AN-Last update till 2008!!!! Whoooo, I'm partying 2night!!!!!!
Quick recap-
So, girl randomly travels back in time, claims Dumbledore is gonna screw up the future, tells that she once had the hots for Harry, turns out to be Snape's spawn and……refuses to divulge the name of her mother, but we all know the truth that her mother is actually Hermione Granger and admit it, we all knew that Snape and Mione's child would be smart, but this kid is like………Einstein of the witch world. And I typed all that like almost without stopping. WheeeeeW!!!
I also realize that made a HUGE error! Snape wasn't Potions professor in HBP, Slughorn was…oops! Ummmm, but still, he can still be a potions master without being a Potions Professor, right? Well, I say he can, so that settles it! Anyway, I'll figure it out…I hope J
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When Malandra woke up in the morning, she was disoriented to say the least. The room where she was looked like her dorm at Hogwarts but… she didn't recognize any of the people and, were those Gryffindor robes?
Then she remembered, the death eaters, Auntie Min telling her to go back, Dumbledore's office, the veriterserum, and…Harry…
The she remembered Dumbledore's request that she and Harry Meet in his office after breakfast. She got up and immediately began straightening her robes that she had fallen asleep in last night. This presented a problem. Malandra had only the set of robes she had with her, and they were Slytherin robes. She was supposed to be in Gryffindor. Hopefully, when she went to talk to Dumbledore that day he could remedy that; it the meantime, a simple blending charm could make it appear that she had on Gryffindor robes.
After a quick glance at the clock, she rushed down to the Great Hall; she was at least ten minutes late. Once she got there, she glanced around nervously. Normally, she never had trouble finding a seat. She could sit with Kayla or Renee and Jenea the two Weasley twins but now…
"Malandra, over here.' She turned and looked at where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a redheaded girl who could only be Ginny were sitting. Harry had been the one to yell. She smiled as she made her way over to them. Harry smiled and motioned to the seat next to him, "I told the others we should save you a seat,' he said, "Thanks Harry.' she said. "That was really sweet of you."
Ginny looked over at her. "So, Hermione tells us that you are Dumbledore's niece, is that true?" Malandra smiled. "It's true." She said, "My parents felt that with Voldemort on the rise it would be better if I was in a school where a family member could look over me." She lied telling Ginny what she had told Hermione the night before.
Ginny smiled. "So how did you meet Harry then?" She asked. Malandra could sense the jealousy that was building up behind Ginny's seemingly innocent question. "My uncle, called Harry into his office when I first arrived, he knew that I would need friends and since I was sorted into Gryffindor, it made sense that he would want me to become acquainted with the best of the group." She said smiling at Harry. Malandra noticed with a small amount of pride that Harry seemed to be blushing a bit and Ginny, well she seemed a bit….. Aggravated. Malandra smirked. If she's going to act jealous, might as well give her a motive. Malandra reasoned. After all, she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin for nothing!
"Right then." Harry said, as he finished breakfast. "I suppose you and I better head to Dumbledore's office?" He said looking at Malandra. She hurriedly finished her orange juice. "Right." She said, "Wouldn't want to keep Uncle Albus waiting." She said following him out of the great hall. She didn't miss the glare Ginny threw her way as she walked out. Hmmm, maybe being in the past won't be so bad after all…
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Severus Snape had spent the better part of the previous night drinking fire whiskey and--for lack of a better term-- brooding. Neither of these were habits that he frequently indulged in but in last night's case, he felt an exception was in order.
He had a daughter. A teenage daughter to be exact. Granted, theoretically the girl did not exist yet and would not for another four years or so, but still, the fact remained the same, he had a daughter.
Severus had never felt that he was the paternal type; his own childhood had left much to be desired and he did not have the urge to bring another life into similar circumstances. Nor did he have any particular wish to be a father. He spent the majority of his time around children and he did not wish to spend what little time he had away from his student with a screaming brat all his own. No, Severus had determined quite sometime ago that he would spend his life in a solitary manner, without a nagging wife and screaming children to contend with. Yet, last night, proof had looked him in the eyes that sometime, in the not too distant future, something would happen that would drastically alter his plans for the future.
