Um...decided to update since i have the chapter...why not feed it to you all? I appreciate reviews, very much so even if i dont reply!

An hour or so later, Captain Dick got bored, and bending to the will of their son, the elephant and twig decided that it was time for dinner, and whisked Harry away.

Standing up, I waded in the water in an attempt to get the sand off me and out of my bathing suit. It wasn't as helpful as I hoped, but I did get the sand out of my hair.

Wringing out my hair, I walked back up the sand bar to the dry sand. "You've been sitting under the shade all this time! You didn't even attempt to get a tan!" I teased, walking up to my parents.

My mom rolled her eyes. "I don't need a tan. I spend enough time out doors." And she did have a point. Half the year we were outside doing physical defense, meaning she got enough sun.

"It was more directed towards dad, who's still a pale pasty white British guy." I answered, and looked at him.

Dad had his arms crossed. "You're one to talk. You've been under the pier almost the entire time, talking with Potter."

"Oh yes, I wish to go to Hogwarts."

This seemed to stop both of them who were cleaning up. Mom had her entire right arm and shoulder in her bag, and she stopped and turned her to look at me. Dad, who had begun to stand up, stopped and stared.

"Whatever for?"

Dad really didn't like this idea, based off the dark aura wavering off him.

"Well, I have so much quality time with mom, I figure I might as well spend some time with you too."

Dad stood up fully to his six foot three height. "And that's the only reason?"

I shrugged. "Well, that and to protect Harry from you skinning him alive."

He gave me a hard glare, but I didn't break under pressure. Finally, he sighed. "I will need to consult Dumbledore first. With there being only a few days left of the break, you may not be able to. Then, I can skin Potter all I like."

I rolled my eyes, and helped them clean up.

About ten minutes later, we had everything packed into a beach bag with an extension charm on it. Dad grabbed both of our shoulders and popped us back to his home, the one that he kept hidden from Death Eaters.

I knew about Dad being a spy. He had to admit to it, when I wanted to go to the beach a couple years back. He hadn't wanted to go, and he finally explained that he couldn't have his mark showing.

After finding the right color, I showed him the power of TruBlend and powder, along with an anti-fade charm from mom. He had to grudgingly agree that make up did have a purpose. Not that it needed to be on my face though.

Stepping into the house, I passed through the living room to get to the stairs.

It was only after crossing the room that I noticed a person had been sitting in there.

Peeking my head around the frame of the hall, I saw Professor Dumbledore sitting in an armchair, focusing intently on a knitting magazine.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." I said, and his concentration on the magazine broke. I was surprised it hadn't spontaneously combust under his gaze.

Dad and Mom stepped into view of the living room after hearing me greet the professor.

"Good afternoon, Evangeline." Dumbledore said, standing up.

I pointedly looked at dad. "Don't forget my request."

He waved me off, and I did as so, heading up to take a shower and get all the sand off me.

Walking across the hall after turning the water on, I heard a pop, meaning Dumbledore had dissapparated. The voices belonging to my parents began to waft up, and I stopped moving to hear them.

"…let her go." was the end of my mom's sentence.

"It could be dangerous for her." Ah, so dad didn't want me to go.

"Severus. She made a valid point. She's always with me. Despite that I'm not going to see her for three months until Christmas, I do want her to spend sometime with you."

"She wouldn't be able to. If we give her the last name Snape, the risk of her becoming a potential target rises considerably." Dad said, annoyed. "Karen, I don't want to put her in harms way."

"Or you don't want to risk your only child getting Gryffindor." Mother said, and I heard a light laugh. "Beside's, she can keep my last name."

"Karen, she wouldn't be able to spend time with me. She'd be concentrating on her studies, and if she did spend time with me, then rumors would undoubtedly spread."

"Yes, and? She's strong. There were rumors that she had something going on with her best friend. Just to prove it to everyone that she wasn't she took veriteserum." Dad didn't reply immediately. "And god knows how much she wants to get out of an all girls school. I think she may seriously be considering becoming lesbian."

