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Emmasnape99: Yes, it is. I love the name Kribbits. It has such a ring to it…-dances off happily singing, 'Kribbits, Kribbits, Kribbits…"- ahem, sorry about that. I also liked the cold and hard thing too. It made me laugh just as I was writing it XD. Yeah, freakishly, it didn't come out. And my email. Well, my parents are paranoid about spam and stuff, so I can't receive any email from anyone not on this allow this allow list, or whatever. It's completely stupid. So I can send emails, but unfortunately, you can't send them back . And if what you said in the Snape family thing is right, you have blue green eyes, are short, and have brown or blond hair (I can't remember). Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the last!
Lady D: Yep, TP fan all the way. I have only one fanfic using her though. Cami of Scanra. Yeah, he probably wouldn't. But there's this weird thing about me. I has name stages. Like, you know, how when you were little, you used to always be a princess, and then you changed to a bunny or whatever? Well, that's what I do with names, and when I started this, I was going through a slight 'Evvy' name stage, while now I like the name 'Sage'. And thank you.
Maliaphire: Thanks. And of course, Kribbits IS the best name. Yeah, I made it so he would. I thought he had been a bit soft through most of the chapter, and I needed to add more menace, do you think? I've seen your reviews for other stories. You seem to know almost all of them. The stories, I mean. Yeah, whenever I read a TP fic, there's somebody, somebody, maliaphire, somebody, somebody…
Dracos-naughty-lil-girl: Nice un, btw. –blushes- aw, thanks. I like mixing touchy-feely stuff, with angst, humor, and romance. I like stories like that. And yes, his house elves ARE educated, but I don't think he educated them himself. Sorry. Anyway, who do you like better, Snape or Draco? Jw…And I don't believe it either. Not because-I'm sorry-I love him, or he's my favorite character, it's because I read a story here called Where Is the 'Malfoy' in 'DA'? and Snape was good. I started believing peoples' thoughts here. That's how I got Draco and He-wait, that'll give my story away! Btw, that is a great story, if you don't mind slashes.
Syl Rose: Yes, I think he's a pretty good character to work with, Snape. He' s like Draco; seems mean and cruel, but if you add a tragic past in there somewhere, you can work with it and make him a great character, kind, and everything. No, Snape is not evil in this story. Yes, I meant it to be that way. At first, I was thinking of changing it, but then I thought that it would get some laughs, so I kept it and add the parenthesis thing.
Jinxeh: True, so true. I'll have to read that story. Yeah, at first, I was going crazy, 'Gryffindor or Slytherin? Gryffindor or Slytherin?' kept running through my head. So I finally went with both. And yes, there will be tons of fun, I assure you! Cheerleaders and jocks…what complete total idiots. It's like you want to scream in their faces, "Football and pom-poms aren't life!" But of course, being the way they are, they won't listen, and will become drunk, beer-swilling, second-hand cars salesmen/prostitutes when they grow up. Excuse me if anybody in fanfiction are one of them, I'm sure you're very nice. Cough-not-cough. Jk. Yes, that is funny. Lol. I think he's a good character to work with, see above review answer. Yeah, Snape is nice enough to keep them clean and educated, but he can't trust them enough to let them go. And yes, we must laugh at the letters…Mwahahahahhaahaaa…excuse me. And sure, I'd look to be in a C2! .
Darkjdeg: Thanks! And they are in sixth. Though I like JK's writing, she needs a teensy weensy bit more humor. So I will give it to her in form of this story. It's not that funny in the first few chapters, as you can see, but when the newspaper comes…dun dun dun dun dun!
Zeetah: Thanks! And Evvy is a name from TP's winding circle books, btw.
Rachael: I can't type your un. It's to long. And the screwing thing, well I thought it wouldn't be bad. I mean, after all, it IS rated T. And my first story sucked so bad it's scary. Don't ever mention it again. I don't wanna go to school! –runs up to room sobbing-
Zerrin of the Wind: Oooh thanks! I love this story too!
Now for the best part: the actual chapter.
Chapter Three: No, tell us REALLY who he is.
Dumbledore hummed to himself absently as he held up a pair of thick, woolen socks he had received for Christmas. It was nice to know that somebody-Madam Rosemerta, it said on the gift tag-appreciated the value of good socks when they saw them. He threw his long silvery beard over his shoulder, but was distracted by a large thump.
