Severus was up late brewing a potion to disguise his daughter, so he was exhausted when they flooed into Diagon Alley during his free period. As he helped Maggie from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, he internally smiled at the girl's changed coloring. He had given her her mother's auburn hair and his own onyx eyes. As no one outside Hogwarts would have met the girl, he decided that those changes should be the only ones necessary.

He hurried the girl through the Alley, heading for Ollivander's shop so his daughter could find a wand. He had already explained to Maggie that if they were confronted by anyone Severus knew, that he would claim the girl as his niece and explain that she would be transferring to Hogwarts from a school in Romania. He had told her to remain silent and pretend she didn't know English while they navigated the Alley.

Thankfully, he didn't see anyone who was even vaguely familiar before they entered Ollivander's shop. They were the only customers inside and the closing door rang a soft bell, summoning Ollivander himself from a back room.

"Ah, Professor Snape, it's a pleasure to see you again. Ash, 12 inches, rather rigid, core of dragon heartstring, yes?"

Snape drew his wand and carefully handed it over to the wandmaker. The other man looked it over, smiled, and handed it back.

"What can I do for you, Professor Snape?" Ollivander only then seemed to notice the young lady standing next to him. "Ah, come to find a wand for your daughter, have you?"

Maggie gaped and Severus glared at her, "Close your mouth or you will catch flies." He turned back to Ollivander, "I assume I can trust your discretion in this?" He hadn't really expected to hide Maggie's identity from the other wizard. The man had a gift for seeing through disguises and glamours that was legendary.

"Of course, Professor Snape."

"Then, may I introduce you to my daughter? Mr. Ollivander, this is Maggie Stonesmith-Snape." He only knew the girl's legal name from her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Ollivander smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maggie."

"And you, sir," she responded politely.

"Now, to find you a compatible wand." Ollivander flicked his own wand, sending a tape measure over to measure Maggie. Ignoring the tape measure, he turned to face the shelves, which held a multitude of wands. "Hmm, perhaps this one," he muttered, pulling a box from a shelf at his eye level. He pulled the wand from the box and handed it to the girl, "Go ahead, give it a try."

Maggie glanced up at Severus looking lost. "Just swish it," he said softly. He drew his own wand and demonstrated, small red sparks coming from the end of it.

Maggie did as instructed and her face fell as nothing happened.

"Eh, didn't expect to hit it right on the first try," Ollivander said consolingly. He took the wand back from her, replaced it in its box, and put the box back on the shelf. He dismissively gestured towards the tape measure and it disappeared. "Here, try this one."

Maggie tried different wands for ten minutes and none of them seemed to work. One of them had sputtered a bit, but Ollivander had merely tsked and taken it back from her.

Severus wouldn't admit it to his daughter or the other wizard, but he was becoming slightly anxious. It was with great relief when he saw that the current wand in his daughter's hand was shooting bright sparks. The smile that lit her face reminded him of when he had first gotten his own wand.

"Yes, that is perfect," Ollivander said happily. "Mahogany, 10 inches, very flexible, core of powdered dragon scale."

Severus leaned closer to look at it. The wand wasn't plain like most were; this one had carved ivy running up its length. "It's quite beautiful, but a bit flashier than most of yours, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander simply smiled, "Indeed, you're correct. That is one of the last wands my father crafted before he died. Towards the end of his career, he began becoming… creative… with his wand creation."

Having settled the bill for his daughter's new wand, he ushered the girl from the shop. Glancing down at the girl, he frowned. "We need to get you out of those muggle clothes."

She scowled up at him, "They're fine."

"They're atrocious," he replied sharply, taking in her jeans and plain brown t-shirt. "Not to mention that such clothing simply doesn't allow for the holding of a wand."

Maggie grumbled but obediently followed him into Madame Malkin's to be fitted for robes.

They returned to Hogwarts an hour later. Maggie had chosen a handful of robes in a variety of dark colors. She was especially partial to the deep scarlet robes. Her father removed the glamour from her once she had unpacked her purchases.

The afternoon was uneventful and Maggie resumed her place of observation in his office. She had begun to pity her father for having to put up with some of the incompetent students he was forced to teach.

His last class finally shuffled out the door and she watched him gather together a stack of papers before he entered his office. "Only two explosions today, a new record," he said in frustration.

"Certainly there must be a few who show some promise…" she said as she gathered her own notes and followed him into his living quarters.

He dumped his papers onto his desk before sitting heavily in his armchair and rubbing the top of his nose, "A meager few."

"Have you ever considered having a student or two from the upper years assist you with the younger students?"

He lowered his hand and glared at her, "Do you think I trust any of them that much?"

Maggie shrugged, "It was merely a suggestion. I've heard they do that in University." A knocking at the door stopped her from saying anything further. "Shall I go in the kitchen and call Dobby to bring dinner?"

"Good idea," he responded, rising and moving to the door. He waited until his daughter was out of sight before he opened the door. "Good evening, Minerva."

"Severus," she greeted softly. "I… may I come in? What I need to discuss shouldn't be said in the hallway."

Something about her tone and hesitation set off all of Severus' alarm bells. "Of course," he said brusquely, pulling back so that she could enter. He closed the door behind her and turned to face the Transfiguration teacher. "What have you found?"

"Nothing, Severus. Absolutely nothing, and that is what bothers me."

"What do you mean, Minerva?" he hissed. "How can there be nothing?"

"I don't know, Severus! There is absolutely no sign of Katrina, but no sign of anything else either. There was no attack on her home, or any reported attacks elsewhere in the last week. We have checked muggle hospitals, and we've found nothing. We had an Order member outside of her home for over 20 hours now and there has been no sign of her. Nothing seems to be missing from her home except for her purse and keys. It's as if she left and simply didn't return." She glanced around, "Where is Maggie?"

"She's in the kitchen, probably conversing with that house-elf, Dobby." He sighed and his voice lost much of its bite, "Have you eaten yet, Minerva?"

"Not yet, Severus. I wanted to tell you what we know so far."

"Maggie!" he called.

"Yes, father?" she said once she'd emerged and spotted her godmother. "Hello Professor," she said brightly. Her face fell slightly as she glanced between the two adults.

"Maggie, is there anywhere your mother may have gone?" her father asked her softly.

"She's missing?" She paled when he nodded, "No. She didn't tell me she was going anywhere and I can't think of anywhere she might have gone. She… she loves that house…" her voice broke as her mind filled with fear.

Her godmother approached and enveloped her in a hug, "We're doing everything we can to find her, Maggie. Don't worry. We will find her, sweetie."

Nodding, Maggie pulled away and dashed the tears from her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Maggie, is it okay if Minerva stays for dinner?" Severus asked her.

"Of course," she responded. "I… I'll go tell Dobby to bring enough for three."