I knew that would get to dad. As much as he had nothing against gay or lesbian people, he did want a grandchild to carry out his name.

Finally, he caved in. "Fine, we will allow her to go." He was quiet for a moment as I smiled goofily to myself. I fist pumped the air in happiness. "Are you happy with that decision Evangeline?" Dad yelled up, and I darted off down the hall on the top floor, and shut the bathroom door behind me as quietly as I could.

Being giddy, I rushed through my shower. I swear after I was done, I had brought half the beach with me based off what was in the tub.

My mother was walking down the hall when I darted out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel.

"Oh, you're getting out already?" She looked down at her watch. "It's only been ten minutes. I thought you hadn't even gotten in."

I smiled at her. "I want to go to Diagon Alley! So, if I hurry up, we can still go for dinner too!

She rolled her eyes. Since neither of them actually did anything at the beach, they were set and ready to go. "You know, you're father wouldn't be able to take you. He cant be seen with you in the public Wizarding World."

I pouted. "In America, it's called the Witching World."

"Well, studies have shown that there are more witches there, and the Ministry of Magic originated here, in a time where men were dominant over women. The only reason women got to go to schools like Hogwarts was so that men could mate with someone of their own race." Mom said, giving me a history lesson. I made a face.

"Mom, history is not my best subject." I pointed out kindly. "So, can we go for dinner?"

She sighed, but I knew she wouldn't cave like dad. "How about we go for lunch tomorrow? With it being Monday, hopefully it wont be as crowded."

Nodding vigorously, I ran into my room. I was surprised mom had caved so easily.

Getting dressed in comfy pajamas, since it appeared we wouldn't be going anywhere, I walked down stairs, rubbing a towel vigorously in my hair.

Plopping myself down in the living room, I was finally relaxing in the nice chair when there was a pop that startled me half to death.

Looking, I saw it was once again Professor Dumbledore.

"Eh, nice to see you back Professor." I blinked. He was wearing what appeared to be night robes. "Did you plan on staying the night?"

He gave a chuckle. "No, Evangeline. I doubt your father would be pleased with those arrangements." He gave me a smile. "I do like the ducks on your pajamas though."

I blushed a little from the awkwardness of it. It wasn't everyday that a…I wasn't really sure how old he was….maybe two centuries or so? Well, anyways, it wasn't everyday someone saw me in my pajamas. Much less it being an old man who also complements my duckies. "Uh…thank you? I guess."

He laughed, and dad came into the room. He was back to normal, wearing a pair of black jeans and an AC/DC shirt. I began humming 'Highway to Hell', the song forcing itself into my head.

"We've agreed that she can go." Dad said, almost as if he wasn't pleased with this. Which he probably wasn't. I didn't have a doubt that if I was forced to go back to Salem, that me and Mom would make up a plan to make it appear like I was lesbian, forcing him to take me out as soon as possible. I smiled as it seemed things were favorably going my way.

Dumbledore looked at me, then raised an eyebrow. "You have quite the Slytherin's face." He said, grinning. I quickly arranged it to be sweet and innocent.

"I do?"

Dumbledore's sly grin told me that he knew I was taking after my father. Sticking out his arm, he held out a letter. "Your official letter to Hogwarts."

I squealed and took the letter darting out of the room.

"Evangeline Ambrosia Hearting! You better come get this towel!" Dad yelled.

I was already half way up the stairs. "Thanks for offering Dad!"

Dumbledore chuckled, and dad grumbled something about lazy ass-well, arse-children- and with another pop, Dumbledore was gone.

Reading my letter, I was happy to see that I had at least half the books needed-naturally, the book dad picked I didn't own.

In another note, it said I was cleared of all homework that had been assigned over summer, and that I would get perfect scores for those grades. My grin was almost sadistic.

Running back down stairs, I avoided dad who tried to whip me with the towel, and bounded into the kitchen, making me some amazing frozen Mexican food.

If it isn't clear, i had trouble writing the ending. And my apologies for ooc snape. Review? Tell me what's wrong with it? I fix it?