A/N: Hello again! I am sad, but not as sad as I was last time. I got 3 review this time, but only 2 were for my 2nd chapter. *sad face* It's hard to work off of, you know? Anyway, Snape is going to be OOC in this fic, but only towards his daughter. He will be the same old rude and greasy guy that we all know and love. ^_^ Well, I'll stop boring you and let the fic continue!

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Aria followed Dumbledore out of the crowded Great Hall, and down a stone corridor. Their footsteps were echoing softly as they progressed through the school and it told Aria just how big this school was.

"Um, professor?" Aria inquired softly. "Why do you need to speak to me?" He did not answer at first, but after a few moments of silence he responded.

"I need to speak to you because you are a very important person. I cannot let you wander the school without you knowing what you are really up against. You will know everything soon, but not here. Too many people could be listening."

After that Aria remained silent. She really was curious as to why Voldemort wanted her, but she was never told why. Her father just kept telling her that he didn't know, or that he didn't know enough to tell her anything. This had really begun to annoy her. Aria hated being left in the dark about important things such as this, especially when they had to do with her.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped, and Aria almost ran into him. "Sugar quill." she heard Dumbledore say clearly, and the stone gargoyle they had been standing in front of jumped aside. Taken aback, Aria took several steps backward, but with Dumbledore's kind encouragements, she followed him onto a slowly spiraling staircase.

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As Harry followed the crowd of full and tired Gryffindors, he let his mind wander to Aria. For some very odd reason, he had felt himself feeling very excited when she had been sorted into Gryffindor. Sure she was beautiful, but why was he this excited? He just couldn't seem to shake her from his mind.

However, there was one thing that had him slightly shaken when she was sorted. Her last name. Snape. How could she be related to that slimy haired git? Snape was the one who had made his life hell for seven long years, and now he had a daughter who had to be close to a goddess in beauty? This didn't make sense. They didn't even look alike, how could they be related? She had seemed kind enough when he had met Aria on the train, and hadn't made a big deal out of his scar. The fact that he was Harry Potter didn't even seem to faze her. Which he was eternally thankful for. One less Harry Potter crazed person as far as he was concerned.

When he had finally made it out of the Great Hall, Harry saw Aria following Dumbledore. 'What could Dumbledore have to talk to her about this early in the school year?' Harry inwardly wondered. 'Probably just stuff about Hogwarts in general, and to watch out for Peeves.' Figuring that he would see her either in the common room later, or in classes the next day, he let himself get swept up in the throng, and followed a bickering Ron and Hermoine towards the portrait of the fat lady.

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Dumbledore's office was a large circular room, that was positively buzzing with magic. Strange little object were whistling and whirring softly, while the pictures that lined the walls of the office snored contentedly. Several wooden cabinets were full to bursting, and a beautiful red plumed phoenix stood on it's perch next to a grand oak desk.

"Please, sit down." Dumbledore said kindly, as he made his way to a tall backed chair behind his desk. "There is much that we must discuss." Aria nodded mutely, and sat down in a squashy armchair in front of Dumbledore.

"Now Aria," Dumbledore began. "First of all I would like to apologize for taking you from your other school in your final year, but your safety is at risk, and so is the lives of many others. You have been brought here because your father has been discovered as a spy. It is lucky enough that he made it out with his own life, but since you are his daughter, that puts you in the direct line of fire. Hogwarts is the safest place for you right now. Voldemort will not dare to attack Hogwarts. Now, there is also more I must tell you. But it is of the greatest importance, you cannot tell anyone. Do you understand?"

Aria could see his eye's were twinkling kindly, and could tell that he was not lying to her. It was just a gut feeling.

Dumbledore suddenly looked surprised. "How did you do that child?" He asked her with awe and delight.

"How did I do what, sir?" Aria asked the old man, confused. She hadn't done anything. She had only been about to tell Dumbledore that she understood, when he made this strange proclamation.

"Don't you know of your power child?" Dumbledore asked in slight confusion. "Didn't your father ever tell you?"

Now Aria was thoroughly confused, and slightly angered. "What hasn't dad told me?"

