Outofthisworldgal: I like to think that Severus knew about the Polyjuice potion as soon as Hermione turned up in the hospital wing with her rather feline condition lol. The ingredients had gone missing and the timing would've been spot on. I'm sure he brewed the antidote for her and all that. :)

victoria cullen34: Well this is the last chapter for her first year and it is a tad longer than usual. :) Enjoy!

sm3xyluvv: Thanks for commenting! :) I don't plan on leaving this story unfinished lol. It would bug me forever. I've only left one story go unfinished for a while and it still bugs me and I do plan on finishing it at some point. There may be a week or two where I don't post just because of work and life happens, but I'll never leave it undone.

.Dollface: Thank you so much! The first chapter was the initial inspiration for the whole story so I just had to start with it and I couldn't just leave so much between that and the school years plus I thought it would give a little insight into how Severus adjusted to being a parent :)

December 1992 – May 1993 (First Year)

There was a third attack before Christmas. The day after the dueling club, the same boy from Hufflepuff was found petrified along with the ghost of Nearly Headless Nick. They decided to put it out of their minds for Christmas.

The Great Hall was completely decorated as usual. This year, there weren't as many students staying because of the attacks. Olivia was surprised that students hadn't started being sent home because their parents were too worried to want to keep them there.

Draco and Olivia sat amongst the other Slytherin students that stayed. The feast went on as usual with a wide spread of ham, goose, roast potatoes, and plenty of desserts to choose from. When they had their fill, Draco went back to the common room to get his gifts ready to owl while Olivia went for a short walk outside.

A blizzard had swept through the week before, but everything seemed calm for the moment. There was plenty of snow to trek through. As she made her way back towards the castle, she thought about the attacks even though she and Draco agreed to forget about it for a time. All the victims had not died; they'd been petrified. The basilisk was said to kill on sight. How was it that they had been petrified?

As she was about to walk past the Great Hall, she saw Potter and Weasley whispering behind a statue in the corner. They levitated two cupcakes in the corridor. Olivia paused, peaking around the corner to watch what they were doing. She saw Crabbe and Goyle come out of the Great Hall with armloads of sweets. The two stopped when they saw the cupcakes.

When they grabbed the cupcakes, Olivia almost stopped them, but she wanted to know what Potter's plan was. She briefly wondered where Granger was when she saw both boys collapse, fast asleep. They dragged the two into a nearby closet after plucking out some hair. That's who was brewing the Polyjuice potion!

Olivia saw the closet door shut and she walked past the Great Hall and down towards the dungeons. If Potter and Weasley were going to disguise themselves as Crabbe and Goyle, there's only one person Potter would want to be going to. She had to warn Draco.

Coming into the common room, she found Draco wrapping something in a tiny green box. He startled when he saw her storm in. "I thought you were out walking," he said casually.

"I was," she said, catching her breath. "I saw Potter and Weasley in the corridor. They tricked Crabbe and Goyle into eating drugged cupcakes and hid them in a broom closet, but not before taking some of their hair. Granger wasn't with them. They're the ones brewing Polyjuice, Draco, and if they're disguising themselves as Crabbe and Goyle, they'll come here."

She watched as he put all the pieces together, coming up with a plan. "I'll head them off, bring them back here, give them a little show. You stay here and observe them. I want to know what they're up to," he said as he left his things on the table and set off to find the imposters.

Olivia ran up to her dorm and got a book so that she could sit by the fire, pretending to read. Paying close attention, she watched the boys as Draco brought them into the common room and they sat down on the couch. It was obvious they thought Draco had some information, but he gave them no clue to the information they had and even went as far as trying to get a rise out of them by talking about Granger.

When they fled the common room, Draco gathered his things and motioned for Olivia to follow him up to his dorm. She sat on his bed and waited as he put the gifts away. "What do you think?" she asked him.

"They're apparently hunting for the same information we are. Potter is obviously not the heir, but he does speak Parseltongue so he's the one that can open the chamber," he said, sitting next to her.

"They thought you were the heir," Olivia suddenly realized.

Draco sighed and fell back onto his bed. "Yeah, I know. It's kind of a compliment, I guess," he laughed. "They certainly have no reason to believe otherwise."

"So, they're looking for the chamber and the heir, we know Potter can open the chamber, but we still haven't figured out why it is the basilisk if the victims are only being petrified," she explained.

