Author's note: Oh yeah just a reminder that pretty much none of the people are mine. J/k Rowling is the master behind Harry Potter, Jill Murphy is the master behind the Worst witch, and I am but a blender; I take some great stuff and mix it into my own creation, that tastes a lot like butterbeer. Also, I do like the idea of Malfoy, but I'm not sure it would fit into my ending totally. But of course i included some Malfoy intrigue, because what's a story without some of that!

Later that night Constance was taking a late night walk to think about all the things she had heard and ran right into her daughter.

"Hi sweetheart," she said giving her daughter the biggest hug possible, "what are you doing up so late?"

"I was trying to catch up on some studying. You know, you were right, Hogwarts teaches so many different things, it is way more challenging. And, well besides that I did want to ask you about.."

"Last night?" Constance replied, "Well I probably didn't tell you this but, I used to work at Hogwarts and that's how I know a lot of the teachers here."

"But what about that guy Snape, he was so creepy, just staring at you."

"Well I haven't seen him in a long time, it's just, well there was a misunderstanding and he thought that I was never coming back."

"Okay", Zoey responded, "but why?"

"Well, uh, after I thought you were dead I couldn't bear to work here anymore and I left."

"Oh, okay well I was just a little confused and all."

"Well, alright then," Constance replied hurriedly, "off to bed now."

"Okay, good night mom," Zoey leaned over and gave her mother a kiss on the check. "Oh and can I ask you one more thing?"

"Sure, anything."

"It's always awkward being related to your teacher, could we maybe, you know, not spread it around that I'm your daughter. I just don't want to get made fun of."

"Oh sure, that would be great," Constance replied a bit too enthusiastically, "Goodnight dear."

And the two went their separate ways, both relived, even though Constance felt guilty for keeping the truth from her daughter. Zoey crawled into bed that night, satisfied, but also a bit suspicious. Since when was her mother so nice and so....sweet. Her mom was always loving, but it was always in a firm way. She had acted strangely, and Zoey was trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Zoey," called Hermione

"yes?"

"I'm really glad that you came here. It's nice to have a friend that's a girl for a change."

"Uh yeah, it's really nice to have a girl as a friend too."

"Goodnight."

"Night"

It seemed like Zoey's first semester was flying by. Sure she had to work harder than she ever had in her life, but it was worth it. She was at the top of her class, beaten only by Hermione. But Zoey really didn't care about that, after all she was used to competing with Ethel, who was really annoying about get perfect scores. Because of her extraordinary broom flying abilities, she was able to substitute when one of the chasers was sick and the team won thanks to the snitch being caught by Harry. Snape was treating her more horribly than ever. Even Ron said that Harry had never been ridiculed like that. She was doing outstanding in all her classes, except for potions. She knew all of the potions and knew the precise calculations needed for measurement, but Snape always found somewhere to mark her off. One time she got a perfect score and Snape failed her because he was convinced she must be cheating.

"Oh I hate that Professor Snape," she cried angrily while walking out of the potions midterm, "I hope he dies, no that would be to good for him, I hope throws a cauldren over his head and beats it with a stick as hard as they can."

"Wow," said Ron, "yeah you tell it like it is."

However, Zoey aced all of her other finals. In fact Professor McGonagall was so impressed by Zoey's transfiguration of a snail into a firecracker, that she praised her during the midterm. Zoey had been her last student since all the students had to line up outside the class and see her individually.

"Well, you certainly have your mother's gift for magic," Professor McGonagall glowed, "I'm so proud of how far you come this term."

"Really Professor?"

"Really." Professor McGongall watched the girl leave the classroom and thought how much she resembled Constance. It was like teaching her charge all over again. When Constance had experienced family trouble at home, Minerva had been there for her, ready to comfort her. She felt protective over the girl sometimes, and while she tried not to let it show in her teaching, Constance had always been her favorite, just like Zoey.

Zoey walked out of the room feeling happy. Finals were over and it was a Hogsmede weekend. She would be able to relax, spend time with her friends, and watch the final quidditch game.

"Hey guys, ready to go?" Ron ran into the common room with Harry right behind him.

"You bet."

As it turned out Constance, Snape, and Hagrid ended up being the chaperones. Right on cue Snape and Constance got into a tiff about someone's permission form.

"Wow, they must really hate each other," a Gryffindor 3rd year noticed.

Indeed, Constance and Severus had played the part perfectly. When they were alone they couldn't be separated but when in public they were mortal enemies. If looks could kill, Constance would have stabbed Severus dead. She had perfected the death glare.

But once they had arrived at Hogsmede and the group had separated and they were alone, they were like a young engaged couple.

Zoey, Ron, Hermione, and Harry bought some candy at Zonkos, then headed off to the Leaky Cauldren for some nice hot butter beer.

As Zoey walked up to the counter to buy 4 butterbeers, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"So, I can't really figure it out, but something's funny with Professor Snape. He's never around the Syltherin common area very much and last night, after I was coming back from the bathroom I saw him sneaking out the portrait hole. I thought maybe he was going to catch Potter in the act or something, because according to him Potter and his friends are always sneaking around. So i followed him, only to get more ammo against Potter, and I saw him sneak into someone's private chamber. It had to be another teacher, I mean students are all in the dormitorys. It's very weird, and I wondering if it has something to do with him betraying you know who. My father says....."Draco trailed off after noticing Zoey staring right at him. "Hey spindle legs, this is a private conversation."

"As if I can about you or professor Snape."

"Yeah well why would you. I'm his favorite student and unlike you I can get away with anything. Why I don't even study for potions and I'm getting the top grade."

"Oh shut your big mouth." she proclaimed as she marched off toward the table. She had secretly thought that Malfoy was cute the first time she met him, but unfortunately any chance of romance was ruined my his rude comments about her and her friends. And what was Professor Snape doing out so late?

She reached the table and sat down. She tried to forget about malfoy as she joined in the conversation about Gryffindor's chances for the house cup when all of a sudden....

"Ow," cried Harry, "my scar, it hurts really badly."

"Well do you want some ice or something," said Zoey.

"No, Zoe, when Harry's scar hurts it has to do with he who must not be named. It hasn't hurt for a while, but whenever it has in the past...."

"I don't think that......" Zoey trailed off as screaming erupted from outside.

Death eaters were storming the town. Rampaging the town, and killing innocent bystanders.

"Come Harry," said Ron.

Suddenly all four of them were grabbed tightly and carried off into the evening sky.