I Do Not Own Harry Potter. (Let me know if I'm getting redundant with this. :o))

Harry and Eva walked hand in hand to Hogsmeade. Eva had asked Harry if Ron and Hermione were going to come and if they should wait for them, but he said that they were going to come a bit later on. The conversation on their way to the town consisted mostly of the weather and favorite tunes. To Eva's delight, she discovered Harry liked Muggle music as much as she did.

When they reached the town Harry pulled her a bit closer to him to avoid being separated by the other students who were filling the narrow streets. "Where would you like to go first?" he asked.

"I don't know. I've never been here before. Do they have a sweet shop?"

"Yes, it's called Honeydukes and they have every sweet and candy known to wizard kind." Harry led her to the shop and began to show her all the different things.

Eva was amazed at the variety of sweets. She had only been allowed sweets once in a while, or at least her grandparents had only allowed her sweets once in a while. She and her mother had legendary sweet-tooths. Saveage would often sneak Eva a gift of sweets in presents of clothes and had once bought her a book that was hollow where she hid enough lemon drops to last a lifetime.

"I want to get my mother a bit of everything in here. She'll die of happiness when she gets it!" exclaimed Eva.

"If she doesn't die of sugar-shock first!" said Harry. He grabbed a basket and helped Eva select one, and sometime more than one, of everything in the shop. Some of the students who saw them openly gaped at the basket that was quickly filling up. One Slytherin girl made a rather loud comment about how some rich kids just loved flaunting their money. The remark had stung Eva and she paused in reaching for a candy quill.

"Don't listen to them, Eva. You are not flaunting anything," Harry paused. "Well, that's not entirely true."

Eva turned pained eyes to him.

"You may not be flaunting your money, but you sure are flaunting something else." Harry moved a bit to the side and looked Eva up and down, a slow smile creeping up on his face. His distraction had its desired affect.

Eva placed her hands on her hips and faced him with an amused look on her face. "Mr. Potter, I do believe you are being fresh."

"I believe so, too," he replied. They both laughed and continued gathering the sweets.

Harry was glad when they were finished; the basket was quite heavy and he wondered if he would have to carry it all day. Eva paid for the lot and asked how much more it would be to have it wrapped and delivered to Hogwarts. She paid the requested amount without a question, which was more than Harry had ever paid for sweets in his entire life and they were again on the streets of Hogsmeade.

"What other shops are here?" asked Eva.

"Well there's Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, if you want some stationery. Zonko's Joke Shop for some laughs-"

"Oh, let's go there!"

Harry took her hand and led her down the street towards a small, but lively shop. It was packed inside with students stocking up on things they would use in class or on their fellow classmates. Harry showed Eva some of the items he had used before and explained to her what they did.

"How do you know what all these things do?" she finally asked, after he had explained yet another curiosity.

"Uh, Ron's older twin brothers were the main entertainment last year and they told me a lot of stuff about the stuff in here." Harry didn't seem to be able to look her in the eye.

"So you never actually used any of these yourself?" Eva asked wryly. She promised herself to pry out the whole story later. "Is there any place where we could get something to drink? I'm parched."

"Sure, there's the Three Broomsticks. Ron and Hermione might even be in there."

Harry led them out of the joke shop and down the street to the Three Broomsticks. He scanned the crowd inside quickly and found Ron and Hermione sitting with Neville at a corner booth. He guided Eva to the booth and then went to fetch them some butterbeers.

"How have you enjoyed Hogsmeade so far, Eva?" asked Neville.

"It's really nice. There's nothing like this around the Manor and I've only been to Diagon Alley a few times. This is so much nicer than that, though. I'm sure I haven't even seen half of what there is here."

Harry returned to the table and handed Eva her mug of butterbeer. He sat down next to her, but did not put his arm around her or anything of the sort. They were with others now and he wasn't really comfortable with open displays of affection.

"I heard you almost ran Honeydukes out of business," said Hermione. Her tone was almost accusatory.

"Well, you heard wrong. I simply bought my mother a gift. I am allowed to do that, aren't I?"

"Sure, there's nothing wrong with buying your Mum a gift," said Ron. He did not notice the look that Hermione sent his way. "What has Harry shown you so far, Eva.?"