"Well, there has to be something we've missed."

"We swore we'd forget about all this for Christmas," she laughed, poking him in the side. Draco laughed and agreed. "We should go owl our gifts to your parents and I need to send Muninn to deliver cards."

"Alright," he groaned as he got up from the bed.

She had mostly painted cards for everyone, having gotten comfortable with her art and calligraphy. Sending most with Muninn to deliver, she chose to have the Malfoys' sent with Draco's owl. The only gifts she had left to give were her dad's and Draco's.

Both Draco and Olivia had their dorms to themselves for the holiday seeing as all of their dorm mates had returned home. When she woke up on Christmas morning, she grabbed Draco's gift and went up to his dorm, bouncing as she sat on his bed.

"Happy Christmas!" She laughed as he pulled his blanket over his head. "Come on, just open your present from me and I'll let you go back to sleep," she said as she put the wrapped gift on his chest.

Draco groaned and he sat up, pushing himself back against the headboard. His hair fell around his face as he felt of the package, trying to guess what it was. He tore off the silver wrapping and pulled out a package of licorice and an envelope. Inside the envelope was a watercolor painting of a dragon in black and greens.

"Cool," he said smiling. "Thanks." Draco went straight to the candy, and chewed on the end of a piece of licorice as he opened the drawer next to his bed and took out the small green box tied with silver ribbon.

Olivia untied the ribbon and pulled the lid off the box. Inside was a small-sized pocket watch made as a pendant. She smiled, seeing her initials engraved on the inside of the watch. "Thank you, Draco."

"It's to go with the snake on your necklace."

"I love it," she said, putting it safely back in the box. "Shall we go see what else we got?"

"Might as well. I'm up anyways," he sighed.

Under the tree in the common room, Olivia pulled out the gifts to them and they sat together to open them. The Malfoys had got her a new coat, the fine wool and cashmere blend was so soft to the touch and the emerald green color made her smile. She was in awe over the Slytherin socks the headmaster knit for her and she showed them proudly to Draco who seemed rather jealous. Professor McGonagall got her some more stationary and she got another, more advanced, herbology book from Professor Sprout.

"What are you doing for the day?" she asked him as he finished opening his presents.

"I'm not sure. I may just relax in bed; take advantage of the fact no one else is there," he laughed. "You going to see your dad?"

"Yeah, I'm going to get ready so I can go. I'll probably be waking him up, too," she said, gathering her things before heading upstairs.

Olivia just put on something casual and went to her dad's quarters with his gift. She walked through the portrait and was slightly surprised when she saw him awake and sitting on the couch, coffee in hand. Plopping onto the couch next to him, she handed him the carefully wrapped, very thin package. "Happy Christmas, Daddy," she said smiling.

Setting his coffee onto the table, he untied the twine and pulled off the paper gently. Settled onto a thicker, sturdier matte board was a piece of parchment. It was on the larger size, approximately a foot in length. On the parchment, Olivia had rendered a very accurate painting of aconite and it's many useful parts, including the flower, the leaves, stem, roots, and seeds. The heading on the page was Aconitum, carefully written in a delicate calligraphic type. Underneath the heading, she'd written some other known names followed by a description of the plant and it's uses. While the page was created as an art piece, the accuracy had merit for a text. He thought of his own gift and breathed a slight laughed.

"What is it?" she asked, seeing his amusement.

"Open your gift," he drawled, pointing to the package on the mantle of the fireplace.

She retrieved it from the spot and tore it open. As she sat back onto the couch with the large book in her hands, opening it, she laughed. Page after page were printed artworks of various plants, flowers, and other useful things found in nature. "Great minds think alike?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow at him.

"So it seems," he said, going back to his coffee.

"Thank you, Daddy."

He simply nodded and gazed down to study his gift more, appraising the artistic talent. It was something entirely her own. While he certainly had the eye for it, he never had the motivation for such things as drawing and painting. Lily could barely draw a stick figure, let alone a fully detailed plant with such careful lines and coloring. Olivia had something that was only hers.

"We have got to be overlooking something, Draco." Olivia was getting impatient trying to figure out the petrified victims. They hadn't noticed Potter or Weasley going into the girls' bathroom anymore, but they were too wary of Moaning Myrtle. If the ghost were to see them snooping about, she'd likely wail it to the next person to walk in. Granger hadn't left the hospital wing in over a month after her incident with Polyjuice potion. Olivia and Draco had a proper laugh at the so called "brilliant" witch's mistake.

