I don't own any of the original characters. I do, however, own the typos, Henry, Inscribson, and any other children coming from the weird pairs I've cooked up.
And, I was told if I didn't keep writing this, my life would be forfeit.
Oh, and I update all of the time, only mostly not new chapters, but changes in the story. So every time I let out a new chapter, it may be a good idea to re-read the story.
Yours in Magical Fellowship,
Inscribson
-Sev's thoughts-
/Henry's thoughts/
(Inscribson's thoughts)
-0.o- Henry's P.o.V. -o.0-
Henry Longbottom looked at Inscribson from across their House table, wincing as a Hufflepuff girl—Malfoy, or something—laughed shrilly.
/She could think about other people's ears./
The Great Hall was rather loud, as it was the end of the first day of school. Henry himself felt like talking as fast as he could, trying to remember everything that had happened that day. His main memory was Inscribson getting the class to sing 'Happy Birthday' to Snape.
/Snape! Of all people, why...how did she know it was his birthday?/
Their Potions Master had been snapping at anyone for anything the rest of the day, already taking a combined of 96 points from the other three houses in one day. That seemed to relieve the second-years on up, because they had heard rumors about Snape's reaction to his first class with the first-year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
/Some of the rumors are more believable./
Henry had been trying to talk to Inscribson all day, but her mind seemed elsewhere, even when Professor Black had turned into a Grim! Henry had to help Inscribson in all of their classes, which didn't feel right.
/Especially if her mom is who my dad told me.../
Henry's dad, Neville, had always been abysmal at Hogwarts, never any better than average in his classes, except Herbology. It seemed that Henry and his father had little in common, because Henry was almost as bad at Herbology as his dad was at Potions!
/I guess not all things are family things...I'd bet Inscribson's dad wasn't any good at Potions, either.../
He nudged Inscribson, pushing a plate of food over.
"You don't have to tell me what's going on, but as I'm your partner in every class, I'd like to know sooner than later."
She sighed.
"I just relearned something from a different angle, that's all."
/She 'relearned something from a different angle'? This doesn't sound good./
"You know Snape's been keeping an eye on you whenever you're half a Quidditch stadium away."
"Let off. Professor Snape is just making sure that all the first-year Slytherins are adjusting well."
Henry snorted at that.
/And I'm Harry Potter./
Inscribson didn't seem happy, cleaning the rest of her plate hurriedly, then gathered her bag, pulling out her wand.
"I'm going to the Library. Don't keep pestering me about this, or I'll jinx you. I mean it. I've been reading up on them, and my uncles taught me all I could learn already."
Inscribson leaned close, whispering before she stalked off.
"And I could learn a lot."
Henry and—unnoticed from across the hall—Snape watched her retreat.
Henry shook his head. Even if Snape watched out for his own, it just didn't make since from what Henry's dad told him.
/Snape is too soft!/
Sighing, the boy turned back to his dinner, hoping to finish it before it was time to go back to their House dormitory. Perhaps he'd understand later.
/But...aside from the same slightly sinister character...what does Inscribson have in common with our Head of House?/
-0.o- Severus' P.o.V. -o.0-
Severus worked his fork in his hand nervously, looking over at his House's table. He had been keeping a watch on that first-year girl, Ms. Granger, all day. The first class had made him a little jumpy, and he had been taking it out on every House (except his own, of course).
- I'm surprised Albus hasn't tried to talk to me about it yet. -
It felt strange to be teaching Hermione Granger's daughter, and even stranger that the younger Ms. Granger was in his own House—a Slytherin.
- She has her mother's potion-brewing skills and mind, if nothing else. -
For the young Ms. Granger looked nothing how Severus remembered her mother to be. Where Ms. Hermione Granger had bushy, brown hair, Ms. Inscribson Granger had straight, sleek black. Where Ms. Granger had chocolate brown eyes, Ms. Inscribson had a shade lighter than beetle-black. Ms. Granger always had slightly darker skin, while Ms. Inscribson was almost as white as the Bloody Barron. The parts of the Slytherin ghost that weren't stained with silver blood, of course.
- If I didn't know myself better, I'd say she looks a little like me. -
Severus watched even closer as the girl leaned in towards that Longbottom boy. Forsaking his dinner, Severus reached for his wand unconsciously before he even saw the girl's hand slip for hers. Somehow, he just knew that she'd want to make a threat. It was what he would have done.
Severus didn't even know whose part he would take, as both were of his House. He sighed inaudibly as Ms. Granger stalked off. This was one strange first-year, even for his House.
- The girl is a Slytherin to the last....Well at least she likes Potions. -
-0.o- Inscribson's P.o.V. -o.0-
(Why does he have to know...why can't he know...why...why not?)
Inscribson stared at her plate, thinking about Professor Snape. Her dad. Should she tell him?
(I can't even decide if I should tell Henry or not!)
Henry was saying something to her, and she struggled to bring her mind to speed.
"—like to know sooner than later."
She sighed, deciding she'd not tell anyone just yet. It wouldn't be safe.
"I just relearned something from a different angle, that's all."
(A really different angle.)
"You know Snape's been keeping an eye on you whenever you're half a Quidditch stadium away."
"Let off. Professor Snape is just making sure that all the first-year Slytherins are adjusting well."
(I wish, at least.)
Henry snorted, which made Inscribson mad for what felt like no reason at all. She bolted down her food, ready to go back to the Library, where she had come from to dinner. She easily understood why it was both her parent's favorite place. The sheer number of books, of all sorts of sorts. It was time to get back to that book on jinxes, in her opinion.
(Maybe I can get some quiet in there...)
"I'm going to the Library. Don't keep pestering me, or I'll jinx you. I mean it. I've been reading up on them, and my mum and uncles taught me all I could learn already."
She leaned in close, clutching her wand, not even remembering getting it out.
"And I could learn a lot."
She walked off forcefully, fully enjoying the feeling of her legs carrying her.
(A good book, that's all I need right now. Just like mom said, a book can get you anywhere, and you may find the perfect person in the process...)
She paused for a second, then swept through the door, her juvenile mind having been expanded enough for one day.
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