It is time for another ruddy Defense meeting, wonder what Lockhart has in store for us this time. I am still giving Draco the silent treatment, and I can tell it was driving him nuts. His relationship with me seems to be falling apart with each passing day, while me and Stephen's seem to be getting better. Speaking about Stephen, here he comes from the Gryffindor table!

"Hey, Shade! What's with the glum face? It's Halloween today, after all!"

"Lockhart's class today." I groaned, slamming my head on the table.

"Hey, at least we have class together!" Stephen said, trying to cheer me up.

I smiled. "True."

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

I laughed, taking Stephen's hand and walking out of the Great Hall. I wasn't aware of the look Stephen gave me as we walked, but I did notice Draco's glare towards us from the Slytherin table.

"Alright class! Are you ready for an awesome class? Oh, there's no need to answer. Of course you are! I'm teaching it!"

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Is there a problem, Miss Potter?"

"Yes. Apparently we have a big-headed old fraud teaching this class." I said mockingly.

"Detention, Miss Potter! Apparently someone's jealous of how famous and attractive I am."

That caused many girls to swoon over him.

"Anyways, today's lesson contains the most frightening creatures in the Wizarding World or in the entire Planet Earth!"

"What's in there?" A Gryffindor boy named Dean Thomas asked with a trembling finger pointed to a rattling cage.

"Ahh, that cage contains our lesson for today... freshly caught Cornish Pixies!"

I let out a bark of laughter. "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm not Sirius. I'm Gilderoy Lockhart. Why would I be Sirius Black?"

I scoffed. "They all respond like that when I say if they're serious. But who in the wizarding world is this Sirius Black?" I muttered.

"Part of my family, known as my first cousin." Draco muttered from behind me.

Before I could respond, Lockhart released the Cornish Pixies and chaos erupted.

I cursed as books and other stuff started flying across the room. I looked wildly around the room for Lockhart. Isn't he the only one who can stop this?

I found him alright. Fighting with a pixie over one of his portraits. I sighed impatiently. "Just leave the bloody portrait, will you? And this is a Defense Against The Dark Arts! Not uselessly fight a Cornish Pixie over one of your stupid portraits!"

"These portraits are the only valuable things in the Wizarding World!" Lockhart protested.

"Only?! I wouldn't think so! Would one of your stupid portraits do anything against a Death Eater invasion? Would one of your stupid portraits help the Wizarding World in any way? Would your stupid portraits help Harry Potter defeat Voldemort?"

Lockhart flinched. "Don't say his name!"

I smirked. "Well then. Voldemort. Now I'm outta here! Come on Stephen." I said, grabbing Stephen's hand and pulling him with me.

As soon as we're out of that classroom, Stephen burst into a fit of laughter.

"What?" I asked him, confused.

"I sorta heard your little argument with Lockhart." Stephen mumbled.

"No wonder." I laughed.

"Er move out of the way please! Got to go!" I got shoved roughly into the wall when Lockhart ran by. I growled.

"Is he seriously fleeing the class?"

"I think he just did."

I shook my head. "Stupid fool."

"Ahh... Mr. Potter, and Miss Potter. Glad to see you in this detention today. We're going to have some fun in this detention, cause you guys are going to help me answer my fan mail! How does that sound?" Lockhart cheerfully greeted us as we walked in.

"Oh, someone please help me." I groaned.

"Miss Potter, you get this pile. Mr. Potter, this pile." Lockhart said as he arranged the piles for us.

I groaned as I saw that I got the bigger pile. "This is ridiculous."

Just then, Snape came bursting in. "Sorry to bother you, Gilderoy, but I need Miss Potter with me. I gave her detention, and she has yet to show up because she's been answering your ridiculous fan mail. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to kidnap her for a while."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Severus, but she is in detention with me right now, so I think she stays." Lockhart said, glaring at Snape with pure venom.

Snape made a forced smile at Lockhart and spoke again in a drawling voice. "Well let's see who she chooses to have detention with."

