Arianna Alexandria Snape was really pissed off. First that bloody ten-legged spider had decided to introduce itself to her. Then it had apparently changed its mind, as the wretched thing had spat her and her knight in wet, slimy robes out, hurtling them like a cannon ball. Speaking of robes, hers was soaked with water and covered in goop. She felt drenched to the bone and cold.

Secondly, the large amount of attention that her Sorting had generated had not escaped her attention. People were so damn nosy.

Thirdly, that plump professor had engaged her in a staring contest. She had won, of course, sealing the deal with her infamous Snape death glare, as Draco called it.

Potter was staring at her again. Merlin, it was as if she had a bright sign on her forehead with the words, "Potter, please stare at me!" splashed across it. Although she really couldn't blame the boy. After all, it must be a bit of a shock to discover that your new classmate was really your dead namesake's daughter. Besides, he was a Gryffindor. As a group, they tended to be overdramatic.

Arianna gave herself a mental pat on the back. She had been right, as always. Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor and she into Slytherin. Scorpious had also been sorted into Slytherin. But that was a given. Her on the other hand, well Arianna would be lying to herself if she said that she hadn't had some misgivings about the Sorting. It was practically guaranteed that Scorpious would be in the house of snakes but Draco kept remarking on how she had some Gryffindor qualities, "Like father, like daughter," he had quipped and said no further on the subject.

Arianna was broken out of her musings by Potter touching her hesitantly on the shoulder. She flinched automatically, her petite frame being unaccustomed to touch from strangers. She didn't have a problem when it was her family but she hated when unknown people came into to close contact with her.

"Are you coming? The Hospital Wing is this way."

Arianna realized that she had been standing in the middle of a corridor for quite some time now. With a slight flush staining her cheeks, she nodded briskly at Potter and then started walking purposefully.

Potter did not even attempt to start up a conversation. Maybe he sensed that she was really not up to talking at the present moment. Smart boy. Perhaps she should give his intellect a little more credit.

"So, Arianna, about the Sorting………"

Perhaps not.

"Not now, Potter."

"Oh, ok, sure. That's cool. I mean, it's fine, really……."

"Cease your babble, Potter. I shall consider breaching this topic after we are dry, clean and fed."

The boy's face lit up like a light bulb. Arianna sneered in her head. He was way too cheerful for his own good. Much too trusting as well. It was a good thing that he had acquainted himself with her. She would be able to keep him from doing anything stupid.

They had reached the Hospital Wing now. Albus held the door open for Arianna, "My, what a gentleman, you are, Potter."

As the two stepped through the doorway, an elderly woman, dressed in a crisp white uniform appeared in front of them.

Before the two students could speak, she began to scold them, "Harry potter! In my Hospital Wing again! I thought I told you to stop looking for trouble! How in Merlin's name did you get yourself covered in slime? And why have you shrunk yourself?"

Albus was flabbergasted. He didn't know what to say. He could see Arianna smirking at him from the corner of his eye, but what was he to do? Interrupting the Mediwitch would be terribly rude and rather foolhardy since she had now warmed up and was now going on with her tirade at full speed. Still, he was a Gryffindor now and Gryffindors were brave, right?

"Excuse me, but I'm not Harry potter," he piped up nervously in a high-pitched voice. Clearing his throat self-consciously, he ran his hand through his slime covered hair, "Harry Potter is my father. I'm…"

"Albus Severus Potter! Merlin be! Of course you are! My apologies, my dear, but you look so very like your father. The spitting image of him!" she smiled at him fondly, then her expression changed as she took in their sodden state," What happened child?"

She didn't give them a chance to reply. As she swished her wand over the wet children, casting several drying and warming charms, she complained, "Why is it that you Potters always go looking for trouble? Like father, like sons!"

Albus began to heartily protest, "I don't go looking for trouble!"

"Trouble finds him. As well as anyone in the near vicinity, as you can see," Arianna concluded, a smirk tugging the corner of her mouth, letting Albus know that she was joking.