Dumbledore looked slightly pityingly at her. "Aria, your mother was a very powerful

witch. Her power was so great, that Voldemort himself became frightened of it. He of course could defeat her if she was alone, but when she was coupled with her Other, the power they wielded was phenomenal. This is why she was murdered all those years ago. I believe that you were four years of age, when the Death Eaters came after her?"

Aria looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. "My mother died in St. Mungos, she wasn't murdered."

"That is what your father told you, Aria. You were only a child, how could he tell you that your mother was murdered on the orders of the most evil wizard ever known? You wouldn't have understood. Telling you that she died in St. Mungos was the only thing he could do. But I assure you, your mother did not die in St. Mungos."

Aria could hardly think for the confusion. Her mother…powerful…Other…murdered…? "Wh…wh…what? What do you mean? How could she be that powerful? What do you mean by, Other? Who…" However, she was abruptly cut off by Dumbledore raising his hand.

"One question at a time, child. There is only so much an old man like myself can handle at once." He said, his eyes twinkling gently. Grinning sheepishly, Aria bit back her other questions, and said, "Well sir, I would like to know how she was so powerful. If she possessed so much power that it made Voldemort nervous, then she couldn't have been a normal witch. Right?"

A small smile crept across Dumbledore's face at her last words. "You are very perceptive Aria, for that I commend you. But, You are correct. Your mother was not a normal witch. She was one of the very few wh had an Other. The people who have Others are called Twin's of Power, even though they normally have no relation. These Twins of Power have special powers, and share a few of them. Powers such as, telepathy, linguist, empathy, and also possess many animagus forms. You have already begun to develop your powers, such as empathy."

This last statement caught Aria's attention. "What?" She said, incredulously. "I'm not an empath. There's no way…" Aria would have said more, but Dumbledore cut her off.

"Aria, your mother was a Twin of Power. You are her only child, therefore the heir to her powers. If you had siblings, those phenomenal powers might have been bestowed upon another child. However, you have no siblings, this makes you the one and only heir to her power. And, you are already beginning to develop the power of empathy. Earlier, you were searching my emotions to see if I was lying. You didn't realize it, but you were indeed using your empath powers."

Aria was aghast. How could she, Aria Snape, be a Twin of Power? She wasn't anything special, just another girl trying to fit in at school. How could she wield such unparalleled power? "Um, sir?" Aria asked when she regained use of her voice. "Who was my mother's Other? You keep mentioning them, and if I am a Twin of Power, I should have an Other too, right?"

At her words, Dumbledore laughed softly. "Right again my dear. Honestly, you are too perceptive for your own good. Anyway, yes, you do have an Other. I know that his powers have begun to develop, and that you two will have to begin training soon. But to answer your other question, your mother's Other was James Potter. The power that they wielded was truly magnificent, and was almost unrivaled. This frightened Voldemort, so he murdered both your mother, and James Potter."

Aria's brain felt as though it was on fast forward. "Wait, James Potter was my mother's Other. Then that would make…" She couldn't finish her sentence. This was just too much information for one night. Dumbledore, seeing her plight, filled in the last of her sentence.

"Yes Aria. Harry Potter is your Other. The only power that I know he has developed, is the power of Languages. However, the boy has never been very open with people, so he might have more that I don't know about. Now, you and Mr. Potter will begin training as soon as possible. I will be sure to inform you when I have a date. However, you must be exhausted, so why don't you just get off to bed. You have a long day of lesson's ahead of you tomorrow. Oh, and I must ask you, please do not speak of this to anyone. I will inform Mr. Potter on my own, but he is still unawares."

Aria nodded mutely, and headed towards the spiraling staircase. 'This is insane.' She thought inwardly. 'I wanted to come to school and make friends and fit in, now I find that I'm the heir to this fantastic power. Dear Gods, I need a headache potion. Once outside of the stone gargoyle, Aria headed back to the Great Hall, where she was told Professor McGonagal would be waiting for her.

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A/N: Hello again! I hope that you enjoyed, and am praying that you will review. *glares* You will review. Anyway, I'll stop wasting your life, and let you move onto reviewing. But please. I am begging you, PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Until later, buh bye!