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-

#Nev's thoughts#

(Inscribson's thoughts)

Each day for a month, Inscribson looked up when the owl post came in. Each day for the past month, she didn't get a single owl. A month ago, she had sent an owl to her mother telling about how the sorting had gone. She was beginning to loose hope in her mother's love.

After all, she was already disillusioned from having needed to teach herself shield spells the second week of school; she already knew enough to pass the Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, and Arithmancy O.W.L.s. And her own house wasn't accepting her, leaving her to her own devices whenever sixth-year Gryffindors decided to try moving target practice.

She was hated by the Gryffindors and Hufflepuff for being Slytherin, and Slytherin and Ravenclaw for not being Ravenclaw.

Forget having a well-organized mind, being smarter than half the Hogwarts population, having the trans-generational Marauder's Map and her godfather's invisibility cloak: If it hadn't been for Henry, and some protection from their Head of House, she knew she would have gone insane. Truly, honestly, literally, authentically, clinically, beyond-a-doubt bonkers.

A weight on her shoulder had her spinning as far around as she could on the bench, wand raised and her shields half-up in less than a second. But...there was no one there. Sighing, she turned back to her food. To stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful fluffy kitten, fur pure white except a black spot on its left forepaw.

"Gaaaah!"

#Gaaaah!#

"It talks!"

#It understands!#

"How - ?"

#Just think it to me. The first-year with glasses is staring.#

Inscribson glared at the offending boy, who quickly turned back to his food, muttering something about Snape and whelps.

(Think to you like this?)

#Yes.#

(What's your name?)

#Nevermore. My...person...is a bit Dark.#

(Your person's a professor.)

#You must be Ms. Inscribson Granger. I've been told a good many things about your inquisitiveness.#

(Already? I've only been here a month! And who is your person?)

#Perhaps I will tell you later. Right now, you need to get to class.#

(Oh NO! You're right! I have potions in...)

"TWO MINUTES!"

In the Great Hall, only one pair of eyes even paid attention to Inscribson Snape and the feline on her shoulder.


Severus Snape had finished his breakfast and was reading the Daily Prophet when he felt a sharp tug in his mind. He looked straight away for the signature white fur of his familiar. Not seeing Nevermore at the staff table, he started looking for her at the student tables. It took him a moment, but he found the kitten, sitting on the young Ms. Granger's shoulder. She seemed to be laughing, then froze for a second before standing up and shouting "TWO MINUTES!"

Severus got up immediately and went over to Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, may I talk to you for a moment in private?"

"Of course, Severus. Lead the way."

Severus led the Headmaster into the side room that had been used for so many things over the years.

"Doubtless you heard Ms. Granger's antics a moment ago. Did you notice anything peculiar about it?"

"She had your kitten on her shoulder, Severus." Albus smiled slightly. "It seemed that she had told the girl something."

"Indeed, Headmaster. And just how do you think that Nevermore could have spoken to her? I rather believe Ms. Granger is a bit young for me."

"I haven't the slightest idea." The twinkle in Albus' eyes gave him away. "Perhaps you should talk to Ms. Granger about it after class."

"Class? Oh, yes, first-year Potions. It starts, (he checked his pocket watch) Five minutes ago!"

And, cloak bellowing behind as was his trademark, Severus Snape left Albus Dumbledore chuckling in the side room that had seen so much use over the years.


Potions could have become a disaster, if Severus Snape had let it. As it was, he had enough control over his class to not have them hex his familiar (although no one made the connection between the annoyed expressions on the feline's and human's faces), but Inscribson was sent to the hospital wing, where she had to stay for the rest of the day.

Her teachers told her not to worry about homework, as she was already getting more than one hundred percent in all of her classes! But she wasn't too bored, staying in the hospital wing all day, as she had Nevermore to talk to while the after-effects of the twenty-seven hexes wore off.

But it wasn't until the end of the day that she found out whose familiar Nevermore was.

Severus Snape had come into the hospital wing, wincing as he passed through the doors into his least favorite part of Hogwarts. Finding the bed with the first-year in question, he stalked over, and handed Inscribson a book.

"The Headmaster and I feel that your potion making skills are very much above average, and he has agreed to let me give you private lessons in Potions after school hours and in the weekends. We will start very soon. This book contains several potions, which we will be working on. I want you to study it before tomorrow afternoon."

Inscribson looked at the cover. Most Potent Potions Volume II: A Deeper Study. She nodded, and then showed the book to the kitten on her shoulder.

(This looks good. But where is Volume I?)

#I believe that the Professor has it in his private collection.#

(And what would you know about Professor Snape's private collection, Nevermore?)

The kitten fidgeted, and Inscribson smiled, and then looked back at her father who, unbeknownst to her, had been listening to the conversation with amazement.

"Sir, do you want Nevermore back? I would understand if you do, although I will certainly miss her comments about Noreen Malfoy."

"I would be glad to take Nevermore, Ms. Granger. Thank you for keeping an eye on her today." Here the kitten meowed indignantly, causing Inscribson to chuckle.

"Its okay, Professor. Could I still talk to her sometimes?" Snape didn't get a chance to answer, as his familiar cut him off.

#Of course you may! All you have to do is think to me and I'll leave Severus to talk to you. You know, he's rather boring sometimes...#

- That is enough, Nevermore. We have to leave now so that Ms. Granger can rest before tomorrow. -

Inscribson's eyes widened as she heard the mirth of her father's voice in her head.

"Ms. Granger, would you kindly choose a potion to begin this weekend as well?"

"Alright, Professor. Thank you."

"I will see you in the common room, then."

And with that, Inscribson's dad walked out of the hospital wing, with his familiar in his arms, and leaving a first-year deeply immersed in an old, dusty book.


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