"We went to Honeydukes, as you well know. Then we went to Zonko's Joke Shop, where Harry impressed me with his vast knowledge of the wares on display there."

Harry sank a bit into the booth which made Eva laugh. Ron and Neville joined in on her joke. Ron because she was laughing and if she thought it was funny, then he thought it was funny; Neville because he knew what she said was funny. Hermione was the only one not laughing at the joke. She was pegging Eva with a glare that would have killed.

"That's about it. I think I'll try to convince Harry to take me to Scrivenshaft's next. I need a new quill and some sealing wax."

"Oh yes, we can't send out our post without the Nocturino family crest, now can we?" Hermione's tone was dripping with sarcasm and dislike.

"Hermione! That's totally rude," said Ron. "I'm sorry Eva; don't mind her, she's just being a bit uppity."

"Don't you dare make excuses for me, Ronald Weasley! I will say what I want and what I mean!"

No one at the table said anything. Eva was looking down at her mug of butterbeer. Finally she looked up and met Hermione's glare. "What did I ever do to you?" was all she asked.

Hermione's face contorted in anger. "If you don't know, then I won't tell you," she snarled. Her eyes tried to stay on Eva's face, but they seemed to be attracted to Ron, who was now staring at her with a look of utter disbelief.

Eva looked over at Neville with a question in her eyes. He just raised his eyebrows and took another sip of his butterbeer. Eva knew then, that Hermione really did like Ron. She just wasn't about to say anything unless he said it first. "I see," said Eva.

Harry looked at her smiling face and couldn't understand what exactly it was that she saw. If he had been Eva, he probably would have been yelling his lungs out at what Hermione had said. He finished his drink and asked if she was ready to see more of the town.

When they got to Scrivenshaft's, he finally asked her when she had suddenly comprehended in the Three Broomsticks.

"Hermione fancies Ron. That's why she doesn't like me," she said simply. She held up a peacock quill and tickled his nose with it. "What about this one?"

"I don't think Snape would allow that in his classroom," he responded. "Why would Hermione fancying Ron make her not like you?"

Eva put down the peacock quill and continued her search. "Because she thinks that Ron fancies me. This one's nice," she said and picked up an emerald green quill that was white at the top.

"What bird did that come from?" asked Harry. He followed her as she walked down another aisle. "Ron does fancy you. I can tell by that stupid smile he wears whenever you come walking into the Great Hall." The tone of Harry's voice made Eva think that he did not like Ron's behavior.

"Are you jealous, Mr. Potter?" She gave him a playful smile.

"Insanely," he replied lazily. He picked up a quill that was sapphire blue; it matched her eyes. "This one." He grabbed her hand and led her to the counter. He paid for the quill and was out the door before she could protest.

"I am more than able to buy my own quill, Harry."

"I know, but I like this one. It matches your eyes."

Eva smiled and thanked him. "I didn't get the sealing wax, though."

"We can go back in and get some," suggested Harry.

Eva was going to agree when they saw Neville approach them. "Hey guys, do you mind if I tag along for a bit. Ron and Hermione had a row after you guys left the table and I didn't want to be in the line of fire."

Eva looked at Harry to see if he minded. He shrugged his shoulders and Eva turned her smiling face to Neville. "Two escorts! It's my lucky day."

The trio walked down the streets of Hogsmeade talking pleasantly about school and other things. When the conversation turned to their Potions class, the two boys had quite a go at Professor Snape.

"I don't know how Snape got the job in the first place! He's not exactly the type you imagine as a teacher."

"I think he's okay," said Eva. She felt a need to defend the man; he was her Head of House, after all.

"That's because Snape treats you fine. You've not been here for the previous five years. Remember when he tried to poison Trevor, Neville?"

"Yeah, I didn't think that was nice. I'm just glad that Hermione helped with the potion and it didn't kill poor Trevor; even if Snape did take points in the end."

"Why do you call him Snape? He is your professor," said Eva.

"Most students call him Snape because they don't respect him enough to call him Professor, besides I don't think he would take to being called Severus by the students," said Neville.

Harry laughed out loud, but Eva stopped in her tracks. "What did you call him?" she breathed.

"Severus. That's his name," said Neville. "Severus Snape."