"Let's get you two changed into your nightclothes. You will be spending the night here. I want to make sure you didn't catch a cold or anything. I'll have the house elves bring you up some dinner," Madam Promfrey briskly transfigured their now dry robes into comfortable sleepwear and then instructed them to get into a bed each.

After making them swallow a dose of Pepper-up Potion, "Well, spotted, Miss Snape,"she left the room but not before ordering them to go to sleep straight after their dinner.

Soon enough, a house elf apparated into the room with a shark CRACK and served them a mouthwatering feast, despite Albus' protests, "No, really, we can't eat that much!"

Arianna was quiet all throughout dinner and Albus took this as a sign and decided not to push her to talk. Right after she finished her dinner, the Slytherin downed a goblet of pumpkin juice, turned her back to him and proceeded to go to sleep.

Realising that questions would have to wait until morning, Albus resigned himself to a fitful sleep.

"Pssst!" Albus' whisper seemed loud in the dark silence of the Hospital Wing. He couldn't sleep. The excitement of finally being at Hogwarts, the intense relief of being sorted into Gryffindor and the bubbling curiousity would not let him drift off into the world of slumber. He couldn't help it. He was naturally inquisitive.

"Arianna? Are you awake?"

"No, Potter, I am asleep."

"Huh?"

A sigh was had from the girl as she sat up and turned towards Albus. Her expression was resigned as she spoke, "Alright, Potter, what do you want to know?"

The barrage of questions that had been plaguing his mind now seemed to vanish and Albus was left speechless. What was he to ask her?

"Honestly, Potter, are you always this articulate?"

Albus dumbly nodded.

Arianna sighed again and ran her hands through her hair, which had now curled in raven wisps around her forehead, framing her face, "Keep in mind that I do not owe you anything, no explanation or reason, for anything that I do or anything that I say. The only reason that I am even telling you this is because I do not wish to have you pester me with incessant questions.

My full name is Arianna Alexandria Snape. My father was Severus Alexander Snape. Do not ask me about the circumstances of my birth because in that particular aspect, I am as ignorant as you are. Not to mention that that question would be remarkably rude.

I live with the Malfoys who are my legal guardians. In fact, Draco Malfoy is my godfather. I believe that I was named after Albus Dumbledore's younger sister and I carry that name with honor, as I carry the Snape name.

Is that enough to satisfy your curiousity?"

Slowly absorbing what she told him, Albus realized that that was all he really needed. He still had a few more questions, though.

"So, you're a Snape…………………."

"Yes, I am. What of it?" Arianna's neutral tone had now grown decidedly cold.

"You don't have to be so defensive! I mean………"

"So you're saying that you don't get defensive when people see you as your father?"

Albus had no reply to that. He did get annoyed when people said that he was so much like his father.

"You are your own person, Potter and I am mine. We are not defined by the actions of our fathers; we are merely judged on our own actions."

"You're right," Albus agreed, slowly absorbing what she said and accepting it. It was their life and they shouldn't be treated any differently based on what their parents had done. But, he was still slightly confused on something.

"So, what does this mean for us?"

"Us, Potter?" Arianna raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Albus blushed, stumbling on his next words, "You know what I mean! Can we still be friends?"

The Slytherin averted her eyes and spoke carefully, "I don't see why our respective houses should play a factor in our continued acquaintances."

"So, basically, you're telling me that you don't care about Slytherin, Gryffindor, or our fathers because they're not going stop you from being my friend."

Arianna scowled, "Don't twist my words, Potter."

Albus simply laughed and bid her a cheerful goodnight.

A/N – Ok, I'm horrible, I know. I went out of town and there wasn't a computer nearby and my muse decided to abandon me and I had a BF issue so that's why I took so long with this. Extra Long chapter, as an apology. I know that it's only Arianna and Albus' POV but the next chap will be different, I promise. Please tell me what you think of Arianna and if the way I address her as a character is correct. Accept my apologies. I promise that the next chapter will be up in a few days, max. So please REVIEW! I'll update faster if you do! Dedicated to my wonderful beta, RainyDaySunlight.