Sarah moved slowly to the potions room. She dreaded going in there, but knew she had to. Slowly, she stepped in and to her relief, Snape wasn't in there yet. She sat down and pulled out a book she was reading and remained silent, even after her father walked in.

"They told me to stay here all day," she said softly, not lifting her eyes from her book. Snape didn't answer. He simply went around the room, preparing for his first class. Sarah continued to read, though she had a hard time focusing. Soon, she knew he was standing over her. She looked up at him curiously. "What's the matter? Reading too loud for you?" she said in a grouchy tone.

"I just wanted to see what you're reading." he said as he moved towards his desk. Sarah watched him for a minute.

"Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry." she said softly. Snape looked up at her confused.

"What?"

Sarah sighed. "It's the name of the book I'm reading."

"Oh," he said, going back to organizing his desk. Sarah waited a minute, watching him intently.

"Do you want to know what it's about?" she asked.

"If I did I would have asked." Sarah rolled her eyes, feeling stupid, and went back to her book. Snape took a glance at her and saw she was very black again. She was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up and baggy, ratty, black jeans with pockets going down the legs. From the looks of it, she hadn't showered, or else managed to do it without washing her hair. Around her neck was a metal choker with silver and black skulls on it. The skulls covered over a portion of some cuts and scratches on her neck. Her long, greasy, black hair hung limp in its ponytail. Snape hadn't noticed how long it was. Now that he got a good look, it must have gone a foot below her waist. He also noticed how shockingly thin she was. Her skin clung to every bone in her body. Her arms where white, with bright red gashes and black and blue bruises. It looked like she had been attacked by an animal.

"Please stop staring at me," she muttered, pulling her sleeves down.

"Where did you get those?" asked Snape, trying to keep all concern away from his voice. Sarah looked at him with a face, drained of any emmotion.

"Bud. Since when did you care?" she asked, turning her head back to her book.

"I don't care," he snarled. "I was just asking."

"And what, pray tell, made you ask? You obviously cared to know." Snape rolled his eyes.

"I did not care to know. I just asked."

"Whatever." she muttered. Snape groaned and sat down at his desk. After a while he spoke again.

"So who's Bud?" She cringed.

"None of your business."

"It is if he's beating you," he said without thinking. Sarah looked at him in shock. Did he really care? Suddenly she remembered Bud's warning.

"He isn't beating me. Bud's my cat," she lied. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"A cat gave you bruises?"

"He's very heavy." she said softly. Snape decided not to persue that. Sarah stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Look," she said shakily. "I don't care that you don't want me, okay? I don't need a father."

"And I don't need a daughter." he said firmly. She paused for a minute.

"...but, all I need right now is to know I have someone I can talk to who will listen." Snape looked at her. Once again he caught a glimpse of a beaten and bleeding girl (literally) who only wanted someone, anyone to care. He nodded.

"I might be able to handle that," he said cooly.

She nodded, trying to make it look like she didn't care. Snape looked up at the clock.

"My first years will be here in fifteen minutes. You can either stay and remain silent, or go." She stood up.

"I think I'll wander." she said to no one in particular. She left quietly and walked down the halls. Snape looked up and smirked.

"This may not be as bad as we both thought," he muttered. "But she still isn't my daughter." he added stubbornly.

Sarah wandered around the halls. She smiled to herself. Rhanda may have a lot, but even she couldn't claim to have been inside a castle where her dad taught. Rhanda's dad didn't even teach in a castle. Sarah snickered to herself, and didn't quite pay attention to where she was going until she ran into someone. She fell down and stood up painfully, looking eye to eye with a boy, around her age, with white/blonde hair and silver eyes. "Watch where you're going," she muttered softly. The boy's eyes took a good look at her.

"Who are you?" he said with a cringe. "And why are you dressed like that?" Sarah shrugged.

"I'm Sarah, and this is just my style of clothing." she said firmly. The boy sneered at her.

"Sarah? I've never seen you around here before. What house are you in?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Pardon?"

"What house? Slytherin? Hufflepuff?" Sarah cringed.

"Is there a difference cuz they all sound pretty crackpot to me."

"The group you stay with, idiot!"

"Oh!" she said, suddenly getting it. "Gryffandor." The boy snikered.

"Figured. Though someone with as little intelligence as you should be in Hufflepuff." Sarah shrugged. She was too tired to fight right now.

"Okay. Whatever." she side stepped him and walked away. Suddenly she heard the boy gasp.

"Wait a minute... you're Sarah Snape! Professor Snape's daughter." Sarah turned and faced him.

"No" she said in a sarcastic tone. "According to him, I am not his daughter, and I don't need jerks like you reminding me." The boy snikered.

"Well, you can't blame him, really. I mean if my child was a muggle, I'd probably dump it on the streets too." he said. Sarah couldn't believe it. This guy was as much of a jerk as Rhanda was. Without warning she grabbed the boy by the collar and pinned him against the wall with such fury that startled him. She had gotten him completely off guard which was the only reason why she had managed it though.

"I was not dumped on the streets, okay? I have a home with people that care about me, unlike you!" She let him go. "I don't want to get in another fight so soon, but if you push me again, you'll find yourself laying in a hospital bed so beat up that God himself won't even recognize you! And believe me I can do it." She took a step back and glared at him. "You'll find that muggle methods can be more painful than anything here." She was bluffing, but decided to continue the badass attitude. It made her feel tougher. The boy sneered at her all cocky like.

"Guess I'll have to watch my step then. I don't think you could really hurt me, but I know you could tell daddy and get me into trouble."

"You can say what you want, my dad won't care. And if he did, that would definently be a first. Now excuse me. I need to find the bathroom." She turned and began to walk away.

"Hey," called out the boy. "Don't you care to know my name?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.

"Well, might as well. That way when I gloat about beating you to a pulp, I'll have a name to go by." The boy smirked.

"The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Sarah nodded.

"Well then," said Sarah with a sigh. "I'll just go." And with that she turned and started to leave.

"Hey muggle!" called Malfoy. She stopped, gritting her teeth and turned.

"What?" she hissed. Malfoy smirked, amused, and pointed down the hall to his left.

"The bathrooms are that way." Sarah was determined no to blush and walked past him, muttering things under her breath.

(A/N: The majority of this story is already written and proofread, so would anyone be opposed if I put up 2 chapters a day instead of one? Tell me in your reviews or email me.)