" Guys, what are you doing here?" Harry asked very surprised, there was an extreme joyousness within him as well.
" Rescuing you of course." Archer said with a smile. Harry smiled back. His spirits were lifted, he might have been expelled, but that wasn't going to stop those in the magical world from caring about him.
" Archer, help Harry pack, we will meet you out on the lawn." Moody barked as he and the others left Harry's bedroom.
" Don't worry about packing much, I generally never unpack." Harry told Archer.
" No offense, but you look awful, what happened?" Harry asked.
" On the run, I'm sure Ron will tell you the story if you ask him." Archer answered briefly. " I'll carry Hedwig's cage, how about that?" Archer asked, stroking the metal bars of the cage, marveling at the owl in it.
" If you want to, I could very well carry it by myself, but I'm fine with it." Harry answered, closing his trunk and securing the opening by closing the brass hinges.
" Don't forget your broom Harry." Archer reminded him, watching him take his broom from a lifted floorboard from under his bed.
Archer and Harry made their way down the stairs, Archer hurried Harry out the door and joined the other Advance Guard.
"Stay in formation everyone, DONT break ranks if one of us gets killed." Moody said to the group.
Everyone mounted their brooms and took off from the crowded muggle suburb. They flew back over London, which was just as much of an experience for Harry as it was for Archer, if not more so.
" Hey Archer!" Nymphadora shouted from behind her.
" What." Archer boomed back, smiling.
" Look at this!" Nymphadora said childishly.
" I can't, I'm flying!" Archer shouted back. Tonks was laughing behind her.
" Fine, be boring that like that Archie." Tonks replied.
" Is Archie my new nickname?" Archer asked Tonks.
" Yes it is, you look like an Archie!" Tonks said jovially. Archer turned around briefly to see Tonks fly in flips, Archer laughed as she turned around.
They landed finally and Moody had the old place go from an antique muggle apartment to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry was amazed by what he saw.
Harry, Archer, and the Advance Guard walked into the house. Archer heard the Order talking frantically in the dining room, She shoved past everyone and ran into the dining room.
" Harry's here." Archer told the Order. Sirius' eyes seemed to lighten up as he stood from his chair to then set his eyes on Harry, he smiled from ear to ear.
Harry's face was just about as happy, even more so possibly. Godfather and Godson gave each other a warm hug.
Archer smiled, the reunion was a very happy experience, it was beautiful in Archer's eyes, after seeing death and feeling the pain she had felt, she felt as if this moment could power her patronus if she had to cast one right now.
Archer watched as Molly dished up Harry something to eat. Lupin was told to show Archer her room. As they climbed up the stairs Archer heard unpleasant mutterings.
" Mudbloods and filth in Madame Black's house."
Archer then saw a rather unpleasant looking house elf clean up dirt on the floor.
" Don't worry Madame Black, soon the Mudblood filth will be gone."
" Don't talk that way!" Archer spoke appalled. The elf looked up immediately to meet her gaze, he jumped back, he was afraid of her.
" Archer, don't anger him!" Lupin barked at Archer.
" You are Madame Lestrange's daughter Kreacher presumes Madame?" The house elf spoke.
" My name is Archer Snape." Archer answered to the cowering elf named Kreacher.
" You are, Kreacher welcomes you into the home Madame Snape. As for you Lupin, no one in the house of Black will take orders from werewolf filth like yourself." The Kreacher snarled.
" Kreacher look at me!" Archer spoke harshly to the elf, who immediately looked Archer in the eye. " Do not call Mr. Lupin filth, he is a good man, I do not tolerate that sort of talk very well. I ask you to apologize if you truly mean it, please." Archer continued as she knelt down to the elf's level.
" Kreacher hopes you find your stay here pleasant Madame Snape." Kreacher answered, he was not going to apologize.
" Thank you Kreacher, I insist you treat the residents of this house well, and make them feel comfortable, please." Archer spoke, Kreacher kept staring at her with his lifeless orbs for eyes.
" Did you know you are the first witch to sat please to Kreacher, Madame Snape?" Kreacher asked, his cold voice became warmer.
