A/N- YAY! I'm only gonna do three more chapters, than I'm done…Mackenny (sounds like Mackenzie) is two names put together, Mary and Kenny (Kenneth) those were Raven's parent's names…Sirius and Raven were very busy people…five kids are Sirius's and one is Snape's…he suspects nothing…I need ideas on how to end this, beginnings are always easy, ends are never along those lines…please RR!

-Chapter Seven: Six kids later-

"Snape, Mackenny!" A small girl with black curls and eerie claret red eyes, ran up to the sorting stool, the sorting hat was placed on her head and she trembled with fear and anxious anticipation. The hall sat in complete silence as the hat debated on where to put young Mac.

"Well now," the hat rasped into her mind, "aren't you an interesting one. You would fail in Slytherin, that house is not for you, Gryffindor would only heighten your mischievous nature, Hufflepuff perhaps…ah yes…" Mac felt a drop of sweat run down her back, it was going to put her in Hufflepuff!

"RAVENCLAW!"

There was an uncertain breath before the hall ripped the silence with tremendous applause. Mac shot a glance at the head table, her father had a frown on his face and was only just slightly clapping, her mother radiated cool, but warm, approval. Mac met her twin brother Miles's eyes and smiled, she stepped off the stool and moved to the Ravenclaw table.

"Snape, Miles!"

Mac watched her brother approach the stool with cold, uncaring grace. He was her if she had been a boy, but only in look, the same black curls, same claret eyes, same pasty, chalk white skin…he sat there longer than she had, a cruel smirk pasted on his perfect mouth…

"SLYTHERIN!"

Miles stepped down and flashed their father a triumphant smile, Mac watched with a hurt heart as Serverus Snape smiled back. It was a well known fact that Serverus Snape clashed with his oldest daughter, she never denied it and he certainly showed his distaste for her any chance he was given. He had caught her time and time again, listening to conversations not meant for a child's ear, spying through peepholes, stealing secrets, sneaking around where one isn't allowed to sneak. Raven Snape, Mac's mother, had said that someday she could make a very good Spy, Mac's father had retorted to this with: "No child of mine will ever become a Spy, especially my daughter."

Mac had decided that he hated her, he liked her siblings well enough, Miles being his favorite as oldest son, Paris was a potions genius, Amelia could always make him laugh, Alex was too sweet to receive any sort of punishment, and David…David was his exact image at only the age of six. Mac smiled at Miles from the Ravenclaw table, he smile back and mentally tried to comfort her:

"Kenny, don't take it personally. You know he wanted us both in Slytherin."

Mac sighed into the thought she sent back: "I know miles, but…never mind. Good job on Slytherin." she watched his mouth twist into an even deeper smirk, "Thanks, Kenny, same to you with Ravenclaw, least it's not Gryffindor or Hufflepuff."

Mac could reply to that bold statement in many ways. She could chide him and tell him that seeing as he was in Slytherin, he was bound to come off nasty, evil and putrid, or she could tell him that she hoped he'd rot in his own sordid pool of scum… but the last time she had insulted Slytherin, her father had overheard and after he had finished chastising her, her bottom had been sore for three weeks.

The girl sitting next to Mackenny asked a question, breaking Mac's conversation with Miles. "What?"

"Are you related to that boy in…Slytherin?"

Mac smiled, "He's my twin, funny ain't it? I get here and he goes there…" the girl paid no attention to Mac's reply and gazed at Miles with an expression on her face that could only mean one thing… No way! Mac mentally kicked herself, telling Miles in the easiest way she could: "Miles, girl over here has the hots for you…very badly."

"Really?" he asked coyly, his red eyes flashing across the hall, "Is she cute?"

"How should I know!"

"Well is she or isn't she, that's all you really need to tell me."

"I don't know!" Mac cried out loud, receiving various glances from around the hall, she excused herself, motioning to Miles, who followed without question. Mac stopped outside the library, turning to Miles she shook her head, "Miles, how do you expect me to tell you if a girl is cute or not? I am a girl." he grinned and crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a look that reminded her fiercely of their father- of course he was only joking, "Mackenny Vittria Snape, are you finally admitting you are of the female nature?"

Mac grimaced, she hated her middle name with a passion.

"No. I'm just saying that I don't have a clue what sort of girls you'd find 'cute'." Miles leaned over, sneering down into her face, "Does it matter? All girls are the same in the end anyways." Mac slapped him, leaving a red mark indented to his cheek. "Miles Florien Snape! As your sister, I expect you to take that comment back and then shove it up your arrogant, twofaced, British as--"

"Mackenny?" the silky voice sent a jolt of dread down Mac's spine, turning, Mac met her father's perilously black eyes, "Dad?" she whimpered, dropping her eyes to the stone floor.

"Care to tell me why you were arguing with your brother?"