Not to mention, with Lockhart's extreme Valentine's Day ordeal, there were way to many people in the halls and too many teachers keeping an eye on the gross amount of snogging going on, they just hadn't had the opportunity to investigate further into the location of the chamber. Now, Easter was getting closer and they both were worried.

Part of them thought it was a good thing that there hadn't been any attacks since before Christmas break, but that also made them believe that whomever was behind the attacks went home for the holiday break. The other part of them was concerned that the next attack would be much more carefully thought out because, clearly, the person hadn't thought about the chances of the victims being petrified either. If someone were sending a basilisk after people, chances were, that person had full intention to kill.

"Let's think about each attack, see if there's a correlation between them," Draco said, thinking pensively.

Olivia took out some parchment and her quill, dipping it into the ink. "Ok, first attack was on Halloween night, probably while everyone was having dinner in the Great Hall."

"Potter wasn't," Draco noted.

"I think I heard he was helping Lockhart with fanmail."

"Figures," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Mrs. Norris was petrified. It was outside that girls' bathroom. What else?"

"The writing on the wall was in blood, but no idea where it came from," Draco mused.

"There was water all over the floor," Olivia remembered, "but Myrtle floods that bathroom all the time."

"Ok," Draco started, leaning back against the arm of the leather couch, "second attack was after the quidditch game, after hours probably. What was that boy's name?"

"Colin Creevey. He's in my year."

"We don't know where it happened or what the scene looked like, though," he thought. "Isn't that the kid who always carries around that bloody camera?" Olivia nodded as she wrote down the facts. "Annoying that one," Draco continued, "like a yapping puppy dog."

She couldn't refrain from practically snorting at his accurate analogy. "Third attack was after the dueling club," she said, still laughing a bit.

"The Hufflepuff boy that the snake went after, right? Nearly Headless Nick was petrified, too, but I suppose you can't kill a ghost."

Olivia looked at her notes. She thought about every single detail in her mind. The blood wasn't at the other attacks, only the students had blood status in common, but that didn't explain Filch's cat or the ghost. "On sight," she whispered, staring curiously at the list.

"What?" Draco asked, leaning forward towards her.

"The basilisk kills on sight," she said, a dawning realization coming over her. "We are idiots! It's bloody obvious! Look," she spun the paper around, pointing each instance out to him. "Water on the floor, Colin's camera, and Nearly Headless Nick. Reflection, lens, ghost. They didn't outright see the basilisk, only it's reflection or through something else."

"You're brilliant!" Draco praised, pleased at her deduction.

Olivia sat back in her chair, chin up. "Snape. Slytherin," she stated smugly and they both laughed at her. "So, now what do we do?"

"I don't know. We still can't get into the bathroom without at least Myrtle noticing, we don't know how or if it's even possible to seal off the entrance for good, and we have about two months left to do something."

"And we can't just tell someone because the whole purpose of this is to keep your name out of it," she sighed. "My name will automatically be connected by association, also."

"Bollocks," Draco groaned. "I'm only seeing one way out of this." He put his head back against the back of the couch.

"Uh oh. What is it?" Olivia waited for him to elaborate.

"Getting the information to Granger. We need to plant it on her or leave it somewhere for her to find and we can't be connected to it."

"The library. Do you think just the page will do it? I have that old hand mirror Pansy gave me years ago. That should give her a clue, too," Olivia offered.

"Though I'm loathe to say it, if anyone besides us can figure it out, it'd be Granger." He paused a moment, "What do you still have that thing for?"

"Aunt Cissa removed the cheesy complimenting charms from it and, though I'm loathe to admit it, it was actually pretty even though I know it was probably the cheapest last minute gift they could find."

Almost a week had gone by and they hadn't seen Granger in the library hardly at all while they were there and, when they had, she left shortly after they arrived. However, on Friday, Olivia walked into the library with Draco. They passed Granger who was deep into researching for an essay apparently. She hadn't written very far down the parchment so it was likely she would be there a while.

They found a table between shelves that was across and behind hers. Draco sat next to her and they each pulled out their respective homework to work on as they waited. He rose from his chair and set off to find a book.

