His Daughter

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Soon Martina became bored with the constant start and stop of the conversation. Martina stood up suddenly, bid farewell to the girl and headed over to another table of the great hall. The banners above this one were red and gold, and the crest on their school robes was of a golden Lion. Martina was behind two boys with flame red hair, their heads bent together whispering.

Martina overheard a rather rude sentence that one boy said and laughed shaking her head. One of the boys looked up; his face covered in freckles, and stared at her like she was an Alien. The other boy seemed to not notice her and continued talking. He said something along the lines of "Greasy haired Snivelus," which made Martina erupt into giggles again.

The boy, who still had his eyes glued to her stomped on his brother's foot, "Fred!" Fred looked up angry, "What the bloody hell was that for mate?" But then his eyes landed on Martina and got wide. George, quick to recover addresses Martina. "What are you laughing about?"

Martina smiled and said back with a mischievous look in her eyes, "Your pet names for dearest Snape. It is quite funny, Snivelus is suiting of him. He gives me the heebie-jeebies." The twins turned to each other with an odd look and then back to Martina, for some reason she felt like she was only getting half of the conversation.

"You're the new Slytherin, right?" Fred asked curiously.

"Yeah… So?"

"Well then why aren't you sitting with them?" George asked this time.

"Their conversation is dull and the one with the 'hair as white as snow'' She said in a mocking tone, "is to full of himself to talk to someone the likes of me. Not really sure what I did but it was something to make me lower on the standards around this place."

"Well you're Filches daughter and he isn't much liked by anyone. But then talking to us Gryffindor isn't going to give you a plus at the Slytherin tables."

"As for Filch, I really barely know him. And as for points with the Slytherin Table, well who needs a bunch of greasy kids with their nose to far in the air to see the dirt on their own hands?" Fred and George laughed at her disregard for the Slytherin's and quickly moved away form each other to make room in between them for Marty, pulling her down between them to the table.

"Take a seat…. Uh, waits your name again?" George asked. Fred rolled his eyes and replied for her, "Martina you twit."

She sat down between them and interjected, "Just Marty please."

"Alright Marty, now how much of our conversation did you hear." Both asked at the same time moving in interrogation style.

"Enough to get you in trouble with the headmaster," She said smirking and taking a sip of pumpkin juice. The boys looked worriedly at each other over her head and her smirk grew. "I could tell, if you two would be as mean as to try and push me away simply because of my house. Or I could stay and not tell a soul." She shrugged as if it didn't matter and readjusted her self to look Fred in the eye. "So boys, fred, what'll it be?"

Both boys laughed and George slung an arm over her shoulder. "I like 'er Fred. She's certainly a change from that weasel Malfoy." Marty secretly liked the to of them as well. They were fun animated, and seemed ot never stop smiling as if there was a secret joke between the two of them. The smile was contagious and Marty found a smirk on her own face.

"Now don't do that. You look too much like the Slytherin swine. We do not smirk at the table, we smile with profound stupidity." Marty laughed snorting out pumpkin juice and coughing as she tried to draw air into her lungs. The twins gave her a pat on the back as she regained breath.

"You gits! I am one of those Slytherin swine you so fondly talk off." She said, unexpectedly giving George a death glare.

"W-well um yeah… I mean…" George mumbled, lost for words at this sudden change in her demeanor. Marty wasn't able to hold the guise and her frown twitched up and into a smile and she laughed covering her mouth with her hands trying to muffle it.

"Y-you. You should have seen the look on your face George." She laughed shaking her head.

He looked at her surprised then to his laughing twin. "Wait, you mean… You were joking?" She nodded and turned to the table. She stopped though when she saw a boy across the table was staring at her with sharp green eyes. His hear was unruly, but nothing compared to the intensity of his gaze. She coughed clearing her throat and turned whispering to Fred.

"Um… Fred? Why is he staring at me?"

"Uh.. I don't rightly know. I suppose you could ask."

