Disclaimer: Hers is hers, mine is mine.

A/N: Those darned Slytherins, they just don't know when to quit. Eh to clarify Draco was resorted, because it was unsafe for him to stay in Slytherin.

Chapter Eight: Notes and Such.

Christina was very upset. The curse had knocked her out, but she thought that it had been much worse. Severus was very upset too, only in a different way.

"Should have never brought her here, she could have stayed at the house." He was saying to Albus.

"Severus really that would have been unfair to her, she's a young lady, she needs human contact, you can't lock her away until Voldemort is defeated." Albus said back.

"I can try!" Severus shouted back.

"She's not a child Severus, she's 20 years old." That was Minerva.

"SHE'S MY CHILD!" Severus yelled, and for the first time he broke down, he wasn't crying, at least he'd never admit toit, and would prolly murder the person who ever said he was. Christina came into the sitting room and hugged him. "I can't lose you, this world is too dangerous for you. I'll have to send you back to America." He said, and immediately she grew angry.

"BACK TO AMERICA, WHERE I HAVE VERY LITTLE FAMILY, AND NO WHERE TO GO. YOU'D RATHER SEE ME LIVE ON THE STREETS THAN BE HERE WITH YOU? I'M YOUR CHILD, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF ME, NOT TURN INTO A COWARD THE FIRST TIME SOMETHING GOES WRONG!"She screamed at him, and Minerva and Albus could see she clearly had inherited Severus' temper, and ability to throw bloody murder with her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you're right that's not an option." Severus said quietly, not afraid of her, but afraid of the temper she had. He was afraid of the temper, because he possesed one very similar to hers, and knew the consequences of provoking such a temper. He pulled her back into a long hug. When he pulled away he wiped away her tears. "Go on to bed, you should be resting." He said. He kissed her on the forehead and she went back to her room. After she closed the door, she took out her photo album. She stared at the pictures of her family, and she cried long and hard, for the family she was afraid of losing.

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Severus woke Christina gently the next morning. She opened her eyes and smiled. She had been dreaming of her mother, and it had put her in a better mood. She sat up and groaned, her chest still hurt.

"Come on easy now, it's time to get dressed and go down to breakfast. The shower's open." Severus said, helping her stand up. She moved on her own to the closet and pulled out a set of lavender robes. Smiling cheekily she escaped the room while her father groaned at her choice.

Stepping out of the shower Christina felt about a hundred times better. The hot water had loosened the tight muscles in her chest. She stepped into her underclothes, and then pulled on a pair of pyjama pants on. She also put on a tank top that matched the color of her robes. Then she put on her robes. Dad really hates this color. Ah, well Harry and Draco will be amused. Meeting Severus in the sitting room, they walked down to breakfast. She stopped in the hall to talk to Harry, and to be properly introduced to Ron and Hermione.

"I'm Christina" She said offering her hand. Ron shook it, but Hermione hugged her. Christina hugged her back, laughing at Ron's muttered "girls". "Hermione, Harry tells me you take very good notes, you wouldn't have kept them would you?" Christina asked, hoping she had.

"Of course I have. Why?" Hermione asked.

"I'd like to use them. I was never properly educated in the states." Christina said, hoping she wouldn't let on that she hadn't been educated in wizardry at all.

"Of course, I'll send all my notes from year one to year six to you through Dobby." Hermione said, smiling.

"Who's Dobby?" Christina asked.

"A nutter of a house elf who keeps trying to save Harry's life." Ron said sniggering.

"In trying to save my life, he's nearly got me killed, what's it up to now? 6 times?" Harry said. As they all moved into the hall.

"Christina, why don't you join us at our table this morning?" Hermione asked. Christina, who still wanted to know who that boy was, agreed. They sat down at the table and filled their plates. As they ate, Harry, Ron, Draco, who had joined them about five minutes after they sat down, and Hermione talked about lessons. Christina was facinated with the way the British wizard school system was set up. About half way through breakfast the boy from last night showed up at the table.

"Christina this is Neville, Neville, this is Christina, the headmaster's niece." Hermione made the introduction. Christina shook his hand, and he made a few nervous gestures, before turning red.

"My parent's last name were Neville." Christina said to him. He just turned even more red, and went about eating his breakfast. Christina wondered if she had said something wrong. Draco noticed her look and whispered into her ear.

"Neville's a bit shy, and well, pretty girls usually don't talk to him." Christina smiled. She liked shy boys. They finished their breakfast, and went out to the hall. Christina wondered how she was going to get back to her quarters, when Harry snapped his fingers. A house elf appeared, and Harry gave him instructions.

"Dobby, this is Christina, Christina this is Dobby. Dobby, can you please take Christina to her quarters. And then come to Gryffindor tower? Hermione has some things for Christina." Harry said. Dobby hugged him around the knees.

"Dobby is proud to do what master Harry wishes." He squeaked. He led Christina back to her quarters. With a snap of his fingers, he was gone. Christina went into her bedroom and prepared to do some heavy duty studying. Dobby appeared a few minutes later with a large box.

"Dobby is bringing miss Christina miss Hermione's notes." Dobby squeaked.

"Thank you Dobby, that's very helpful." Christina said, giving Dobby a smile, and taking the box out of his hands.

"Miss is kind to Dobby!" The little elf exclaimed and hugged her around her knees."If miss is needing anything, just call for Dobby, and I's will bring it to you." Dobby said.

"Actually Dobby, can you get me a glass of pumpkin juice?" She asked. Dobby snapped his fingers and a goblet appeared on her desk.

"It's charmed miss, so it won't needs refilling." Dobby told her then with another snap of his fingers, he was gone. Christina settled into her chair, sipped her juice and began going through Hermione's notes.