He frowned, and stood. A trunk-rather ashy at that-had fallen out of his fireplace. Dumbledore bent down and peered at it through his half-moon spectacles. A trunk? Was it another Christmas gift-albeit a late one? And what could he possibly do with a trunk?
Suddenly a large amount of hacking coughs erupted from the hearth, and Dumbledore straightened. Somebody must have dropped by. But with a trunk?
His eyes beheld a strange sight. The Potions Master, Severus Snape, his black hair streaked with soot, stepped out of the fireplace and into Dumbledore's office, scattering ashes everywhere. A girl, about sixteen by the look of it, stood in front of the professor, looking confused and surprised. She dusted off the black robes she was clad in, and looked around the office, fascinated.
"Why hello, Severus," said Dumbledore pleasantly, hiding his astonishment. It is always polite to act like you are expecting someone, even if they are unexpected, he reminded himself as he kept a straight face. "I wasn't expecting you for a few more days, at least."
"Yeah, well, there were circumstances," muttered the professor, shaking out his robes.
Dumbledore leaned forward. "Such as?" he inquired.
Snape kept his mouth firmly shut.
"And who, may I ask, is this delightful young lady who appears to be so fascinated with my office?" Dumbledore pushed his spectacles further up his long crooked nose and peered closer at her. She had long midnight black hair, creamy skin, and unnatural silver eyes that shined with delight as she leaned forward for a closer inspection of the headmaster's phoenix, Fawkes.
"She's the exchange student," said Snape, and pushed the girl forward roughly, almost knocking her off her feet. She glared at him, and Dumbledore wished dearly to do the same, but he kept his pleasant expression.
"And he," said the girl, jerking her thumb back at Snape, who was giving her warning glares, "is my father."
Dumbledore's eyebrows went up. Way up. "Father?" he said, dumbfounded.
"Father," the girl repeating firmly as Snape sent her a scathing look that could have peeled paint.
"I was under the impression, Severus, that you had no children," muttered Dumbledore, mostly to himself. Unfortunately, the girl heard.
"WHAT?" The girl whirled around to face Snape, her face red. "You told him that-"
"Severus, we will have to continue this conversation later," Dumbledore said, interrupting the girl's rant. "But not now. Need I show you the way out?"
"No," he muttered, and disappeared into the emerald flames.
"How'd you do that?" asked the girl, apparently fascinated by the way he had handle her father.
"Many years of authority, and a good deal of practice," replied Dumbledore, smiled slightly. He reclined back in his armchair. "Please, take a seat," he waved his wand, and a chair appeared in mid-air and settled on the floor with a small bump. The girl took a seat, the angry expression she looked her father with present on her face. "So."
So." The girl shot back, then she remembered that she wasn't speaking to her father. "Sorry," she muttered, hanging her head.
Dumbledore waved his hand. "Quite alright," he said. "You are the exchange student, correct?"
"Yes."
"And Severus Snape's daughter too, I presume?"
"Yes."
"Why did you go to Durmstrang?" At her suspicious look, he smiled gently and said airily, "Just wondering, just wondering…"
"Well, when I had just turned eleven," She swallowed. "My…my mother died, and my father went, well, almost crazy. Her ordered me and my sisters to pack, and her sent us off to Durmstrang. Until this week, I hadn't seen him for five or six years."
"Sisters?"
"They're twins, three years older than I am. Bryony and Amai."
"I give you my regrets," he murmured. Then he added hastily, "For your mother, not the sisters." That made the girl crack a smile. "What is your name?"
"Evvy, or Evumeimei."
"Ah. That was one of my students favorite names. I remember her quite clearly." Dumbledore looked off in the distance, as one often does when remember a favorite, whether it be a cat, or a student.
"What was her name?"
"Sora. Sora Linlo."
"That was my mother," Evvy whispered, and looked away.
"So, so sorry," Dumbledore bowed his head for a moment, then looked up, his face cheerful. "But let's look on the bright side! You're here, aren't you?"
"Yes…"
"So welcome to Hogwarts, Evvy!"
….
They walked down the revolving stairs at a brisk pace, not slowly a bit as the gargoyle that served as a door hopped aside. Evvy craned her neck around the old headmaster, trying to see everything at once. It was just so…so…different. They waited for a moving staircase, then hurried down it, though Evvy had no idea what for.
"Headmaster," she gasped as they continued. "Why are we in such a hurry?"
"Because," he said as leisurely as if they were taking a stroll in the park, "I am hungry, and when one is hungry, they usually hurry to the place where they are going to eat."
