The door to the common room opened and Mcgonagall stepped in with a very black teen aged girl. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all exchanged looks. "This is the Gryffandor common room, Sarah." said Mcgonagall. "Miss Granger here can take you to your room." Hermione stood up. "Miss Granger, this is Sarah Snape." Harry and Ron looked at each other. Surely Mcgonagall did not mean the Snape that taught there. "She will be staying with us for a while. Would you please lead her to the room that Miss Chandler used to stay in?"

"Yes, Professor." said Hermione, looking at Sarah unsure. Sarah gave a half smile, though her mind was telling her that the predjudices were about to begin. She sighed. Here's to being a muggle! she thought to herself.

"I'll leave you then. I have things I must see too. And please be kind to Miss Snape you two," said Mcgonagall to Harry and Ron. With that she left. Sarah's black eyes traced around the room slowly.

"Well.... uh...." stuttered Hermione. "I'm Hermione Granger, this is Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley." Sarah nodded a little at them.

"Hi," she said very softly.

"Well, I'll show you to your room," said Hermione. She walked down the halls and Sarah followed. Hermione opened a door to a room. Sarah's eye's lit up. It wasn't a very big room, but far more luxurious than the small bed she had had since she was four. Everything seemed to have a red and gold theme to it.

"It's wonderful," she said as she set her suitcase down, looking happy for a brief moment. "Uh, thanks." she said to Hermione.

"No problem." Hermione looked as though she was debating on asking Sarah something. "Look, I was just wondering, are you related to Severus Snape?" Sarah groaned and nodded.

"Yeah. He's my dad." Hermione's eyes widened.

"Your dad?!" Sarah couldn't help but snicker at this response.

"Yeah. Scary huh?"

"So he is married then."

"Well, because of me, he and my mom are divorced."

"Because of you? I'm sure it's not your fault."

"It is," said Sarah with a sarcastic smile as she sat down on the bed. She kicked off her boots and pulled off her socks, tossing them off to the side, realizing a little too late that her feet had a bit of an aroma to them. She quickly sat on them before Hermione could notice. "You see," she continued. "Everyone in my family is perfect. They're all pure blood, all have everything they could ever want. Then there's me. The mistake that my dad likes to sweep under the rug and pretend it never happened."

"But why would he do that?" She was surprised the rumors weren't spreading already. People had to know by now that she was non-magical.

"Because I'm a muggle." Hermione gasped.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"My mom thinks it would be 'good' for me if I come here and spend time with my dad."

"Well, you do look a lot like him, not that that has to do with anything." Sarah snikered.

"I wish people would stop saying that."

"Do you know where his class room is?"

"Don't know, and don't care." She rubbed her eyes, smearing a little mascara and eyeliner around.

"Well," said Hermione, deciding not to persue that topic. "It's about five minutes till dinner. Want to come with me?"

"Sure." she said.

"You've got a little stuff right here," she said, pointing to her cheek. Sarah licked her hand and rubbed it away after a minute of smearing it some more just trying to get rid of it. She and Hermione left the room and went downstairs to Harry and Ron.

They could hear them in deep conversation as they drew closer to the common room.

"Do you think she's related to Snape?" asked Harry's voice.

"Yes! It's so obvious. I mean look at her. Snape wears all black, she definetly wears all black. They both have greasey hair and pale skin and black eyes."

"Yeah, but I think she's the more disturbed one." Sarah smiled, taking it as a complement. Hermione, on the other hand rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs.

"Why Potter," said Sarah, now allowing herself to be visible to them. "You're too kind." She slumped over to a chair and flopped down on it.

"We should be heading down to dinner," said Ron, looking up at the clock. Sarah nodded and followed them.

Snape tried to avoid any eye contact with her when he saw her walk in. She did look too much like him. Anyone could look at her and know they were related. That thought made Snape tense. He didn't want anyone to know that he was associating with a muggle.