" No, I am sorry no one else shows kindness to you that way, thank you." Archer spoke to the elf before Archer and Lupin continued up the stairs.
Lupin escorted her into a room which resembled the living room in which it was musty and dull. The only difference is that it had a bed, and a dresser, as well as a bathroom.
" Thank you Mr. Lupin." Archer spoke. Lupin smiled at her.
" Just call me Remus, please." Lupin said.
" You are a very odd witch, you are kind to those under your status, Dumbledore told me about how well you and Dobby got along. Are you sure you are the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange? Because if you had any drop of her blood in you, you would have been absolutely repulsed by me." Remus spoke.
" I do not judge someone on their species, I judge them based on their character. I do not care that you are a werewolf, I see the human in you. I actually love associating with those of different species. At my school, Durmstrang, I was friends with twin brothers who were part troll, two of the sweetest people I've ever met." Archer replied.
Lupin smiled at the woman in front of him. She was so odd, overly kind. She held respect for those below her, and probably less respect to her equals and superiors.
" I'm glad someone like you is in the order, we will need someone who is good with creatures to be in our ranks." Lupin said, soon leaving the room.
Archer knew she needed to clean up really badly. She undid her hair bun, letting her hair fall, which was mostly dreadlocks now, and it was past her shoulder blades. She took out her wand and waved a spell over her head, which made her hair into a pixie cut without any dreads in it. She then went into the bathroom and climbed into the great bathtub, letting herself soak in the hot water as she cleaned off the dirt and blood off of her skin. After she finished bathing and dried herself off she got a muggle outfit from her luggage. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked much, much better, she smiled at her reflection, she survived the summer, and was ready to become Professor McGonagall's teachers aid.
She walked down the stairs to see everyone in the Order socializing. She smiled at her father's stern face, Sirius's mischievous smile, and Molly Weasley's ever so warm and happy disposition. She saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron talking to Lupin and the Weasley twins.
Archer joined Tonks and picked up conversation with her.
" You look much better now!" Tonks said with a smile.
" Thanks, I thought so too." Archer smiled, the two women laughed together.
" I love the hair, just barley shorter than mine!" Tonks said with a giggle.
" I've always loved yours, I generally hate the color pink, but you look good in it." Archer spoke with a laugh, this is her first discussion ever that had the word hair in it, well without having fire in the equation. Tonks smiled and nodded, a silent thank you.
Archer then jumped when Molly Weasley screamed, Archer veered to the direction of the scream and saw Mrs. Weasley lower her arm and sighed in great relief.
" Oh my gosh, sorry Archer, I didn't even recognize you at first. You look very nice dear." Molly spoke with a smile. Archer started to laugh.
" Thank you. I'm sorry, just cleaned myself up a little bit ago." Archer said. Molly walked towards Archer and put her hand on her shoulder.
" I think you naturally scare me. First you show up almost dying, then you are practically dying, now your well, and now your clean. All of those things gave me shock, and the fact your dating George, goodness heavens I've lost my marbles dear." Molly spoke with a strict tone, Archer once again started to laugh at the humor, which wasn't very humorous if you didn't understand the situation.
Archer thought Molly as a mother figure already. She was probably the sweetest woman one could meet. Her cooking was brilliant, especially compared to her mother's and father's, which finally drove her to cook during the summer holidays when she was just out of her second year. Molly was also such a caring person, not caring about Archer's history. She saw the good in everyone. Archer had no idea why, but Molly Weasley reminded her of Narcissa in a way, not in looks, but in love. Archer thought of how nice it would be to give Molly a break. She really could use a week or two of not nurturing someone. Archer then thought about her income at Hogwarts, she would probably be able to save enough money from that to give Arthur and Molly a nice vacation, all to themselves, something they never had in all of their marriage.
Archer then noticed something odd about Harry, he looked extremely tired, under his eyes were growing darker, his kin a little bit more pale than the last time she saw him, he also seemed angrier, more strict. Archer walked up to the golden trio, wondering what was going on. Harry turned around to see her in the trio's perimeters
" Archer." Harry spoke, his voice trembling a little bit.
