"I have a question" I break the silence of the Library, Severus wasn't happy with the questioning that I gave him this morning when he picked me up. Apparently he did have something to do at the school and didn't see how it was any of my business. I on the other hand think everything is my business.

"Don't you always?"

I hold back a glare, "When I get married, will you be the one who gives me away?" I ask seeing his body stiffen, "Or, will I have to ask say Remus? Or Harry to do it? Because personally you don't seem like the wedding go'er type"

"I don't see how this question is relevant, are you planning on getting married in the near future?" Not unless Oliver suddenly comes to his senses…

"No but-"

"Then when the time comes that will be discussed, for now you have some homework to complete"

I sigh slouching down in the chair I had probably read the same page twice in the last few minutes, this was all we ever did, sit, read, be bored. I needed some excitement in my life. I mean why couldn't I go out and party or something? Oh right there was some made mad trying to take over the wizarding world and I was the sister of his number one target. God Harry is such a pain.

"What about kids, if I have kids would you object to them calling you Grandpa?"
"Elizabeth-"

"Will you still be teaching in like oh I don't know 20 years? Probably, you'll be nice to them of course won't you as long as they don't call you Grandpa Snape in class right, how about if they accidently-"

"If you are going to insists on this hypothetical conversation I would like to point out for those things you need a husband. I can't think of too many people who can spend any amount of time with you, without wanting to kill themselves"

"HEY!"

"I suggest you continue with your homework, but I can find many other harsher comments if you'd like"
Says the 30-something year old virgin…

I stick my tongue out before grabbing one of the books Harry had gotten me for Christmas. "So You Want To Be An Auror?" I didn't really but often bugged Harry about wanting to go into such a dangerous Profession. I was thinking something like a Professor or just a Professional Quidditch player. I mean there were all girls' teams out there and I was a dang good Chaser.

'I was a good Chaser'
'And modest to boot?'

'Don't sass me, I am you father!'

'I have several 'fathers' and I sass them all' I retort keeping my eyes moving on the page so it appeared I was reading. My statement had been true, I had, my actual Dad, then Severus. Remus (at times) and Mr. Weasley. Of course Sirius had been in the mix too but he was more of a… wacky, uncle?

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy-"

"I suggest you go clean your room if your going to sit there and annoy me" Severus suggests even if it did resemble a demand, "I noticed you've managed to make it look like the hole it was before in a day"

"It was my mess, I knew where everything was, you don't see me poking around you Lab do you? It's messy in there"

"It's organized" he grunts, ignoring my cry of, 'So was is mine!'

Moodily I stomp up the stairs not caring if he was going to yell at me for it later, taking a look around my room I couldn't even see what all the fuss was about it was just the contents of my trunk that was all over the place and the stuff from Christmas. I mean all the stuff Mr. I-Love-To-Clean-Room's put away had stayed away, I was too lazy to unpack it.

Hoot,hoooott.
My eyes flash up to see a rather dark colored bird perched over one of my new books. It was rather large and looked like it wanted to poke my eyes out rather then deliver the letter that it had in it very, large, menacing talons. I eye the beast, as it was now called and moved over to it carefully leaning away while forcing my hand out to take the letter. "Good Owl, let's not hurt Lizzie" I coo thinking about how I wouldn't have to do this with Hedwig. Bloody bird.

"Happy Christmas- Severus"

I drop the note to the ground he got me an owl? Not that it was a problem, because I've always wanted one of my own but did he have to pick the scariest looking one? The one that, well resembled, well, him now that I think about it.

Another look at the bird told me that it did indeed resemble my guardian, large, dark black sleek feathers, almost bat like, scary glaring eyes and large talons. Not that he had talons. Then again you've never seen his toe nails, yeah.

"You won't use him until next year, continue using your brothers or school owls for now. Don't ask questions" a voice says behind me before the door is closed with a small click leaving me once more in wonder.

Dear Elizabeth,
Thank you for the picture, it was very thoughtful.
I please ask that you refrain from contacting me and also sending letters addressed to my team mates that are actually for me.
Have a good holiday, tell Harry 'Hello', Colin too.