Still, he could not help but get a glimpse of her. She looked so young and fragile. Yet she looked stone solid. Years of pain had formed that, he could tell immediatly. He watched her enter with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Yet she paused, causing her to seperate herself from their group, and then moved far to the end of the table, alone. This made Snape raise an eyebrow. Why would she seperate herself from people who would mostlikely turn out to be good friends to her? Just then, what he was trying to prevent from happening happened.

She looked up from her plate and saw him. For a minute they were frozen and did not know what to do. Snape saw right through her eyes and saw a torn and bleeding girl, screaming for attention, yet too afraid to trust someone. The moment passed and she gazed down at her food, moving it around with her fork. Before he took his eyes away, he caught a glimpse of something sparkly fall from her face and onto the table.

Sarah tried to brush the tear away before someone noticed, but it was too late. She felt a hand tap her on the shoulder and saw Hermione was sitting next to her. Ron and Harry were also moving in. She rushed to dry the small spot before her mascara could run.

"What are you doing here alone?" asked Hermione, handing her a tissue.

"Nothing." she muttered.

"Well, Hermione just told us about you," said Ron.

"She told you how I'm a filthy muggle?"

"No. In fact, she said you were a very nice person who just needs some friends and time to adjust." said Harry.

"I'm only going to be here for a month."

"Well, you never know. It could be longer." said Hermione. "Why would you think I would call you that?"

"Pleeez," snarled Sarah. "You have no idea what it's like. My dad calls me that at every spare moment, and at school I'm known as 'Little Sarah Muggle'. And, if you haven't noticed, I have other issues too like clumsiness?"

"Well, you won't be treated like that here. At least not in Gryffandor anyway." said Hermione comfortingly. "And besides, you won't be the only clumsy one. There's Neville Longbottom."

"Yeah, but look out for the Slytherins. They hate muggles." said Ron.

"So what else is new?" said Sarah. They were quiet for a minute. Just then an owl flew in with a letter. The owl's sudden shriek made Sarah jump and her grape juice spilled into her lap. Harry and Ron laughed, and Hermione helped her to clean it up. The owl dropped a note in Sarah's lap and flew off. Sarah opened it and read it. "It's a schedule." she muttered. "Wonderful." she said, tossing it down.

"What?" asked Harry.

"Every class on here is 'Stay with Dad' for me. I am going to die." She fell forewards, missing her plate (which had not been eaten from) by inches and groaned.

"It may not be so bad." said Ron. Sarah sighed.

"I've lost my appetite. I'm going to bed."

"Are you okay?" asked Hermione.

"Do you have a gun?" Hermione flinched.

"No."

"Then no. I'm not okay." She stood up and trudged off. Tears began to flow down her face, once she was out of sight.

Snape saw Sarah stand up and leave. He saw her face scrunch up as she walked away. She was crying. Snape decided that now would be the best time to catch her in the halls. He stood up and left quietly down the halls towards Gryffandor house. He soon heard the sound of sniffling nearby and moved faster, soon spotting her. She had collapsed from crying too hard and was now sitting with her back pressed against the wall, her knees drawn under her chin, and her face burried in her knees. Snape paused for a minute. Seeing her pain reminded him too much of those horrid years when he was in school at her age. He cringed and then spoke.

"Oh for God's sake, stop your crying. You're going to give everyone in Gryffandor a headache if you don't stop." Sarah's head shot up. Her eye makeup was running down her cheeks and made her look like the undead. Her eyes showed a hint of pain, but it passed fairly quickly and she gave him a venomous look.

"What do you want?" she growled while brushing tears from her face and smudging eye makeup across her cheek.

"You to stop putting on such a scene. It's bad enough to have to look at you without having to hear everyone talking about you." Sarah rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Sorry I'm such a dissapointment, Dad." Snape fliched as though she had said the name 'Voldemort'. She turned and left quietly through the portrait hole. Once inside she flung herself into a chair and groaned, soon drifting off to sleep, watching the flames dance in the fire place.