" Hello Harry. How was your summer." Archer said, trying to see what else was going on with Harry, he was very jumpy, which she also recalled earlier that night when she went to Privet Drive to take Harry to Grimmauld Place.
" Fine." Harry said, obviously lying. Archer tilted her head a little upwards, the conversation was about to get awkward if she didn't say something else.
" Are you three excited for school?" Archer asked, trying to keep awkwardness from arising, and the three Gryffindor's from asking questions.
" I am fairly excited, I wonder who the next defense against the dark arts teacher is, and how long they will last." Hermione said with a grin from ear to ear.
" I'm sort of excited, I mean like, I think it'll be cool to be taught by you, as long as you don't beat me up start of the year like you did Cyprus." Ron spoke, not sure of what he should to say to a teacher who was the daughter of the strictest teacher in Hogwarts.
" Don't worry Ron, as long as you don't try to kiss me." Archer said, thinking the brother of her boyfriend was a very odd little boy.
Archer saw Harry curve his lips, not in a smile but a look that said shame. Archer knew that if Harry was expelled he would be devastated. Like Archer, he considered school his home more so than the actual place that was legally their home. Archer put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
" Don't worry Harry, you won't get expelled, I expect to see you when I'm teacher, if I get to teach." Archer said with reassurance to Harry. Harry stared at him with his green eyes, the ones which resembled his mothers in the pictures of Lily Archer sometimes saw lying around her house on Spinners end during her childhood. Archer had always held a great disrespect for Lily until she talked to Harry. She heard her father curse under his breath several times that Harry was so much like his father, but Archer didn't see a ruthless bully in Harry, she saw a kind, brave, and wonderful person.
" Thanks Archer." Harry muttered back to Archer.
" Your welcome Harry, I am excited for this year, I don't get to help in one subject, but everyone of them." Archer said with an excited laugh. " I can't wait to help Hagrid with the giant squid too, I can't wait to take points away from my cousin Draco, the little prick will suffer!" Archer said rather too excitedly. Ron smirked and began to clap.
" I think I have a new favorite teacher." Ron said, nodding his head slightly as his clapping slowed down.
" I'm excited too, if you were good enough to apprentice for Professor McGonagall, then you have to be the smartest one at Hogwarts, I hear Professor McGonagall has turned down students with all O's and look at you, unblemished scores all year. Did you get the results to your D.E.F.G.O.D.S?" Hermione asked excitedly.
Archer had put her D.E.F.G.O.D.S testing in the back of her mind during the summer, surely her father had them, but she was anxious to see her scores. Archer now could only think about those D.E.F.G.O.D.S tests, her mind was filled with anxiousness.
" No I haven't, I'm sure my father has them somewhere." Archer replied.
" Archer." A familiar voice spoke, the voice of Snape. Archer turned to see her father holding several pieces of parchment. Snape handed the papers to Archer, who looked at the first one, it was her DE.F.G.O.D.S scores, not only did she get O's, but she had gotten an O* on potions, transfiguration, combat with magical creatures, and defense against the dark arts, a very rare thing to get at all, something not all top of class students achieved in any school. Archer was one of the ten students in Durmstrang who had gotten an O* in a century now, she was one of the one hundred fifty students who gotten an O* in all wizarding schools in two centuries. Archer was extremely shocked. Archer almost squealed in joy, one of her goals during her schooling was to get at least one O* on her D.E.F.G.O.D.S test, she over achieved that goal amazingly.
" Merlin's Beard, I can't believe this, four O*, I think I've broken a record!" Archer said.
" You have, the most was three, you got four." Snape told his very happy daughter. He never thought that his daughter would get the highest score on her testing ever in the wizarding world. Snape never knew anyone besides Voldemort who got even one O*, Voldemort was the other record, having three O*'s. Snape was very proud of his daughter, so proud no one could describe it.
Archer peered at the next paper in the stack, it was the Daily Prophet cover of Archer's achievements, her picture was of her smiling with George in a photograph that must have been taken at Yule Ball. This article was very honest when it came to Rita Skeeter.