"Oh," said Evvy, feeling foolish.
They descended down a grand staircase that looked like it hadn't moved for ages into a large hall. At each corner of the room, stood different hourglass, each a different color.
"Those hold the house points," explained Dumbledore. Then he threw open a large set of double doors.
Evvy gasped. They stood at the entrance of a huge golden hall. The ceiling portrayed a starry sky, and it was so life-like that Evvy felt she could reach up and pluck the moon out of the sky. There was a single gold table in the center of the room, and teachers and a few students were seated around it.
"Welcome to the Great Hall," said Dumbledore, and they walked towards the table, him confidently, Evvy apprehensively. He clapped his hands for attention. "This is our exchange student Evvy, everyone."
There were mixed reactions from everyone. A dumpy teacher in bright green robes gave her a cheerful wave, while the others sat there and smiled awkwardly. A few of the students chorused, "Hi Evvy," like good little students, and went back to eating.
A bushy-haired girl said, looking confused, "I thought she was arriving later," while a red-head next to her elbowed her, and told her that it didn't matter, she was here anyway.
A boy with blond hair and pale skin shouted out, "I knew it was a girl!" to no one in particular, while his friend that looked almost like his twin gave Evvy a small smile and went back to staring at his half-empty plate.
"You may sit," said Dumbledore, stating the obvious.
Evvy spied an empty chair between the shouting blond boy and the bushy-haired girl and quickly plopped herself into it.
"Well, since our honored guest here has no notion of how we do things around here, who would like to give an explanation?" asked Dumbledore, once he too had been seated.
The two on either side of Evvy waved their hands around in the air, sending glares at each other as they did so. The blond boy's friend also raised his hand, though instead of waving it around like a maniac, he was quiet and serene about it.
"Blaise, I think," chose Dumbledore, and the bushy-haired girl and the blond boy put their hands down, looking disappointed, while the boy called Blaise, the blond boy's friend, began to explain about the various aspects of Hogwarts.
Once the boy-Blaise, Evvy supposed-finished explaining about the four different houses, she asked curiously, "What house are you in?"
Before Blaise could speak, Dumbledore said, "This gives me an excellent idea! Why don't we go around the table saying our names, years, and houses?" Everybody groaned, but Dumbledore ignored them. "Blaise, why don't you go first?"
"Blaise Zabini, sixth, Slytherin," said Blaise. He had emerald green eyes, and hair so blond it was almost white. Evvy looked at him curiously, but his eyes were shadowed, as though they held secrets, dark secrets.
"Draco Malfoy, sixth, Slytherin," announced the blond boy who had shouted proudly. He had blue-gray eyes, and while most people would think he was conceited and cold, Evvy saw in his eyes that he was more of a person who tried to live up to expectations, and liked nothing better than fooling around and laughing.
"Hermione Granger, sixth, Gryffindor," said the bushy-haired (it was brown) girl. She had honey colored eyes, which were busy glaring at Draco. Ah, thought Evvy. Our first Gryffindor. She obviously goes by first impressions, and by the look of it, our friend Draco here didn't give a particularly good one. She looked like she liked school a lot. Maybe even a bit more than most.
"Harry Potter, sixth, Gryffindor," said the next boy. He had raven colored hair and bright green eyes. The boy who lived, Evvy mused. Interesting.
"Hey, you skipped me!" shouted the red-head. He had a ton of freckles, brown eyes, and a load of a temper.
"No need to tell us, we're not blind," muttered Draco. The red-head didn't hear him, for he continued to glare at the table. "Well, get on with it!" said Draco, louder this time. "We don't have all day!" Still nothing. "Weasley! You obviously have no voice, as well as no brain, and just like no money!" Draco shouted, thoroughly annoyed at this point.
The boy turned bright red. "Malfoy…" he snarled.
"No need to fight, Ron," said Harry. "Just say what you need to say."
"Ron Weasley, sixth, Gryffindor," he muttered.
Draco threw up his hands. "He speaks!"
"Next, please!" said Dumbledore hurriedly, trying to prevent anymore arguments.
Her Thought-Journal-which was residing in her pocket at the moment-tingled as they went around the table, taking down all the information. After Ron, there was a pompous Hufflepuff, Ernie Maci-whatsit…a few more Ravenclaws, all in second year…another Slytherin third year…another Gryffindor fourth year, and that was it.