Another voiced piped in though as a bushy haired girl finally looked up from a thick book. Marty glanced over reading the title, Hogwarts: A History, it read. She looked up at the face and quirked an eyebrow as the girl talked. "Care to introduce us to your new friend George? Fred? Oh whichever one you are."

Marty looked over confused. It wasn't that hard to tell them apart. Fred's face had a more cunning look to it, his eyes slightly angular. She had a feeling he had more brains than his brother. George had a soft look to him; kind and gentle; both twins always looked as if they were ready to laugh though.

"Um, I'm Marty. It's nice to meet you."

"You're the new Slytherin student right?"

Marty shifted uncomfortably, it seemed that now that she had a house it was to be what she was known by and nothing else. "Yes, yes I am. And you're that Gryffindor student aren't you?" She retorted rolling her eyes. Fred and George chortled and Marty gave a small smirk.

The girl shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry. I'm Hermione Granger, and you are Martina Filch. This is Ron," She gestured to an equally red headed freckle faced boy as the twins, "And this is Harry."

"Ron, Harry." She said nodding to each one in turn. She peered at Harry closely than before. "Well, um, Harry. I've heard its unusual for a Slytherin to be over hear but I'd appreciate it if you stopped staring." Harry coughed, turned beet read, and refocused on his dinner plate as if it was homework. Harry had wondered what on earth had compelled him to stare at her for so long. He was annoyed when others stared at him, but he had gone and stared at her.

"Hey what's that there? Is that a scar?" As he had bent down his bangs had shifted showing the jagged scar that cut across his forehead. This would ruin it, now she would stare at him. Now he would just be the Boy-Who-Lived to one more person. "Can I see it?"

"Sure." He said sadly lifting up his bangs with one hand to show her the lightning shaped scar. Ron, Hermione and the Twins half watched expecting the usual gasp and then questioning.

"Wicked scar!" Marty said smiling. "How'd you get it Harry? I have a pretty good one my self, got it when I was little, just born." She turned lifting up the sleeve of her T-Shirt to show a pale scar on her tan skin in the shape of a paw print, with one central circle and four circle over it.

"Wait, you mean you don't recognize the scar?" He asked surprised leaning towards her.

"Uh… No… Should I?" She looked between Harry and the Twins. Ron and Hermione looked up surprised. Hermione took over the situation, immediately quizzing the girl.

"Did you grow up with your father Marty? In the Wizarding world?"

"Uh no. I grew up in the US. I didn't know my father till last week. I didn't even know I was a wizard till a few days ago. Supposedly my mom was one, but it's hard for me to believe."

"Was?"

"Yeah, she died when I was little." Marty took a sip of Pumpkin Juice to hide the slight frown on her face and bit her tongue to keep her eyes from becoming wet.

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Why? You didn't kill her. No reason to be sorry." Hermione was a little surprised by this reply, but figured it was the Slytherin way of dealing with things. And she hadn't talked to many Slytherin's outside of an argument so she wouldn't know. Harry silenced his friend with a glare as he turned back to Marty.

"That's a pretty cool scar you have there to. I got mine in a fight."

"Really? Must have been some fight."

"Yeah it was."

"Did you win."

"I don't know. I can't really remember." Harry felt bad lying to her, but in a way he wasn't truly lying. Just telling half truths. Hermione scowled but he kicked her under the table to keep her quiet. She frowned and returned to her book. Ron sat staring at Marty surprised.

"You might want to close your mouth Ronnikins, you might accidentally catch a fly." Fred said rolling his eyes. Ron wiped off his mouth closing it and became red around the ears. Marty thought these boys did a lot of blushing. It was odd but she supposed she was unexpected here, so they were a little off. The twins beside her froze though as someone walked up and a shadow was cast over her.

She looked up to see pale gray-blue eyes, now filled with anger staring at her underneath blonde bangs. "What are you doing Filch?" Draco said his usual venom directed at someone of his own house.