Yule Ball beauty Archer Snape, daughter of Hogwarts potions professor, Severus Snape, is not only considered eye candy, but brain candy as well. She took the Durmstrang test called D.E.F.G.O.D.S (Determination Exams For Graduation Of Durmstrang Students) and not only passed, but broke a record of O*'s. Archer received four O*'s, the world record was three O*'s, which was a achieved by You-know-who! The area's she achieved these O*'s were in potions, transfiguration, combat with magical creatures (which is care for magical creatures, just with tips of how to ride, train, and defeat creatures), and in defense against the dark arts. But since Archer is missing, she most likely has no idea about that she broke a world record. Everyone who was there when Archer started to become missing, was traumatized. A quote from Archer's father states this.
" Archer is not dead, she is strong and will figure out how to come back to us."
Another quote from Archer's Yule Ball date, George Weasley.
" Archer won't be gone for long, I can guarantee you that. She will come back in one piece for sure."
Others say similar things about Archer's disappearance. Those people say she will come back in one piece. But will she? Let's cross our fingers for this wonderful girl who has a bright future.
" Blimey, Rita Skeeter likes you quite a bit, she didn't lie about you!" Hermione said shocked. Archer knew about how Rita would tell the most outrageous lies about Hermione trying to create a love triangle with Harry and Krum.
" You're extremely lucky, that is for sure, but you haven't given her much reason to hate you, its like you her role model or something!" Ron said also in surprise.
" Maybe, I'm quite surprised that the Daily Prophet would report on test scores, and not that Voldemort has returned." Archer said with frustration. Ron huffed at the name.
" Do not say that name." Ron said agitatedly.
" Sorry." Archer apologized.
Archer looked at the next papers, they were letters written by heads of Ministry departments asking Archer to come join them. The next papers after that were letters from her friends, Everyone from Durmstrang, and all of her friends from Hogwarts, probably gotten the address from Hermione, who had all of the teacher's addresses in case if she had a question. Archer felt guilty for not being there so she could explain why all of these other letters were coming in. Archer separated the many envelopes from the other stacks of papers. Archer searched, and out of forty letters, Krum wrote almost a quarter of them. Archer opened each, they all said just about the same thing.
Get back soon, I miss you writing to me a lot, I'm dead bored when I'm not trying to find work!
Apostol Poliakoff
Or
We miss you Archer, our mom told us she's worried about you too, she's really liked you ever since you drove away the Blast Ended Skrewt from her garden four summers ago.
You are a good friend.
Gregory and Joan Ryzhenkov
Archer smiled, she read this in their voice also, Gregory and Joan were twin half trolls which went to Durmstrang with her, and among her closest friends, besides Viktor and Poliakoff.
There were many more letters to be read, and Archer was only going to read a few more until she set a trek upstairs to her bedroom.
Archer opened the envelope off of Neville's letter. Archer was surprised to see a seed in the envelope with the letter.
Hey Archer, its me, Neville. Anyways I hope you'll come back, I'm excited to have you possibly teaching me. Anyways I found these seeds during the summer. I looked through all of my herbology books, and this is a very different seed, not in any of them. So I was wondering if you could identify the seed, and possibly grow it to see what it looked like.
Thanks.
Neville Longbottom.
P.S. Write to me when you get this.
Archer smiled, holding the very odd seed in the palm of her hand once she shook it out of the envelope. The seed was a very odd shape, like a golden sphere with rings around it, only connected by something magical, and plasma colored light was running though it like a circuit. Archer had never studied anything like it before, she observed the seed in her palm, looking at it wide eyed in wonder.
" This is brilliant, I'll need to get some soil for this." Archer smiled, putting the seed back in the envelope.
" I'll save the rest of these letters for later, and my oh my do I have a lot of writing back to do, and a lot of explanation." Archer said, putting the envelopes in the very large pocket of her green hoodie.
" Archer." Another familiar voice spoke, it turned out to be Professor McGonagall.
" Yes Professor?" Archer asked, pivoting on her right foot to face her new boss.
