Author's Note: Here I am again! Another day, another chapter. I'll try to make this one longer...it's tough to do though, since I really have no idea where this story is going. Teehee! Well...here's chapter three. Have fun! And I do apologize for taking so long, but you really can't become too attached to my stories because I start and stop and start agin...I'm ridiculous.

To Arica, Princess Of Rivendell: These one word reviews really make me happy. lol As long as they're positive...this chapter is dedicated to you for being the first review on chappie #2!

To Jenna, my exceptionally mad cousin: Snape's a HAWTIE XD

To darkshadowydancer: Yeah...that's how I feel about that story, too. And thanks for the review. I'm glad you find it interesting!

To Dreams of a Tomorrow (Karmin): I'm sorry it took so long to update...here it is, though. Better late than never!

Disclaimer: Do I really have to put a new one at the beginning of every chapter? sigh Not mine.

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There was a loud knock at the door of the Snape household just as Sarah was putting mascara on which surprised her enough to cause her to poke herself in the eye with the brush. The young girl stumbled down the stairs with her eye red and tears streaming from it, and the mascara rubbed all around it in a very unattractive way. She opened the door to see none other than the minister of magic looking straight at her. He cleared his throat, looking at her eye.

"Ah...yes. Miss Snape? I've come to have a word with you...about your father?" It appeared the man was trying to continue acting as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, but it was obvious that her eye distracted him. Sarah continued holding her hand over her eye and offered the man a pained smile, though whether the pain was from her eye or the mention of her father, he could not tell.

"Of course, of course...come right in, sir. Come right in. Please sit down," Sarah spoke as she ushered the minister and two men guarding him inside and offered them seats. When they all seemed situated, she spoke again, "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to go take care of my eye." The men nodded and Sarah rushed out of the room and up the stairs to her bathroom. The pain was beginning to subside and with a wave of her wand, Sarah's eye make-up was perfect. It never occurs to me to just do that in the first place. The witch sighed at her own stupidity and then turned to rush back to the living room where the minister sat talking to the two aurors with him.

"So, minister, would you like to explain to me the situation here?" Sarah began speaking as she summoned three goblets filled with the men's favorite drinks using a silent spell. "I've seen your men and you at least 17 times since the death of Albus Dumbledore. You've searched the house, questioned me, and done everything else you could pssibly do. All I want is to live my life in peace, so please, tell me...what do you want with me now?" Distributing the drinks to the men, the young lady looked at them, her eyes flashing with anger. The minister sat up straighter, accepting his drink.

"While I understand your feelings...you've memorized out favorite drinks by now," the minister lifted his mug as he made the comment. "I have one last piece of business to discuss with you and then you will only see me at our routine check-ups, and I'm sure you understand why those are necessary. But now, Harry Potter needs to speak with you. Due to his...situation, he needs ministry protection when traveling here. We just want to make sure that you'll be willing to discuss things. The aurors who come will be of his choice, naturally..."

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At the Weasley household, Ron and Hermione were discussing matters with Harry up in Ron's room.

"But Harry...why do you need to speak with Snape's daughter?" Hermione looked mildly confused as to why Harry would want to include her. Ron's face held a look of pure disgust, as though speaking with anyone related to their old Professor was a disgusting concept indeed. Harry pulled his shoes on and looked up at the two.

"I've explained this...she could know more about the horocruxes. Her father was close to Voldemort. Even if he didn't tell her anything, she could know." He stood up and looked at his two friends. "If he kept journals or something...any trace that can lead us. I need to try." Ron stood and looked Harry in the eye.

"Look, mate...I understand how you feel about this, but wouldn't the ministry have searched his house for these things already?" Harry turned to face Ron with a look of venom on his face.

"The ministry doesn't understand anything! They didn't believe me until they saw Voldemort themselves, they couldn't save Dumbledore...do they even know the horocruxes exist?" Harry realized he wa shouting and then he backed down. "Look...it'sjust something I think I need to do, okay?" Ron nodded.

"Well," Hermione spoke. "I think it's time we head down to dinner."