He had not believed Albus when he had first heard the news. He had been silent for several seconds; and had wondered briefly if Albus was indeed going senile. Truly, that seemed to be the only logical explanation of Dumbledore telling him that he had a child. It was ridiculous, absurd, and, of course, one of those things that would--and could-- only happen to him.
After a few moments, however, he had allowed himself to see the truth of the situation. Albus was not crazy--contrary to popular opinion--; and --as much as Severus hated to admit it--, the girl did resemble him somewhat. She had his eyes, his hair colour, the Snape nose, which was unfortunate for the girl but, thankfully, her nose did seem to be the smaller version. She was tall for a girl and thin, other traits that he attributed to himself, and she seemed rather intelligent. She also, unfortunately, seemed to have inherited his sarcastic nature. Something that he had yet to determine whether it was a good or bad thing.
Dumbledore seemed to believe that Snape having a child was a wonderful thing. It meant that Severus had finally found love. Snape sneered; Albus and his foolish notions of love being the solution to everything. Love. Love to Severus Snape was a filthy word. It was because of love that he was as miserable as he was now; it was because of love that he was stuck as a spy; love was the reason Severus had the duty to look after Harry-bloody-Potter; love was the bane of Severus's existence. For one tiny four-letter word, love had done a lot of damage.
Severus sighed. Now it was morning. He had a meeting with Dumbledore, Potter, and his-- his daughter. He put down the glass of whiskey he had been nursing since daybreak. His daughter. The words sounded foreign even when they were only spoken in his head.
How could he be a father to any child, much less a daughter? He was the caustic potions professor; he didn't know how to be nurturing and encouraging to a small child. He was the teacher known for tormenting the daylights out of students; even the Slytherin students knew better than to cross him. How was he supposed to be a caregiver for a small child? It was impossible! And yet, maybe it was just an illusion brought on by the alcohol, but seeing that girl gave him a small glimmer of hope. Hope that perhaps one day he would be able to give up the life of spying and being the double agent, putting his life at risk every time he breathed. Hope that maybe one day he would be able to find a woman that it would be possible for him to love and have a family with.
This, however, presented him with a completely new set of problems. What type of woman would be able to love the greasy dungeon bat? What type of woman would be able to tolerate his ever-changing moods, his constant sarcasm? What type of woman would be able to spend her life with him? And, more importantly, what type of woman would want to?
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Malandra and Harry were both grateful when they at last made it up to Dumbledore's office. The had been stopped twice, first by Filch who asked them why they were roaming the halls during class, then by Peeves who had attempted to throw a water balloon on them until Malandra had threatened to do an exorcism on him. He had vanished rather quickly after that.
Dumbledore smiled when he saw them. "Good morning." He said, "I trust that you were able to settle in easily?" He asked Malandra. She smiled. "Ye, Professor, Hermione Granger helped me settle into the dorm rather nicely."
He Smiled. "Excellent, now," he said, "If the two of you will sit down, we will be able to start the meeting as soon as your father arrives up here."
Harry looked at Malandra. "Who's--" he stopped in mid sentence as Severus Snape entered the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long headmaster." He said.
Well, Harry thought glumly, that answers my question. Poor Mal, she's Snape's kid. He shuddered at the thought.
Malandra, on the other hand, seemed delighted to see Snape. A bright smile lit up her face as soon as he entered. "Hello, father." She said. Snape glanced at her. His obsidian eyes meeting her identical ones. "Good morning," he said stiffly. Harry noticed the smile fell from Malandra's face for a brief second. He felt a surge of anger towards Snape. This was his daughter, after all, if could not be nice to anyone else, you would think he could at least be kind to his daughter. Obviously, he couldn't.
Dumbledore gave him a disapproving glance at his greeting. Oh yes, Severus had forgotten, the girl was supposed to be proof he could "love" again.
Snape didn't give the girl another glance. Perhaps, sometime in the future he would develop the ability to love. For now, love would have to wait.
