I forgot to mention, this during the trio's third year because all the other years Snape seemed alittle too mean to be a bigger brother. So Lupin is in this one.

Chapter VI

He woke at the usual time, around 5:45. He yawned and stretched. His room was dark until he turned on the bedside lamp. It was still dim, since his chambers were in the dungeon. He stood up and stretched again; he was getting old. It seemed like every bone in his ached. He dressed and brushed once through his hair; he looked tired and sickly. He closed his bedroom door and walked to his sister's room; the door was shut. He opened it to find a made bed and the bedside lamp was on.

"Sasha?" he called, walking into the room; it was empty. He closed the door behind him and walked to the hall bathroom. He knocked on the door; there was no reply and light wasn't on. The hall door was open though. He walked into the sitting room.

"Sasha?" he called again. There still wasn't a reply. He turned on the light and looked around. She was laying in his chair, curled up, asleep. She was holding her doll and a kid's book.

He kneeled down and and stroked her hair. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She looked at him and yawned again. He smirked and cocked his eyebrow.

"Good morning." he said, chuckling softly. She smiled weakly and stretched.

"I'm sorry. I woke up and you were still asleep. So I decided to sit here and wait." she explained, seeming uneasy.

"That's quite alright. How long have you been up?" he asked, moving to sit on the edge of the coffee table.

"Two hours." she replied, sitting up straight.

"Wow, you beat me." he teased, patting her on the knee. He took the book from her and read the title.

"Cinderella?" he read, looking at her oddly. She grinned and took it back.

"It's my favorite." she explained, dusting off the cover.

"Oh, I see." he laughed. He stood up and walked to the book shelf.

"When is breakfast?" she asked, sitting the book down.

"Seven." he answered, taking a thin old book down from the forth shelf. He handed it to her. The title read "Puss in Boots". She looked confused.

"My favorite." he replied. She walked back to the chair and sat down.

"Can I read it?" she asked. He nodded.

Part two

The corridors were empty again, everyone was probably already in the great hall. She followed beside him, haveing to skip to keep up. He led her through the teacher entrance, behidn the staff table. She held back, just like she did with the headmaster.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"What if they don't like me?" she asked, holding her doll. he took a deep breath and kneeled down to her level.

"We went through this with the headmaster, remember?" he asked. She nodded.

"And that turned out fine. So will this." he added, taking her hand. She smiled and followed him. A couple of the teachers turned to look, but there was nothing attract attention from the students. She hid behidn his leg as he walked to his chair and sat down. He pulled out the empty chair besdie him and helped her up.

"Hello. You must be Sasha. I'm Professor Sprout." The older, chubby witch introduced, smiling at the little girl. She smiled back and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't worry, Sasha. It's alright." he whispered, patting her hair.

"She's adorable, Severus." Prof. Sprout commented, looking at him. He nodded and pryed her hands off his arm. She let go, but still seemed uneasy.

"Hello, Sasha. I'm Prof. Lupin. It's nice to meet you." The werewolf said, leaning over so he could past Prof. Sprout.

"Hi." she replied, her voice barely more then a whisper.

"Who's the little girl?"Harry asked, looking at the table. Ronshrugged and returned back to his plate. Hermione looked up and then turned to look at them.

"That might be Prof. Snape's little sister, Sasha, I think. I heard a couple of the professors talking about it yesterday." she said, eating her eggs.

"You'rejoking." Ron said,forgetting about his food.

"Are you sure, she looks too cute to be related to the bat of the dungeons." one of the Patel twins asked.

"I thinkso." she replied.

"They do lookalike." Harry muttered, turning back around.