Chapter 2

The morning sun poured through the school while students made their way down to breakfast. Lavender, Parvati and Catherine were already close friends. But, as the two had already eaten, Cate sat with Harry, Ron and Hermione as the sixth year schedules were passed out.

"Oh great." Ron grumbled, "Double potions first thing."

"What's so bad about potions?" Cate asked from her spot across the table, "It's a rather good class if you ask me."

"It's more of a problem with the Professor than the subject itself." Harry replied.

"Who's the Professor?"

"Snape." Harry pointed to her timetable. Catherine coughed up her juice when she saw the name 'Severus Snape' staring back at her.

"I'll be back later." She said quickly, grabbing her timetable and rushing from the Great Hall. The young woman walked quickly down the hallway until she reached Professor McGonagall's office. Late in August, before school had begun, Professor McGonagall had allowed Catherine to use her office's fire to travel by floo to her mother.

Stepping inside the office, Cate dropped her school bag and picked up her timetable from inside it. She then reached for some floo powder, tossing it into the fire.

"Number twelve, Grimmauld Place." She said loudly and clearly as she stepped into the flames.

Everything was suddenly swirling and spinning wildly around her, then, it stopped, and she toppled onto the living room of Grimmauld Place. Not even a second after she had stood up, a woman came into the room.

"Catherine?" She questioned, the woman was strikingly beautiful, with long, semi-wavy at the ends, black hair that dropped just above her elbows. It was Catherine's mother. "What are you doing here?" (As they came from Canada, and Elena was put into the Order, she stays at Grimmauld Place).

"I found him."

"Found who?"

"Elena, what's going on?" Reamus Lupin then stuck his head in the door, his eyes stopped on Cate. "Ah . . . this must be your daughter."

"Uh . . . yes it is." Elena then turned back to Catherine. "Who did you find?"

"Severus." The young woman spoke her own father's name with an ice-cold tone in her voice.

"Come with me." Elena grabbed her daughter's arm, pulling her into the kitchen. "Sit down." They both sat. "How do you know it's him? You haven't seen him since you were one and a half."

"This." Cate slid her timetable across the table, pointing at her first class. Elena looked down upon it.

"Well, there's no joke about this." She stated, then muttered to herself. "It's been sixteen years of searching for him. To think, an old death eater, teaching at Hogwarts." The woman looked up suddenly when Lupin walked into the room. "Reamus, who decides who's in the Order?" He paused in his step, stunned by her question.

"Well, it's a matter of choice really. If the person is of age, and has finished schooling, then they're welcome to join."

"Elena, if you're getting any ideas about Catherine, I'm afraid the answer is no." Arthur Weasley spoke up from the other end of the table.

"Arthur." She said sternly, "Think about this. Cate's in the same tower as Ron, Harry and Hermione. She's in all their classes, has contact with teachers, and us. As we just moved back here, no one will recognize her."

"She's not of age." He replied.

"Yes I am." Catherine said quietly. "Professor McGonagall spoke to me before term started, she said that because I was in Gryffindor, and had constant contact with The Order, I was put back into sixth years. She wanted me to keep an eye of Harry Ron and Hermione." Elena looked up at Arthur, a smug look on her face.

"Well?" She asked. Arthur sighed heavily.

"I guess." He gave in. "As long as Catherine's up to it." Cate nodded.

"Then it's all set." Elena spoke. Cate smiled, looking up at the clock on the kitchen wall.

"Oh no!" She cried, jumping up from her chair, "I'm already late!" Cate hurried back to the fire, tossed some floo powder into the fire. "Professor McGonagall's office, Hogwarts School." She stepped into the flames, and after a series of spinning, arrived back in McGonagall's office. Catherine grabbed her bag and hurried out into the near-empty hallway. As it was her first day of classes, it took her a while to find Snape's classroom. By the time she got there, she was twenty-five minutes late. After taking a deep breath, Catherine pulled open the dungeon door, walking into the room.

The entire class looked up, Snape did as well. He seemed to jump a little when he saw Cate standing infront of him.

"How nice of you to join us Catherine." Snape greeted, his voice as cold as usual.

"Good morning to you to Severus." Cate replied cooly as the man's eyes hardened.

"Take your seat." He gestured to an empty desk beside Hermione. Unwillingly, Catherine took her seat.

Inside her head, thoughts were shooting everywhere, about every last thing. It had been sixteen years since Severus had ran out on her and Elena. They waited five days before fleeing to Canada to escape Voldemort. Catherine had grown up without a father, and had to watch her mother raise her single-handed. Which, she had to admit, had been a struggle. Anger filled Cate at this point. Suddenly, the bell rang, shaking her out of her trance. She shoved her books into her bag, and hurried out of the classroom.