.Author's Note: Hi, I'm Mel and I'll be finishing up this story for Melissa. This is the first chapter that I've written for myself. The first two were written by Lovable Drama Queen who felt this story deserved to be finished and knew that she didn't have the time to do it so she handed the reigns over to me, so to speak. I hope that I do as well as Melissa did, and I hope that this didn't cause any inconveniences. Thank you, and on with the story!
"She's Snape's daughter? Somebody actually reproduced with Snape?"
"Oh, Ron, don't be stupid," replied Hermione, trying hard to hide the fact that she was obviously amused at Ron's statement.
"I had no idea he was married," Harry replied thickly.
"He's not." blurted Hermione.
"Well, that makes sense, I mean-wait, how do you know he's not married?" Ron questioned.
"Well, one day when I was getting help from Professor Flitwick I couldn't help but overhear that Professor Sprout was trying to set Professor Snape up with one of her nieces."
"Hermione! You were...eavesdropping?" Ron questioned playfully.
"Of course not! How could you even think that I would go so low as to eavesdrop?" Hermione replied with an evil smirk on her face.
"Oh, Hermione! You're horrible!" said Harry, through fits of laughter.
The rest of the night was spent drowned in the three friend's laughter.
The next morning, however, was far from cheerful. Even worst then having Double Potions was having Double Potions with the Slytherins. After hearing Snape's usual start of term cheer, they separated into groups to make the potion.
From across the room, Harry watched as Draco arrogantly walked over to Reagan and held out his arm. For some odd reason, he felt like tearing Malfoy apart. (But as he thought about it, he always felt like tearing Malfoy apart.) To his horror, Reagan took his arm, giggled, and returned with Draco to his seat where they worked on their potion.
"Earth to Harry," Ron interrupted. "Come in, Harry."
"Hmmm?" Harry replied turning to Ron.
"Harry? Were you looking at Reagan and Malfoy?"
"So maybe I was! What's the problem with that?"
A grin spread across Hermione's face.
"Harry...are you...jealous?"
"No! Of course not. It's just.... There's something about her. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is."
Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances.
"You'd best stay away from that one, mate," Ron advised. "Not only is she Snape's daughter, she's Malfoy's girlfriend."
Harry decided that whatever was making him think of Reagan Snape would have to wait till after class. He'd think about it then.
Keeping his word, Harry eyed Reagan closely after class.
"Sorry Harry, but Ron and I have a Prefects meeting...you know, meeting the new prefects, and organising the schedule. We'll see you at dinner, okay?"
Harry nodded in response, his eyes never leaving Reagan.
"Well, okay then. See you."
Seeing that Draco had obviously said the same thing to Reagan, Harry seized his opportunity to talk to her. As she walked down the hall, Harry followed.
"Reagan," he called.
She stopped and turned around.
"Oh, hi, Harry," she said kindly.
"Hi," he replied. "Do you think we can talk?"
"I don't see why not," she said with a smile. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I don't know...you just seem like an interesting person, and I wanted to get to know you."
"Well, I don't know how interesting I am but, sure, Harry. That would be nice."
The pair continued their walk down the hall.
"So, why'd you transfer to Hogwarts?"
"I don't know, really. I had been going to Durmstrang for my first five years, and then all of a sudden my father wanted me to transfer to Hogwarts. And that was that. Here I am."
"You didn't ask your father why?"
"My father and I aren't exactly close, Harry. He's made it perfectly clear that what he says goes."
"Do you like your father?" Harry asked.
"I don't really know my father. But from what I can tell, he's a tactless git."
"How can you not know your father?"
"It's complicated. I mean, I never see him. Before now, when I went to Durmstrang, I spent nine months at school, and holidays at Malfoy Manor."
"So that's how you met Draco."
"Draco and I are very close, Harry. He's been there as long as I can remember. The Malfoy's are more a family than the one I've got."
"What about your mother?"
She paused a moment.
"I never knew my mother. I mean, at one point, I did. But my parent's split up before I can even remember. She never wrote, or tried to get custody, or even see me. It's as if she never existed."
"What does your father say?"
"He doesn't talk about my mother much...he doesn't talk to me much, period."
She gently touched a golden locket that hung around her neck. Engraved in it were the initials LRE.
"It was my mother's...She was beautiful. I have a picture. I snuck it from my father's quarters. I keep it in the top drawer of my bedside table. Sometimes I just look at it and wonder what she would have done."
Seeing the tears swell up in her eyes, Harry attempted to comfort her.
"I didn't mean anything by it, I didn't mean-"
"Oh, Harry, it's not your fault. You didn't know...how could you have?"
They went awkwardly silent.
"Listen, Harry, I have a lot of homework, so I think I'd better go to my dorms. We'll talk more later, okay?"
Then without waiting for a response, she stormed of in the direction of the Slytherin common room.
A/N: So, how was it? As good as the first two, I hope! Please review and tell me how I'm doing! Sorry for the late updates...But this chapter is a little longer than the others, so. Well, later days.