"I…he said that…" her voice was hushed and full of tears, she wouldn't cry in front of him and she couldn't tell him the truth, she didn't want to sink any lower in his eyes and crying would definitely do just that. "Sorry. We were arguing over Quidditch…I said that his team was horrid and he told me mine was nothing but Dragon dung…so I slapped him, I really am sorry." Mac watched in fascinated horror as her father raised his wand above his head, keeping his black eyes locked on hers, his voice was like treacherous ice: "Fifteen points from Ravenclaw for assaulting a Slytherin student unprovoked," Mac went to protest but her father's cruel smirk and Miles's innocent demeanor stopped her. "Yes, Professor Snape, it won't happen again."

"Good. Now go find your house, everyone is retiring for the evening, anymore outbursts from you, Mackenny, and it is detention."

Mac bowed her head and walked slowly away from her father and brother, once she was sure they were out of sight she ran up to Ravenclaw tower, tears of hate running down her porcelain face.

"Password?" the painting of a giant Griffin asked her, Mac hadn't a clue, she hadn't run into anyone of her house on the way up, so she sank to the floor outside the common room and cried herself to sleep, wishing her father was anyone else…

-Potions Class, first class of the day-

Mac sat whispering furtively to Eric Long, a boy from Ravenclaw that had opened the painting to find her asleep outside it that morning, they were quickly becoming friends and having him in her father's class would make thing more bearable. Unfortunately, Mac underestimated her father's malice.

He entered the room like a shadow, his black robes billowing behind him like smoke, he began roll. Once finished he began his trademark speech:

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. This is an art few truly understand, it enslaves the mind and bewitches the senses. I can teach you to how to bottle fame, brew glory, even how to put a stop-" Eric had said something that made Mac giggle profusely, and now both he and she were hiccupping with laughter.

"Mackenny, where would you look if you were told to find bezoar?"

Mackenny's mouth flapped open a few times, she knew the answer, or she should…

"I…the belly of a boar?"

Her father's face twisted into a mask of dark rage as several students snickered, "Mackenny," he advanced on her slowly, "A bezoar is found in the belly of a goat, it will save you from most poisons and needs to be extracted from the goat while it's heart still beats." his black eyes began to bore into Mac's own red ones.

Her mouth twitched and before she could stop herself: "Well, at least now I know that there is a difference between a goat and a boa-" he pounded his fists down onto the table, Mac jumping at the sudden bang.

"Fifty points from Ravenclaw, get out of my class."

Mac's eyes burned with tears and she shuffled out of the room, her mind scolding her as she ran to her room. You knew that you were goading him, why didn't you stop?

"Because I want his attention, I want him to…forget it." Mac took a left turn and found herself in her mother's classroom, it was empty, Raven being on prep first period so she could work with David…the fireplace called to her, and Mac, never being one to actually second guess intuition, stepped into the blackened pit, a fistful of sand in her hand. She yelled with careful confidence: "Grimmauld Place!"…that being the exact place she ended up.

Sirius was trying to concentrate on shaving when a small black-haired girl flew through his fireplace. "Hello?" he asked cautiously, realizing that the child's eyes were brimming with tears he dropped to his knees. "Mackenny, what's wrong?" she flew against him, knocking the wind from his chest.

"Wh-why does he hate m-me?!" She cried into Sirius's naked chest.

"Who?" he asked, concern filling every part of his body.

"Dad!" she wailed, "Why does he hate me?" Sirius felt his anger boil, Serverus was always making Mackenny feel lower than she was, always making her think she was horrible, "Kenny, I'm sure he doesn't hate you."

"He does!" she responded, "He told me once it was because I reminded him of someone he could never seem to forget." Sirius grinned despite himself, so old Snivelus thought the Mac reminded him of someone he couldn't forget…he of course meant Sirius, and little Mackenny happened to be Sirius's child…Snape not suspecting anything.

"Mackenny," he lifted the girl's eyes to his and gave her a big bear hug, "Kenny, he doesn't hate you, he just…doesn't understand you, I think your mom will tell you when you're older."

"Thanks Uncle Sirius…" she paused, staring into space for a few moments, "Know what Uncle Sirius?"

"What?"

"I wish you were my dad, you'd do a good job at it." with that she stood and stepped through the fireplace, waving goodbye with a cherubic smile on her face.

"If only you knew, Mac, if only you knew."

Lupin had been looming at the door when Mac had come flying through the fireplace, "So…" he murmured, "what happens when Serverus finds out none of the kids are his?"

"He has one." Lupin gave Sirius a questioning look, "David is his, all the others are mine, how long have you known?"

Lupin smirked. "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh…"

"You've been discreet, I'm the only one to guess." he crossed the room and gave Sirius a pat on the shoulder, "She looks like you two, I'm still amazed that everyone thinks she's Serverus's."

"Let them believe it a while longer, until they're either out of school or Serverus is dead."

"Serverus'll never die, looks like you have a while to wait." Sirius shook his head, "If he makes Kenny cry like that again…I swear I'll kill him."

A/N- Sooo….how goes my plot? Can anyone give me ideas on what you want next? I need ideas badly…very badly, I'm thinking someone will die last chapter, probably Raven…maybe not, you never know…