" I have one assignment for you Archer, I want you to get some rest within the next thirty minuets, we will be leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow." Professor McGonagall told Archer with strict concern in her tone. " And you can call me Minerva, since I am no longer your teacher I will not force you to be all stuffy." McGonagall said, giving Archer "the look" which meant that Archer had better do what she just told her.
" I will, Minerva." Archer paused, she was not familiar with calling her past Professor by her first name. " I was thinking of doing so in a little bit." Archer said, smiling.
" Just make sure you get to bed in the time frame so you can get the proper rest you need, you have lots of work, I am sure the other staff members will take advantage of you before the school opens. You will have more than a handful in the next month." Minerva said to Archer, passing by her to go up the stairs.
" I should get going, Maybe start of my replies to the letters and save the rest for tomorrow before school starts." Archer spoke to the trio.
" Alright, good night." Hermione said, nodding her head.
" See you bright and early, night Hermione, night Ron, night Harry, night dad." Archer said.
She watched as the trio and her father all of a sudden moved quickly away from each other. Archer then climbed up the stairs, she walked into her bedroom and saw Kreacher clean.
" Mistress Snape, welcome, Kreacher shall leave is Mistress Snape asks of it." Kreacher drawled.
" There is no need, but I would ask you to stop cleaning, I would like some company to talk to, that is if you only want to talk to me." Archer spoke to the elf in a calm tone.
" I will talk with you Mistress Snape, Kreacher is very curious about why Mistress Snape is so merciful." Kreacher said.
" Would you like to sit down?" Archer asked the grim house elf.
The elf was shocked, never once was he asked to sit down, not even Sirius had the kindness.
" Yes, may Kreacher ask a question to Mistress?" Kreacher asked.
" Of course you can, you do not require permission to talk to me at all." Archer said kindly to the elf.
" Why are you so kind?" Kreacher asked.
" Because I respect house elves and treat magical creatures as equals." Archer answered, leaving Kreacher dumbfounded.
" But why treat them as equals, when they could still serve you though you are cruel?" Kreacher asked once again.
" Because I do not want to be cruel like my mother." Archer replied to the elf, who was staring at her with his lifeless orb eyes.
" You are a strange witch, Kreacher only wanted to ask those questions." Kreacher paused contemplating whether he should do something or not. " May Kreacher leave now?" Kreacher asked in fear, hold his thin arms to cover his face.
" Of course you can, I will do some cleaning in the morning so you won't have to." Archer told the elf, who lightened up straight away.
" Kreacher thanks you, Mistress Snape is too kind." Kreacher drawled in thanks, leaving the room.
Archer took the envelopes out of her pocket. She rummaged though her trunk to pull out her quill and ink. She sat down on a small chair which went to a musty old desk which was overlarge for the tiny chair. Archer began to write back to Krum first, then Poliakoff, and then continued on with the Ryzhenkov twins, Neville, and Lee Jordan after she read his letter.
Archer looked at the grandfather clock and it was soon going to be the end of her thirty minuet time limit. Archer stopped writing and put her letters in envelopes and stacked them on the desk. Archer put the cap back on her ink bottle and let her quill rest against it. She then put herself in pajamas, a simple blood red long sleeved t-shirt with the Durmstrang coat of arms on it, and grey sweats. She slumped under the dark covers and fell asleep, dreaming of the next day.
While Archer slept though, someone was looking in her window, watching with evil eyes. His hand pressed silently against the window. His shaggy brown hair flowed to the side when the wind hit it. His face, handsome, but evil, stared at the sleeping woman who had no idea he was there. But if she saw him, she would know exactly who he was. Cyprus Dolohov, the very man who kissed her forcefully on Halloween a year ago, he wasn't a worry until he and Yaxley, and Lucius attacked the Durmstrang ship as it left Hogwarts, he also ruthlessly tortured her during the summer. Cyprus smirked as he looked at Archer sleep, she was snoring already, and she snored like a chainsaw. He was told by Voldemort to be a pair with him, since Voldemort thought she was loyal.
" Sweet dreams Archer, because when I get my hands on you the girl who got four O*'s will be dead." Cyprus sneered, leaving straight away when he saw the door open slightly.