Lockhart smiled as if he already knew my answer.

I smirked and turned to Lockhart. "You- Listen up. It's been good having detention with you, but I prefer Snape."

Lockhart's smile dropped. Trying to pull me closer, he said the words that made me mad. "Poor girl, doesn't know what she's saying. Just like your crazy mother. Like mother like daughter, I guess."

I rounded on Lockhart, snarling. "Listen up, old man. I am nothing like my mother, and I will never be! I will grow up to be great and fulfill my dream to be a Potion's Master. All you can do is to steal other's accomplishments and make them your own. You're a fraud, Gilderoy Lockhart." With these words, I stormed out of his office, snape in tow.

"Rip, tear, kill. Come to me... Let me get to you."

I spun around. "What was that?"

Snape looked at me confused. "What is what?"

"Didn't you hear it? Listen, it's starting again."

"Kill... I want mudbloodsssss!"

"It's going to kill someone!" I announced, bolting forward, only to be held back by Snape.

"Hold on, we'll see whatever you heard. But stay with me."

I nodded. "Alright."

We rounded the corner to see a mass of students crowded around some writing.

"Enemies of the heir, beware." I read. "What does that mean?"

"YOU KILLED MY CAT!" I heard the voice of Filch scream to Harry, holding the limp body of his evil side-kick, Mrs. Norris, who is a cat.

I looked at Snape confused. "What is going on?"

"I WANT TO SEE SOME PUNISHMENT!" I heard Filch roar. Oh great, he's really mad now.

"Where are youuu Shade?"

"I know you're here!"

"Come to meeee..."

I saw a bright flash and found myself floating in a dark void. "What- Where am I?"

"You are in the space of the In-Between, where mortals can talk to the spirits in the spirit realm." A beautiful girl with a pale face and long, waving black hair stepped out.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Rose. But I brought you here to talk about you, not me, Heiress of Slytherin."

my head spun. "Heiress? What- Does that have anything to do with the writing on the wall?"

"Hmm. Yes and no. You see, the Heir of Slytherin is your grandfather."

"And who is he?"

"That I cannot tell you."

"Why not?"

"That is for another time, for alas, my time with you today has come to an end. Beware of who you trust, Heiress of Slytherin!"

"Miss Potter?" I heard Snape ask as I shot up.

"Professor, do you know anything about who my grandfather is?" I asked.

Snape looked away. "I'm sorry, but this is something you must find out by yourself, for it is not my place to tell you."

I flopped back down on the hospital bed, annoyed. "That's what Rose said.

Snape stiffened. "Rose?"

I nodded curiously. "Yes, do you know who she is?"

Snape sighed. "Yes. I know. She, Rose Annemarie Singer, is your aunt, the sister of your mother."

I gasped. "M-My aunt?"

"Yes. But she was killed by You-Know-Who a long time ago."

"When I mentioned Rose, you acted and sounded like you knew her."

Snape let out a deep breath. "Yes. I knew her. She was my second lover, after Lily Evans. She helped me get over the loss of Dear Lily when James Potter took her. The more time we spent together, the more closer we got. Gradually, we fell in love. We got married not long after, and thought we would be together forever and always, even with Voldemort's rising. I was wrong. Not long after our marriage, she became pregnant. I thought I was finally going to be happy. But then came the day. The day, when Voldemort killed her." He let out a shaky breath, tears brimming in his eyes as he thought about his late wife. "It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, not a single cloud in the sky. It was that noon, that my precious Rose had to go to the hospital because the child was coming. I waited, and waited, and waited. Then suddenly, your mother came bursting in. She told me everything. How the hospital was attacked. How she and our child both died. How my world fell apart."

I gaped open-mouthed at Snape. But he wasn't finished.

"Not long after, Regan gave birth to you. She was about to name you Rose, but I refused. I want my Rose's name to be remembered in memory, not taken by someone else, even though she's kin. I thought of the name Shade for you. And this may be surprising and a shock for you, but I Severus Snape, is your godfather."