When he returned, he put the book on the table, a small text on monstrously sized creatures. They planned to stick the book page he'd taken from Florish & Blott's into the book and have Granger find it somehow. All they had to do was wait for her to leave her table for a time.

Draco worked on a potions essay while they waited and Olivia simply focused on studying for her exams. It was some time before they finally noticed movement at Granger's table. She was closing up the two books, getting up from her seat, probably to return them to the shelves.

Taking the opportunity, Draco stood quickly, but silently. He grabbed the book and inserted the page. Grabbing the hand mirror from Olivia, he looked around, making sure he wouldn't be seen before walking over to the table. He discretely put the book down on top of the notes laid out on the table and tucked the mirror into Granger's bag that laid open on the table as he passed. Draco continued down a shelf and pulled a random book before returning to their table.

A moment later, the girl came back towards her table carrying three or four different books, but she stopped still when she saw a book on her table that she hadn't put there. Draco and Olivia focused intently on their own work as they knew she would be looking around for anyone that seemed to be watching her or acting suspiciously.

Olivia heard as she pulled out her chair and they watched her eye the book carefully before picking it up to examine the cover. As the girl thumbed through the book, she stopped as she saw a torn page that had obviously come from a different text. They knew the moment Granger took the hint because she hastily got up and set off towards the catalog probably in search of more information on basilisks.

They went about their studying for a while before retiring to the common room. Granger was still pouring over many tomes when they left. Olivia hoped she found the mirror. If she stayed much later, she'd need it.

The next morning, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were getting ready for their quidditch match while everyone else was quietly finishing their breakfast. Olivia couldn't help but notice that Granger hadn't showed up for breakfast. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were also not present, but that hadn't worried her much since their houses were playing quidditch that day. Perhaps Granger had just gone to the pitch already.

There was some commotion in the halls as they were heading back to the dungeons. Draco and Olivia both head a few of the boys in Gryffindor complaining about quidditch being canceled. She gave Draco a worried look. A couple of Slytherin girls were walking past and Olivia caught one of their arms.

"What's happened?" she asked the girl, probably two years ahead of her.

"Another attack, I think. No one's said who, though," she answered her housemate. Olivia nodded her thanks. She knew without even having to hear it. Granger had been attacked.

"Now, what?" she asked Draco, frantic, once they got back to the common room.

"We'll just have to wait it out," he said, falling onto the couch. "We don't know who it was yet. There's nothing we can do, anyways."

Olivia sat on the opposite couch. Taking a breath, she realized he was right. What could they do? She just had to hope that, if it was Granger, she found a way to get the information to her friends at least. "If there's another attack or if nothing is done before the end of the month, I just tell Daddy. Agreed?" Draco nodded, knowing it was a last resort.

That evening, their Head of House came in and announced that a new curfew had been put into place. He explained to them that, from then on, no student was to be anywhere alone and must always be escorted by a teacher. They were told that they were not to leave the common room without notifying him first and, in the morning, he would escort everyone to breakfast. From there, each teacher would escort their respectful classes to their rooms. He'd also confirmed that it was, in fact, Miss Granger who had been attacked.

As time went on, things only got worse. Draco's father had apparently used his own influence among the school board to have Dumbledore removed as headmaster. Plus, Hagrid had been taken to Azkaban! Olivia and Draco couldn't even begin to guess why. Rumors of the school being closed were running rampant and everyone was starting to worry about it.

The last weekend of the month, Olivia couldn't sit still. She could tell it was making Draco nervous so she sat on her hands. "I think I'm going to go see Daddy," she whispered. Draco looked at her questioningly. "I won't say anything yet, but I want to get an idea what the teachers know, if anything."

"That might not be a bad idea," he said, sitting up.

Olivia went over to the portrait that led directly to their Head of House's quarters and gave the password. The portrait swung open and there was a small hall that led to a heavy wooden door. She knocked, hoping her dad was in. Without having to wait long, the door opened and he stepped aside to let her enter.

"I wasn't sure you would be in since it was fairly early," she said as she followed him into his private lab. Seeing the mass of chopped mandrake on the table, she saw why. "Need some help?" When he pointed towards the mandrake, she went about chopping the roots into finer pieces in preparation for stewing. "Daddy?"

"Hm?" he answered amidst counting the stirs.

"Are they going to close the school?" she asked worriedly.

"I sincerely doubt it," he assured her as he moved to the next cauldron.