"Are you alright, Eva?" asked Harry. He had watched most of the color drain from her face when Neville told her Snape's first name.

She looked up at him and tried to force a smile. It didn't work very well. "I'm fine, just a bit shocked to hear a student call a professor by their given name," she lied.

Neville and Harry looked at each other. They both knew that she was lying, but decided it was best if they just let her alone for a while. They continued their walk around Hogsmeade and their talk. Eva only joined when they asked her questions. She was busy running her accumulated information through her brain.

Professor Snape's name was Severus; her name was Severa. He had called her mother Sage and she knew that the only man who used that name was Eva's father. He was in Slytherin when he was at Hogwarts and the hat had told her that her father had been in Slytherin when he was there. He even seemed to have a bit of a soft spot when it came to her; she had noticed that he treated her differently than he did the rest of the Slytherins.

"Hey, Harry, is that your owl?" asked Neville. The question jerked her back to the present.

She looked up to the sky and saw the snowy owl circling above the students that were milling in the streets. It swooped down towards them and Eva heard Harry say, "It doesn't look like Hedwig."

The owl landed on Eva's shoulder and she removed the note it had in his beak. "Hello, Horatio. I would like you to meet my friends." She turned a bit towards Neville. "This is Neville Longbottom." Horatio hooted in greeting. "And this is Harry Potter; he's got a nice snowy owl, too. Her name is Hedwig." Horatio hooted to Harry, then turned back to Eva and nipped her ear affectionately. "I'm sorry I don't have any treats for you. You can come to breakfast tomorrow morning and I promise I will have something for you." He hooted indignantly, as if expecting her to have treats for him at all times, and then left in a swish of feathers.

"Maybe it's just me, but I think that snowy owls have a bit of an attitude problem," said Harry.

"Well, I know that Horatio hates it when I don't have treats. He'll probably come late tomorrow to show his displeasure." Eva chuckled and looked down at the folded parchment.

"It's got the Hogwarts crest on it," said Neville.

Eva tore open the missive and quickly read the contents. She read it twice again, just to be sure she had read it correctly. When she knew that she had and that the letter actually did say what she thought it did, she let out a cry of delight before hugging Harry so fiercely that he almost fell over. She proceeded to do the same to Neville. The people who were passing them gave Eva strange looks.

"I take it that it's good news," said Harry.

"Wonderful news!" She waved the note in the air. "My Mum's come to see me!"

"That's great Eva!" said Neville.

"Is she at the castle?" asked Harry. "Do you want me to accompany you back?"

"Yes, it says she just got in. But you don't have to come back with me; I'd like to have some time alone with her. You can meet her at dinner tonight, I promise. I'm sure she'll be staying the night." Eva looked down at the letter again, as if she thought that if she didn't look at it, it would disappear and so would her mother.

"Well, don't just stand here; go and see your mother," said Harry.

She looked up and smiled. She gave Harry another hug and a quick kiss on the lips and was off with a backwards wave to them.

Saveage did not even wait for her feet to hit the ground before leaping off of her broom. She had wanted to go full-speed to Hogwarts, but Lupin and Tonks had said it was wiser to go at a slower speed than light. She had reached the door before the other two had alighted from their own brooms.

She swept into the castle without greeting anyone, and, alarming quite a few first years, she ran towards the stairs to the East Tower. Taking the steps two at a time, she reached her daughter's bedroom. She stood in front of the portrait that guarded the room and knocked on the frame. She waited for the portrait to swing open and her beautiful daughter to come out. Instead, the portrait just glared at her. She knocked harder on the frame and called, "Eva!" Surely, she would recognize her mother's voice and come running to see her.

Saveage waited a few moments before pounding on the frame as hard as she could. "Do you mind!" said the wizard in the portrait indignantly.

"Well, I need to get her attention," answered Saveage.

"I'm afraid you won't find her in there," came a voice from the corridor. Dumbledore walked towards her with Lupin and Tonks behind him.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore. I'm sorry for not coming to see you first. I really wanted to surprise Eva," she said.

"Yes, it's quite understandable. Unfortunately, she's not here at the moment," he said.

"Is she in the library? I can go there and I promise to be deathly quiet." Saveage turned towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

"You misunderstand me, Saveage. Your daughter is not in the castle. She joined her schoolmates in Hogsmeade today. She looked quite excited to get out."

