Whoa, it's been so long I nearly forgot about this story... I was going through my laptop documents looking for something for school, and I found this. So you can thank my english teacher's torturous assignment due the moment I get back to school... 3 article summaries, complete with what I think about the article, a page each, typed. Thank goddess I found them, lmao. Along with this...

Anyway, enough of my rambling. Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it and please review. 3 before I update again.

Chapter Two

We sat in the living room, in complete silence. Every other minute, he'd glance up from his cup of tea, start to say something, and stop. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Will you say something?" I begged. I had just told him about my pregnancy, and he hadn't yet responded. And that had been nearly twenty minutes ago.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked finally. "That I'm proud of you for getting pregnant at seventeen? I'm proud of you running away from home, moving to an entirely different country, without telling anyone?"

"Kyle knew," I muttered.

"And," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "Your mother's worried sick about you. I have half a mind to send you back." I looked up at him in horror. "But, I won't. You're of age, and I can't force you to do anything."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"I do wish to know who the father is." I didn't speak. "Camilia."

"Why should I tell you?" I asked. "Mom didn't believe me, and I'm sure you won't. According to her, I'm just a liar and I deserve what I've gotten."

"Don't you dare blame my husband for your stupidity!" my mother snapped. "You know very well he wouldn't touch you!"

"Camilia, I want to know because I care about you," he told me gently.

"Derrick," I said quietly.

"What?"

"Derrick," I said, louder this time. "You know, mom's new husband." For another minute, my father stared at me. Then, so suddenly it made me jump, he threw his tea cup against the wall and cursed. I didn't move, stunned. Then he sat back in his chair, breathing heavily. "Dad? You okay?"

"I'm fine," he snapped. "Your mother told me about that, but she assumed you were lying. Like you said. Come on." He stood up. "Let's go."

"What?" This time, it was me that asked.

"We're going for a walk. I need to calm down." I rose, and followed him back out the door. "Did you tell Kyle?" I nodded. "Good. At least somebody knows." Another silence, as a dog raced across our path. "He touched you without your permission. He will pay. I assure you."

"It was only once."

"That doesn't matter!" A woman glanced up from where she was planting flowers, shook her head, and went inside. "He still touched you. And he got you pregnant. It's not going to be easy, Lia. You didn't take your NEWTS, did you?"

I shook my head. "We had just finished the 6th year equivalencies. She teaches me out of her old Hogwarts books."

"Good."

"Good?"

"I'll talk to Dumbledore. You'll start seventh year at Hogwarts. You'll have to take a test to make sure you're on the same level as the other students, though."

I touched my stomach. "What about-"

"School doesn't start back for another month. We'll work something out. We should have enough time. Have you... have you been to the doctor?"

"A healer," I said. "I'm five weeks. I'm due in March."

"We have plenty of time, then." He stopped walking and turned to me. "Camilia, raising a child isn't going to be easy for you at seventeen. Are you sure you don't want to... well... end the pregnancy now?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm not going to kill the baby. It's not his or her fault."

He sighed. "Alright." He turned back towards the house. "I have someplace I have to be tonight. You can either come with me, or you can stay at the house alone. Which do you prefer?"

I looked around at the street. "I think I'll go," I said.

"Severus! We were wondering if you were going to show up," the red headed woman who had greeted us at the door said. "We're all in the kitchen." Then she saw me. "And who is this?"

"My daughter, Camilia. Lia, this is Molly Weasley."

"Weasley?" I asked, thinking about the man I had met on the bus. "As in Arthur Weasley?"

The woman, Molly, beamed. "He's my husband. You know him?"

"We met. Briefly," I said, thinking about falling asleep on him.

My dad cleared his throat. "Lia, why don't you go upstairs? This is a very important meeting, and we need to get some things settled before you come in."

"A...alright," I said. I said goodbye to Molly, and started climbing up the stairs. I hesitated on the landing, looking down the dark hall. The home seemed so gloomy. I couldn't see how anyone would want to come here, no matter how important the meeting was. Something brushed against my leg, and I jumped to see an orange cat. "Hi there," I said, bending down to pet him.

"That's Crookshanks," someone said, and I glanced up. A girl with brown hair was standing at an open doorway, arms crossed. "He's my cat. I'm Hermione Granger."

"Camilia Snape."

Her eyes widened. "Are you Professor Snape's daughter?" she asked.

"Um... I guess?" Professor?

A pop sounded. I blinked, and a set of twins were standing beside Hermione. "Did I hear the lovely potion's professor's name?" one of them asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yes. This is his daughter." The twin that had spoken raised an eyebrow, but at that moment, a crash came from downstairs. Hermione sighed. "Tonks," she said, by way of explanation. "She's a member of the Order."

"The Order?"

"You don't know what the Order is, and your dad's a spy for it?" a girl that I hadn't noticed asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking," I said, slightly irritated. "And what do you mean, my dad's a spy?"

Someone cleared their throat behind us, and we turned to see Arthur Weasley standing there. "Camilia, your father wants you in the kitchen. He has some things to explain to you, although-" he glanced at the girls. "It sounds like you've already heard something."

Arthur led me into the kitchen, where a bunch of people were gathered around the table. Upon my entrance, silence fell. My father rose and came over to my side. "This is Camilia," he told the group. "She'll be staying with me until the school year begins, where she'll enter 7th year classes."

"Severus, you've told us for years that her mother refused to let her attend Hogwarts," a woman stated. "What changed her mind now?"

"That doesn't matter," my father said. "And that is not why I brought her in here. She's seventeen, an adult, and if she wants, I wish for her to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"What's the Order of the Phoenix?" I questioned. Eyes turned to me. "What? And-" I turned to look at my dad. "What's this I hear about you being a spy?"

"The Order of the Phoenix is a group I put together during the first war," a man said, stepping forward. I recognized him as Albus Dumbledore, from a book on dragons I read once. "It was put together to stop Lord Voldemort. Your father is a key member in the fight. His job is to get information from Voldemort and his followers, a group called Death Eaters."

"I know who Death Eaters are," I said quietly.

"Do you want to join?" my dad asked me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "It's up to you."

"But what about…" I couldn't fight while pregnant, could I?

"You wouldn't actually be fighting, unless absolutely necessary," Molly Weasley said quickly.

I thought for a minute. "Alright," I said finally. "I'll do it."

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