"So, Evvy," said Harry as they began eating the turkey, trying to make pleasant conversation. "What house are you sleeping in the first week?" Everyone leaned forward at this, and Evvy felt herself turning red.
"Er…" Evvy said, her mind racing. Luckily, Professor Dumbledore answered that question for her.
"I think her father would prefer her to stay in Slytherin for the first week," he said smoothly. He hadn't realized what a big mistake he had made until after he made it.
"Why? Who's her father?" asked Hermione hotly.
"Welcome to Slytherin!" yelled Draco at the same time.
"What's up with all these 'welcome' things? This is like the fortieth time someone's said that!" said Evvy crossly, as she mentally slapped herself and Dumbledore for that stupid, stupid mistake. She really didn't want anybody to know her father's identity besides the teachers, and now she had no choice."
"Who's your father?" repeated Ron stubbornly.
Evvy looked around uncomfortably, even noticing the teachers looking at her intently. She looked at Dumbledore, and he inclined his head slightly as permission.
"Severus Snape," she said quietly.
Everyone roared with laughter, pounding the table with their fists. Even one teacher that looked quite strict-Professor McGonagall, she thought it was-was smiling slightly.
"Right," said Draco weakly, wiping his eyes. "Now, tell us who he really is."
"Severus Snape!" Evvy repeated loudly.
"Ok, that's old now. Will you please tell us who your father is?" asked Hermione exasperatedly.
"It's true," said Dumbledore quietly. At this, everyone looked stunned.
"She can't possibly-" began Professor McGonagall.
"She is."
"Really?" said Hermione, looking skeptical. "Snape's your father?"
"Professor Snape," corrected Dumbledore, but Hermione just rolled her eyes and waited for an answer.
"Yeah, he is," said Evvy tiredly.
"Then where've you been all these years?" asked Harry.
"Durmstrang."
"Who's your mother?" asked Blaise abruptly. The others looked at her questioningly.
"She…she died five years ago," said Evvy softly.
"I'm so sorry," murmured Hermione, and flung her arms around Evvy. She didn't resist.
Blaise looked horror-stricken at his plate. "I never should have asked,"
"You couldn't have known," Evvy said, her voice muffled by Hermione's robes. "None of you could've."
"I know how you feel," said Harry, apparently trying to appear sympathetic. "My parents died when I was just one."
"Knock it off, Golden Boy," snapped Draco. "Stop trying to get attention. Nobody wants to hear your story again. 'My parents were killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named on a dark stormy night long ago…'" He said, waving his hands around.
"I was just trying to help," said Harry, miffed.
"You don't help. You never help. The only person you supposedly help is yourself as you draw attention to your poor helpless self," Draco said scathingly.
"I take it you two don't like each other," said Evvy, looking at both of them. She had let go of Hermione.
"Make that two," Ron growled.
"Three," added Hermione.
"Oh, this is just peachy," said Evvy sarcastically. "I'm alternating between two rival houses, both of which hate the other's guts, while my father is the head of one. Oh, so grand."
There as long silence as the four glared at each other.
"Well, I'm gonna make you like each other," said Evvy finally, figuring out something.
"Rightttttt…" said Draco, smirking. "And I'm the Queen of England."
"Headmaster, is there a newspaper at this school?"
Dumbledore shook his head, eyes twinkling.
Evvy muttered something under her breath about 'poor, deprived children.' "Well, then I hereby pronounce Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy as the new staff of the newspaper of Hogwarts," Evvy said proudly.
"Done," said Dumbledore, banging his knife on his plate as if he was a judge.
"It's settled then," said Evvy, satisfied.
"I'll be another member, to help even out the Gryffindors and Slytherins," volunteered Blaise.
"Great! Is there anybody else that needs to stop hating the Gryffindors in your house?" Evvy asked him.
"Well, there's one…"
"Oh no Blaise," said Draco warningly. "Not-"
"Pansy Parkinson," all five of them groaned simultaneously, all in the same level of disgust on revulsion.
"That's sounds good," said Evvy. "I'll tell her when she gets back from break. After all, how bad can she be?"
"You don't even want to know," groaned Draco, his head in his hands.
"There will be a meeting of the present staff members in-" Evvy frowned. She had no idea where anything was.
"The Room of Requirement?" suggested Harry. "We can meet in the Hall, and I'll show you guys where it is."
"Perfect! Here, tomorrow, at one o'clock." Evvy then busied herself with a piece of turkey.