Saveage looked at Dumbledore as if he'd grown another head. "Did you say Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, the older students had their first outing today."

"You let her out of the school grounds?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," answered Dumbledore.

Saveage was livid. Her hands were shaking as she spoke. "You mean to tell me, that I entrusted the life of my daughter to you and you let her leave the castle, alone and without supervision?!"

Dumbledore was unruffled by Saveage's reaction; it seemed that he had been expecting her to yell. "She's not alone. She was escorted by Harry Potter and more than half of the school. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are also there keeping an eye on the students."

"But she's not safe! Hogsmeade has no protection like the castle. Anyone can apparate in and out of the town. What makes you think that Death Eaters aren't there just waiting to spot her?"

Dumbledore walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Saveage. I have Order members posted around the town. They are under instructions to keep an eye on Harry as well as Eva. She's quite safe." Dumbledore straightened and smiled. "It's actually even better that she's with Harry. It gives the Order members an easier time if their charges stick together, and he's more skilled in Defense that most in his class."

Saveage thought about what the Headmaster had said and was a bit relieved that Eva had somebody with her. But then something in her memory sparked. She looked at Dumbledore. "I did not give her permission to go to Hogsmeade. I never signed the form."

"No, you didn't. I forgot to mention it to you in the conversation we had. Her father signed the permission form."

"Her father?"

"Yes."

Saveage's mind was running a million places at once. Severus knew that Eva was his daughter. He had given his permission for her to leave the safety of the castle, knowing that it was likely to be against Saveage's wishes. He had gone over her head and possibly put their daughter in danger.

"Where is he?" asked Saveage. Her tone was low and dangerous. Her eyes looked like chips of ice.

"He's in the Staff Room, but I must ask you not to kill him. It would be difficult to find another Potions Master as talented as he is."

Saveage stormed down the corridor past Dumbledore, Lupin and Tonks, her anger increasing with each step she took.

Dumbledore watched her until she reached the stairs, then he turned to Tonks. "Did you send the owl?"

"Yes, Professor. She's got a fast owl. I'm sure she's on her way back now."

"Let us hope so. Remus would you accompany me to the Entrance Hall? Tonks, I would like you to stay here and watch the corridor. Please use the Invisibility Cloak. Someone has been watching or following Miss Nocturino and I would like to be sure who it is."

Tonks had the feeling that Dumbledore already had an idea of who was creeping around the East Tower. She guessed he just needed evidence or a witness before taking action.

Lupin followed the Headmaster down the corridor and stairs. "Are you expecting something in particular to happen?" he asked.

"No. In this kind of situation, so many things can happen that I'm afraid the outcome is impossible to know." Professor Dumbledore paused when they reached the next landing and turned to Lupin. "Whatever the outcome, I know that Eva will need to talk with someone. You have always been good with the students. I was hoping . . ."

Lupin held up a hand to stop Dumbledore from having to explain further. "I would be glad to help in any way I can."

"Thank you, Remus."

They continued down the stairs towards the Entrance Hall. As they reached the Hall they heard running feet coming up the stone steps to the castle. Eva burst through a group of first years walking past the door and she muttered a quick 'sorry' before charging towards the steps to the East Tower. She stopped short at the sight of Professor Dumbledore and another man.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore," she said, out of breath. She waved the note she had clutched in her hand. "You sent me this note. Where's Mum?" she asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "Eva, I would like you to meet Mr. Remus Lupin. He used to be a Professor here."

Lupin stopped forward and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eva. Your mother speaks nothing but praise for you."

Eva shook the Professor's hand. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Professor Lupin."

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I believe your mother is in the Staff Room." She was about to turn when he added. "I must ask you to walk, Miss Nocturino. School rules, you know." He looked over his glasses at her with a smile.

"Yes, Professor; excuse me." Eva turned and tried to walk as quickly as possible without running.

She reached the empty corridor where the Staff Room was located. She smiled when she saw the door was still open. Maybe her mother had gone to her room and then come down here to wait for her; Dumbledore had been up in the Tower after all. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail that was almost undone from her running and made sure her robes were in place; she advanced quickly to the door, but slowed when she heard raised voices.