Oliver Wood.

"Oh he wants you, yes, right here, this bit about not contacting him screams his love for you" Harry sarcastically says rolling his eyes. I had finally gotten a letter from Oliver which the twins had given too me, smirks wide a few moments ago.

"You just don't understand the bond we have" I reply jutting my chin out and swiping the letter from him. Stupid boy's they don't understand emotions even their own.

"Well, as interesting as this is, why don't we discuss what you came here to discuss anyways?" Hermione pressures, we were heading back to school in two days and I had finally badgered Severus into taking me to the Burrow one last time.

"I get an un-openable box, and a un-useable owl for Christmas, the box he says he will give me permission to open sometime before end of term, but the owl I'm not allowed to us until next school year! Not that I mind the things kind of scary and I rather not be around to too much but still"

Hermione looks thoughtful for a moment before Harry finally pips up, "Do you think it has to do with the thing Dumbledore asked you? Maybe he's preparing you"

"I was only to go to school as Victoria if…" I trail off frowning, no, that couldn't be it would he be more sneaky about giving me things then?

"If something happened to Dumbledore or Snape, does that mean something is going to happen? Or just they are anticipating something will?" Hermione asks rhetorically, her guess was as good as mine.

"Probably has to do with what ever Malfoy is doing" Harry nods, "I know he did that to Katie, he's been sneaking around…" he continues as I block out his voice. He didn't know anything about Draco, he couldn't be up to anything that would cause me to have to return to school as Victoria. He couldn't harm Dumbledore or Severus he wouldn't do that. I shake my head slowly seeing Hermione casting me a warning look. I clench my jaw nodding once stiffly.

"Besides, he's a Malfoy!"

"And you're a Potter" I hiss, "It's a name it doesn't define you. Am I some attention seeking idiot with a hero complex? No. You are, I've heard Dad was, but I'm not, so save the theatrics and grow up, your not better then Malfoy with that attitude" I scold him watching his surprised look as I go into the kitchen to help Molly with dinner. Stupid boys. I had only been helping for a moment when Ron decided to make a grand spectacle out of himself and the fact he was setting the table without being asked.

"You know, we haven't had much time to talk these last few weeks"

"Makes it kind of hard when there's a girl stuck to your mouth" I mutter slamming some cups down on the table. If Molly was listening she didn't show it and instead busy'd herself with cooking.

Ron blushes before shaking his head coming around to my side of the table, "You know if you need to talk I'm here, even if you don't feel you can tell Harry"

"Why that was…" I pause leaning into his hug, "thoughtful, thank you Ron"

"It well," he blushes letting go and going to get plates, "just don't go telling me anything life altering."

"I'll keep that in mind" I laugh resuming with my table setting, this is why I loved Ron, he may have the emotional range of a teaspoon but he was there for you when it counted he wasn't completely helpless.

"And er, well next year, with you being, or possibly being Victoria"
"No," I sigh shaking my head with a large grin, "I won't pretend to date you"

Ron groans unhappily frowning with a pout. As I've said tonight multiple times.
Stupid boys.

Tap,tap,tap

Tap,tap,tap,

THUNK!

"If you continue to bang that fork I will snap it in half pip-squeek and you will find the pointy end in your rear end." I sleeth, grinding my teeth in frustration, as I looked up briefly from my Potion's book. I hated first years, plain and simple. They sucked and I wasn't to kill every single one of them. Except the little boys who could potentially become nice cougar candy in a few years and…what was I saying. Gods I needed a boyfriend.

"Lizzie are you okay?" Hermione questions looking a little scared for herself, Harry was happy to ignore me. He'd get his later, just you wait Harry, just you wait.

"Fine" I snap moodily shooting another glace at the Slythrien table where Draco was missing. What a girl can't wonder where here friend has been instead of meals for the past week? What is it a crime to care all of the sudden? WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE JUDGING ME?

"Yeah that much is obvious" Harry mutters, ducking as I make a swipe for his head. Stupid people, why can't everyone just leave me alone?