"I like the way you think," said Professor Dumbledore. The other teachers were too shocked to speak.
Evvy grinned wolfishly. "Why, thank you Professor,"
The five new-instated staff members knew the sound of doom when it came to it, and scowled.
….
Evvy opened the door to the girl's dormitory in the Slytherin House. The entire room was vacant, as no Slytherin sixth-year girls had stayed. Evvy sat down heavily on the extra bed at the end, looking around her. It was eerily quiet, and she felt alone.
She had an idea, and grabbed her trunk, some sheets, and a pillow, and dragged them out into the common room. She found a large couch near the fire, and set up a bed there. Heading into the bathroom, she quickly changed into a pair of silver and green plaid pants and a plain form-fitting silver shirt (her father had picked out the colors). She then went back to common room, and sat on her 'bed'.
Draco Malfoy entered wearing a pair of green pants-no shirt-and wolf-whistled playfully at her. She whistled back, just for fun.
"Think I'm hot, do ya?" he said, strutting around the room like an over-excited peacock. "Sexy?"
Evvy couldn't help but laugh at him. When he came in front of the couch, she stopped laughing and slapped him on one cheek (on his face, not his ass). He gasped in mock pain.
"Stop living in your dream world, Wonder Boy," Evvy smirked.
"Ooh, jealous," Draco teased.
Evvy smiled sweetly and slapped the other cheek.
"If you weren't a pureblood," he said, half-smiling. (A/N: In my story, the Snape family line is old, and goes back generations, and blah blah blah, you get my drift.)
"But I am. Not to mention the tiny fact that our fathers are pals, and you're my father's godson. Get my drift?" Evvy winked.
Draco rolled his eyes and went back into his dorm.
Evvy pulled her mirror out of her trunk. She breathed on it and said, "Daena." Her friend appeared.
"Hey, I'm at Hogwarts," Evvy said, smiling at her friend's familiar face.
"Sweet! What house?" she asked.
"Slytherin and Gryffindor."
"Huh?"
"Never mind," Evvy laughed. "Here, want to meet two of my friends?"
"'Kay."
Evvy turned and screamed, "Blaise! Draco!"
"What?" said Draco irritably. "I need my beauty sleep, you know." He was followed by Blaise, who as usual, said nothing.
Evvy tugged at his cheek as he sat. "Ah, munchkin, you wouldn't get any prettier no matter how much sleep you had."
"That hurts."
"Too bad."
"Ev?" Daena called from the mirror, sounding worried. "You still there?"
"Whoa, who's this?" said Draco, and he and Blaise peered over her shoulder into the mirror.
"Daena, meet my friends Draco and Blaise. Draco, Blaise, Daena," Evvy introduced.
Draco whistled for the second time that night. "You got a fine friend there."
"You're pretty fine yourself," Daena flirted back.
"Quit it, you guys," said Evvy, smiling.
"Ah, do what you always do, spoil our fun," said Draco, shaking his head.
"You know, even though I've known you for about four hours tops, I could swear that you are two…" Evvy said to Draco.
"Very funny," he pouted, and left.
"Hey, Ev, I gotta go," said Daena.
"Bye." Evvy set down the mirror on the table, its surface now reflecting the flickering embers of the fire.
She looked up to see Blaise sitting in an armchair, gazing into the flames, his emerald orbs glossy.
"Hi," she said cautiously. When he still didn't say anything, she said angrily, "Don't you ever talk?"
"Maybe I wait until I know somebody before I start chattering away," he shot back with surprising velocity, his eyes boring into hers.
"Look, if you think I'm trying to steal away your best friend, seriously, I was just fooling around, okay?" Evvy said, and stared back into his eyes. They shimmered, but Evvy couldn't read anything. Yet again, she got that feeling that he was hiding something, something important...
"Whatever," he finally said, and go up to leave.
"No, wait," Evvy said, desperately wanting things to be okay.
He turned back, surprised. "What?" he asked suspiciously.
"Since we're in the same house, shouldn't we be friends?" Evvy asked.
He sat back down, this time, next to her. "Ok, I guess. SO what do we do?"
"Uh…tell each other about ourselves?" she suggested. It was a stupid suggestion, and they both knew it.
Blaise smirked. "Ok. My name is Blaise Zabini and I'm sixteen years old…"
Ok, pretty long chappy, dontcha think? Anyhow, hope you enjoyed it! And don't forget to press that tiny button down there! XD
Mel