Hi! I am so sorry about this short chapter, but I must do some serious thinking around this story now. I am not quite sure were I am heading with this. Well, I hope you will enjoy this chapter anyway, bye!

Well, what do you say about this?

Nita woke up two hours later, still tired, but able to think clearly again. She guessed that dinner would be served soon, so she crawled out of the bed and took a look at herself in the mirror. She looked a bit tired and worn, but other than that, she was fine. Her hair was messy, so she picked up her hairbrush and brushed it until she was satisfied, then she gathered it all in a tight bun.

She threw a black school robe over her clothes, not bothering to change them. She slipped on a pair of trainers and stepped out into the corridor.

She could hear people in the common room, so she took a deep breath before walking out.

"Nita!" Lisa had been sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire, and was now running towards her, hugging her close. When everyone heard Susan, they looked up. Terry was on his way towards her, with a worried expression on his handsome face.

"Nita, you're back!" Lisa exclaimed and released her, to Nita's relief. Terry drew her close and she laid her head on his shoulder. "You ok?" she asked, feeling the worry from her friend.

"Yeah, now I am." he murmured, not letting go of her. Nita felt safe in his arms, and she felt a strong urge to cry, but she fought the tears. "And you , are you okay?" She heard Terry ask, and she nodded into the embrace.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"He didn't hurt you?"

"No, he didn't."

Terry seemed surprised at this, and so did Lisa. "What do you mean, he didn't hurt you? What did he want then?"

Nita stepped out of Terry´s arms. "I don't want o talk about it, please." Terry seemed like he wanted to argue but Lisa nodded. "Okay, but you know you can talk to us if you want to, right?" Nita smiled. Lisa understood her like no one else did. "Yeah, can we go, I'm starving!"

The three of them made their way out of the common room and down to the great hall. Terry stayed close to her and Nita fought the urge to smile. Terry had always been protective of her, and she suspected that his feelings for her was something else than just the care of a friend. It was more like love, not the romantically love, but the love of a brother. She could always find comfort in him, and while she loved her other friends, he was the one she could talk to the most, and she was grateful of that.

When they entered the hall, they noticed the gryffindors. They sat tight together, listening to Longbottom while he under hushed tones no doubt told them about what had happened. Nita didn't spare them a glance as she passed, and nor did her friends. They rarely did. They all sat down at the end of the Ravenclaw table, and soon everyone had noticed Nita's arrival.

"Nita! You're back!" It was Claire, a fifth year Ravenclaw that greeted her from the middle of the table. Nita gave her a small mile.

Nita was glad that the Ravenclaws wasn't like any other house. They knew that if Nita wanted to talk about what had happened, she would, and didn't pester her about it.

The dinner ended quickly, and when she was about to leave with her friends, her parents walked into the hall, and when they saw her, they rushed to her side.

"Where did you go? We barely had any time to talk to you!"

Nita grimaced at her mothers stern voice. "Well, I was tired, and I didn't fancy being called a death eater right into my face." She answered, and her father looked dangerous.

"He had no right calling you that darling, but I don't see why you even bother with him." Her mother answered. Nita didn't bother to answer. For the first time in her life, she felt that what she was about to do was disrespectful towards her parents, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Somehow that perfect daughter was on her way somewhere else, and left was the real her, the one who was tired and just wanted to live her own life.

She stepped around them and walked out of the hall, whit her parents staring after her. Walking up the stairs in the entrance hall she heard someone coming behind her and soon she had a strong warm arm around her shoulders. "Are you ok?" Terry asked and drew her close as they continued to walk towards their tower.

She didn't know what to answer him.

"I can't help it. They have lied so much, kept so much from me that I had a right to know, and then they expect me to be just as before. I don't think I can do that."

She could feel Terry nod, and they walked in silence back to the Ravenclaw tower.

Severus added the final ingredients to the potion and swore when the potion turned green instead of clear blue. He turned off the flame under the kettle, and magicked the ruined potion away.

He wasn't able to concentrate, and it all had to do with Demonita Potter. But she wasn't really a Potter, was she? No, she was a Snape.

He had to talk to her, but he didn't know what to tell her. "Hello, I am your father, deal with it." No he had to find a better way. Lily had told him that Demonita knew about the part were Voldemort was her father, but had no information about the second one. So it was up to him if he wanted to tell her or not. If he did, he would have to do it soon, or she would find out some other way, that he was sure of.

Lucius Malfoy stared into the fire, a glas of brandy in his left hand and a book in the other. He wasn't able to concentrate, and the reason was spelled P-O-T-T-E-R, or was it Snape? He didn't care really.

The girl had made quite an impression on him, and if the dark lord was expecting that gilr to side with him in the war, he was mistaken, big time. That girl had a spirit like no one else. Maybe she wasn't that special now, but she would be, indeed she would. And that day, he would be on her side, or he wouldn't like the consequences, of that he was sure.

Well, what did you all think?