To his surprise, she smiled.

"Hi." She said rather randomly, as though he was just another normal person she talked to everyday. Unsure of what to make of her comment, he replied."

"Hello... Did you need something?" He stated, though this time not as coldly.

"No." She stated as though it was completely normal. The was a silent pause.

"Do you always stay locked up in the dungeons?" He had not expected this sort of question. Finally deciding she was serious, he answered.

"You know very well I do not." He began to clean up around the room.

"You don't seem like much of a people person." She stated.

" I find it pointless and time-consuming." She smiled.

"I used to think the same thing. But that's not really the reason is it." He looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"You knew my mother didn't you." He was speechless. Something he had tried so hard to forget, and now here it was, staring him in the face. For the first time in 14 years the ice wall he'd managed to build around his emotions came shattering down. Standing there in shock, he stared at her. *She looks so much like her mother* he thought. He sighed and gave in.

"Yes... I did." The smile she had worn only moments ago was now gone, replaced with a look of curiosity and was it regret he saw?

"What made you think that..." She cut him off.

"Instinct." He looked at her suspiciously.

"Ok I heard your conversation with my dad the first day, and figured out the rest." Silence... it was almost unbearable.

"You didn't just know her did you?" He was surprised. This girl knew a lot for such little information. Was he that readable?

" I know that you're... well, rather anti-social, but can I ask you something." He was surprised at how easily she seemed to reach him. She was unafraid, accepting. Just like that similar face that saw past his exterior in previous years.

"Yes." He was shocked at his own answer.

"What was she like." Any other student would have been down right shocked, and would have possibly keeled over at the current sight, but Misti was unmoved. Severus Snape was almost smiling.

"She was everything," He seemed to be lost in thought now, unaware of that fact that he had now let his guard down, and she knew it, " She was fun, brilliant, risky, mysterious, adventurous, she was practically perfect." He really was smiling now. He looked up and realized what he had just said.

"She... she was a good person. Come in." Students began entering the classroom, signaling that the conversation was now over, much to her dismay.

"Thank you." She whispered before leaving the classroom.

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This was the first step she had taken. She had had a lot of time to think over the last few days. She wanted to know more about her mother. After the life-changing discussion only days before, something had come to her, they mentioned her mother. She couldn't help but feel that was where the answers lied...

The common room was finally empty. She hadn't had a midnight stroll in days. This time would be different though. She needed to be alone. Not even bothering to be careful about Filch, she walking out of the common room without a care in the world. Tonight was her night. Letting her feet lead, she found herself in the Astronomy tower. She walked over to the large window, where she could feel a comforting breeze. A sense of freedom overcame her. She leaned out the window and stared at the ground below her.

"Do be careful, you would not be the first student to fall out of that window." The voice startled her. To her luck, that voice just so happened to belong to Albus Dumbledore.

" Hello professor." She said rather calmly, dismissing the fact that it was after hours and the one person she was so luckily caught by was the headmaster himself.

" I've always found that midnight was the best time to think." She smiled, this old man could read people like books.

"Well, I suppose I've had a lot to think about."

"Indeed you have, though if I am correct, there's something else on your mind as well." He was right, and she knew that this was the next step she needed to take. She looked hesitant.

"Sir... could you... could you tell me about my mother. I mean really tell me about her. I'm tired of trying to piece the little bits and pieces I hear of her together." The twinkle in hi eyes only grew brighter.

"I was wondering when you would inquire about that."

"Well, I did talk to Professor nape about it this morning." Curiosity flashed through his eyes.

"Did you." He smiled.

" They went back a ways, just as her and your father did." She was truly interested now.

"Sit, this may take a while." She obeyed, ready for answers.

" Well let us start with the basics. You've had a few shocks these past few weeks, why not add another. Melanie, your mother, was my granddaughter." She seemed to be considering the thought. Then a look of shock appeared on her face.

"Whoa, that would make you..." He smiled.

"Yes, you great-grandfather. It gets better. Her mother died at a young age, and her father... well, that's a story for another day. Naturally, I raised her. She was a lot like you, very unique and vibrant. So happy. Then Hogwarts came. I was rather hesitant to let her go. She made friends with a particular group, one you may know, or at least Harry does. They called themselves the Marauders. You father just so happened to be apart of that group. But being your mother, and standing out as she did so very well, those weren't the only friends she made. Despite her Gryffindor title, she made many friends outside her own house. And much to many Gryffindors' dislike, that included the Slytherin house." She frowned slightly.

"I don't see what's so bad about them." Dumbledore smiled. *Like mother, like daughter* he thought.

"Well, not much happened the first few years. We told her of her family history, and she handled it very well. She had a very open mind. Fifth year came though. Her and your father began to date." His smile faded.

" I wish I could change things. I tried to keep their relationship minimal, but it only became stronger. We had many conversations, much like the ones you and your father had. It finally got to the point to where the only option I saw was to separate them. I thought I had solved the problem. With help from their friends though, and their determination, they fought past my wishes and strengthened their relationship. Somewhere in the middle of all that, your mother became good friends with Severus Snape. I don't know the details, but somewhere in 6th year your mother and father quit seeing each other for a time. She found companionship with Severus Snape. In the end, she chose your father of course, but I don't believe their love ever truly died. And I couldn't stop any of it."

" Sir, why did you try so hard to keep her from that? Why does he try so hard?" He managed a sad and regretful smile.

"You see, She had a responsibility, similar to yours. Love is a powerful thing. Her and Sirius had one of the deepest loves I have ever seen. Something like that can cloud your judgment. We were unsure if she was the one the prophecy spoke of, and that gave me many reasons to try and destroy that. Being blinded by love can cause you to forget about your responsibilities. When in love, people risk everything, and they did." He sighed.

"After graduation your parents married. I had given up by then, thinking it was for the best, and I see now it was in her case. Their love was what set the prophecy in motion. Eventually they had you. Now, you know Severus was once a death eater." She nodded.

" One night, when you were about a year old, Voldemort came for your mother, believing she was the prophecy being. Having no wish to kill her, she gave him a good chase. She tried to protect you. They managed to corner her somewhere in the woods behind the house. Sirius and I had gotten there to late." He was on the verge of tears now.

"Severus was there as well, believing she wouldn't be harmed. As Voldemort advanced on her, Sirius and I showed up. One of the death eaters fired upon us. To this day Sirius blames himself for her death. He managed to come up behind her, hoping to pull her out on time. The death eater... he missed. Curse his aim. Melanie, got hit instead. If we hadn't managed to pull him off, he would have stayed by her side forever. Severus didn't leave with the others. To my surprise he stayed, mourning as well. After that, he came to me and offered to help our side. They both never forgave themselves for that night. Then there was you. Only a few months after that, Voldemort attacked the Potters. Naturally, Sirius went after Peter, and got thrown into Azkaban. We were positive you were the one. Knowing I couldn't take care of you and keep you a secret we hid you. Using advanced charms we managed to hide you until now. With your father out of Azkaban, we had to discuss this. Your 15, and nearing that stage where your powers begin to excel. We thought that now was the best time." He sighed again, and managed a half-hearted smile. She sat there in awe. It had finally come out. For once, she almost felt as if she knew her mother. She smiled.

"Thank you." She lowered her head.

As she got up to leave, she noticed his eyes were slightly glistening with tears. She finally understood how much effect her mother had had on people, especially the select few in her life. He managed to bring back that twinkle and stood as well.

"Well, you really should be heading to bed now, a long day awaits tomorrow. Good night." With that he left, leaving her a few peaceful moments to stare out onto the grounds and wonder, imagine about the previous story.