"Does the headmaster know what's going on?" Olivia wanted to get straight to the point, knowing her dad hated beating around the bush.

He stopped after the last stir and gave her a knowing look. "You'll find, Olivia, that the headmaster knows far more than he lets on. I have offered my opinions and he has assured me that everything will turn out according to plan."

"According to plan?" Olivia knew the way her dad spoke. When he said he had "offered his opinion," it meant he had given the information to the headmaster about whatever it was that was brought into Hogwarts. However, when he said "according to plan," she wasn't sure what he meant by that.

"Did you know that even I have never won a chess match against Albus?" he asked her.

Her eyes widened. So, the headmaster had planned every move that was made. Did that also mean that he knew she and Draco knew about the basilisk and the chamber?

"Did you also that a father knows when his own daughter keeps secrets?" he asked, his tone lower. Meeting his gaze, she tensed, thinking she might be in trouble, but he only raised the corner of his mouth the tiniest of fractions before going back to his stewing mandrake. Olivia was about to speak when Professor McGonagall's voice echoed throughout the place.

"All students are to return to their house dormitories at once. All teachers to the second floor corridor immediately."

"Is it another attack?" she asked him as he cleaned his hands.

"I'm not sure. Stay here. I trust you can continue stewing the mandrake until I get back. Draco can come in here if you like, but no one else," he instructed before he left his quarters.

Olivia continued to stir the cauldrons and chop the remaining roots. She thought about all the information she'd just attained. Dumbledore knew exactly what was going on. He knew about the chamber and the basilisk and it was likely he knew exactly who was doing this. The biggest question was why he hadn't done anything about it? The other was that her dad knew she and Draco had the same information. She hadn't gotten in trouble for keeping it from him, but why? Did he know that she was only trying to help?

It wasn't long before he returned. He seemed worried, but didn't say anything. Olivia didn't ask either. She just continued to stew the mandrake alongside him in case he had to leave again. As the night wore on, he finally sent her off to her dorm to get some sleep.

Commotion down in the common room got her up quickly the next morning. Knowing it was too early for breakfast, she got up and threw on her robe before going downstairs. Draco was already awake as were most of the boys. He met her at the bottom of the stairs.

"It's over. They did it," he said, relieved that we could finally stop worrying about it all and get back to the way things were. "Breakfast?"

"Yeah," she laughed, heading back upstairs to get ready.

They came into the Great Hall, seeing the vast majority of students were already up and excitedly talking. Everyone was relieved and it showed blatantly on their faces. Nearly Headless Nick was floating along Gryffindor's table, everyone welcoming him back. Draco and Olivia took their seat at their own table before she noticed Granger coming into the Hall.

"Can I have your attention please?" Professor McGonagall got the focus of all the students onto the headmaster as he stood.

"Before we begin the feast, let us have a round of applause for Professor Sprout and Madame Pomfrey who's mandrake juice has been successfully administered to all who had been petrified." Olivia didn't applaud with the rest of the Hall. She was seething at the headmaster for not mentioning that it was her dad who stewed the whole lot of it with a bit of her help. Seeing her dad applauding, however, she figured that the headmaster knew he wouldn't have wanted his name strung about for praise. It only quelled a bit of her anger, though. "Also, in light of the recent events, as a school treat, all exams have been canceled." The Hall broke out into overwhelming applause at that.

The Great Hall doors swung open, capturing everyone's attention. Olivia smiled as Hagrid entered with a quiet, or as quiet as a half-giant could be, "Sorry I'm late." While Draco didn't seem happy at the development, she was. Most of the staff at Hogwarts had been like family to her, not as close as the Malfoys, but still close. She knew Hagrid was innocent and couldn't imagine why they had believed him to be behind it in the first place. He was a gentle man and hated to hurt even the smallest of creatures.

He stopped to speak to Potter and his friends for a moment. Olivia couldn't hear what he said, but Potter stood up, smiling at him, and said, "There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid." She imagined that Potter felt much the same for Hagrid as she did for the Malfoys by the way he hugged the giant. The clapping started from the headmaster, spreading to the Gryffindor table and out from there. Many students stood and shouted. When some of the Slytherin's began to applaud, Draco pulled Crabbe back down onto the bench. She gave him a look and started clapping herself. She was happy they had succeeded and was happy for Hagrid to be back. She didn't see any reason not to show at least that much.