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A/N: I'm sorry bout the cliff hanger last chapter.

Chapter Three: Getting to Know You

Christina woke to the sounds of laughter downstairs. She sat up on the bed she had been laying on. Looking around the room she smiled. It was obviously decorated to suit a girl. However it was a bit over top with the lace and frills. She laughed. At least he's trying. She got up and made her way down to the dining room. She stood in the doorway taking in the sight. Her father and his sons sitting around the table, eating and joking with each other. She coughed slightly to get their attention.

"Ah Christina, good to see you've joined us." The blonde one said, she thought his name was Draco, but didn't say anything in case she was wrong. She moved over to the table and took the seat that wasn't occupied. Severus immediately summoned Notus, his house elf. When the house elf appeared Christina screamed and jumped up and back, knocking over her chair. Draco and Harry tried to cover their laughs, but failed miserably.

"I guess I should have warned you." Severus said. "This is my house elf, his name is Notus, and he's here to look after the house and our needs." The little house elf stepped forward, righted Christina's chair and bowed.

"I's be happy to welcome the little miss to the house." He squeaked.

"Uh Thank you... Notus." She said, her voice shaky, as she took her seat again.

"Christina would you like something to eat?" Severus asked arching an elegant eyebrow.

"That would be nice." She replied. Notus immediately disappeared. A plate of food appeared in front of Christina. She picked up a fork and was preparing to take a bite, when she noticed all three males were staring at her. She put the fork back down. "Yes?" She asked, nervous and embaressed.

"Nothing.. go on eat." Severus said and mentally slapped himself for staring at her. He gave Draco a slight kick under the table, and from the way Harry jumped Draco had done the same to him. They got the message not to stare, and Christina picked up her fork and took a bite. The face she made all three laugh.

"Ugh what is that?" She asked, after politely and discretely spit the bite into a napkin.

" Spotted Dick" Severus replied. He wondered why she was looking at him like that when he remembered, she wasn't English.

" Uh maybe you'd like something else... something you're used to." Severus said. With a wave of his wand the food on her plate disappeared. He thought for a moment and then with another wave of his wand, a sloppy joe appeared on her plate. The look she gave him made Harry and Draco laugh so hard they fell out of their chairs. " You don't like this?" Severus asked, he didn't know much about muggles, even less about american muggles. " Uh could you tell me what you'd like?" He asked prepared to ask for an explanation of whatever she wanted.

"Uhm..." She thought for a moment. " I'd like fried chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuits." Severus was relieved he knew what that was, but wondered why she wanted cookies with her chicken and mashed potatoes. With a wave of his wand the food appeared on her plate. He looked at her face to see if everything was to her liking. She picked up the cookie and arched her eyebrow in an eerie imitation of him. " I asked for biscuits." She said politely.

"Those are biscuits dear." Severus replied confused.

"Forgive me but they look like cookies." She said just as politely.

"Cookies?" He was really confused. Then he understood. With another wave of his wand the cookies disappeared and two biscuits appeared, warm and buttered.

"Thank you." She said. Then she made short work of the meal in front of her, as lady like as possible. Severus noted that she used perfect table manners. When she was done she looked up and smiled contentedly. " That was wonderful thank you." She said. Severus was wondering if all americans were this polite. Draco stood up and looked at Harry.

"Ready?" He asked him. Harry stood up as well, and they were about to leave when Severus stopped them.

"Boys, why don't you take your sister with you, on whatever adventure you're going on." Severus said, hoping she would provide a restraining influence on them. She stood up and joined them, and as a group they went up stairs. He was about to learn how wrong he was about her providing a restraining influence.

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Christina was highly amused by the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. She was trying out everything Harry and Draco had, and more than once they had to stop her from trying the candies. Then the boys decided they wanted to go flying. Christina went out to watch them, and after a bit she wanted to try to.

"Well generally riding a broom requires magic." Draco put, trying to be sensitive to her apparent muggleness.

"Well then I can ride behind one of you two." She said, she really wanted to try flying.

"Uh Harry can take you, he's the better flyer." Draco said, giving Harry a If-She-Falls-At-Least-He-Won't-Yell-At-Me look. Harry gave him a dirty glare before helping Christina get on the broom. He kicked off from the ground, and she threw her arms around his middle to stop herself from falling off. Harry smiled when he heard her gasp of joy. He did all kinds of manuevers, pleased at her little screams of joy. Draco joined them in the air, and they raced. Harry went high into the air, and was performing a tricky move when he lost his grip on the broom. The broom rolled, and Harry found himself being held onto by Christina, who was holding onto the broom by her legs. Her grip was slipping on his arm. Draco come up beside them and was trying to help Harry right the broom. Harry slipped again, and landed on Draco's broom, facing him. Christina was left on Harry's broom. When she realized that she was on her own she started screaming. Severus who had been enjoying a cup of tea, heard her screams. For a second he was paralyzed by fear. She wasn't here more than three hours and already she was screaming bloody murder. He ran out into the back garden, and his heart stopped. He took in the scene above him methodically, Harry and Draco on one broom, trying to help Christina, who was on the other broom, upside down. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't realize he wasn't breathing. Then Christina stopped screaming.

Christina felt instinct take over. She gripped the broom handle and righted herself. Below her Harry and Draco sighed in relief. Then Harry tried to stand up on Draco's broom to get back on his own, but lost his balance and almost fell off. On the ground Severus drew in a great breath, scared to death. Then Christina, looking calm, slowly began to lower Harry's broom. Draco and Harry followed her actions. Within a minute they were back on the ground. Christina was shaking, and Harry and Draco were forcing themselves to breathe properly, the next thing they all knew Severus had his arms wrapped around Christina, holding her like he wouldn't ever let go. Christina squirmed around so that she could breathe. Severus was relieved for about ten seconds, then he go angry.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!" He bellowed at Harry and Draco " SHE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, I THINK I'M GOING TO KILL ALL THREE OF YOU!" He yelled. Then Christina pushed him away and turned around to face him.

"Dad.. dad... DAD!" She yelled, she finally got his attention, and his heart lept when he heard her calling him dad. " I asked them to take me up, it was just an accident. Accidents happen. " She said clearly not afraid of him. He was panting, but he was no longer angry.

"I could have lost you, and I just got you back." He said, his eyes going a little misty. He thought about punishing them, but figured they had been scared enough." Next time you want to fly, I'll take you." He said. Harry grinned at Draco behind Severus' back. They both knew that they could have been seriously punished, and would not be.

The family made it's way back inside. Harry Draco, and Christina immediately retreated back upstairs. Severus settled in to finish his tea, but not 15 minutes had passed before there was a bang, a shriek, and a thud. He knew he should have been annoyed, but he was smiling. He had thought of his daughter often in the last twenty years. Wondering where she was, and who she had become, and hoping in his secret heart of hearts, that he would some day get to meet her. It'll be a pleasure getting to know you my daughter. He thought as he went upstairs to calm his children.