Author's Note- Hey guys! Can you believe it?! 120 followers and almost 80 favorites! I love you guys so much! You guys are awesome! Anyway, the story. I'm once again messing with canon but I'm doing it in a way that the timeline fits but some of the events are, let's say different. A good different (at least I think so). Also, I may have created a thing in history that will be explained by Harriet below. I hope you enjoy that because that took forever to think of. On to the Story!
Chapter 11: The First Noel
Harriet
Harriet had always loved singing. When she was younger, much younger, Dudley would watch Disney moves, like Snow White and Cinderella. They were musicals but more specifically, the princesses were like her. They had evil families and had to do all the chores. To make the stress of the chores easier, they sang and nothing bad ever happened to them when they sang. So Harriet, being the naïve child that she was, sang as she did her 'chores'. She never realized until now that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never tried to punish her while she was doing her chores, it was afterwards when they would get mad. Uncle Vernon would enter the kitchen, for example, while she was scrubbing the floor and singing her heart out. He would freeze, like he was in a trance, then turn and walk away. This happened almost daily but Harriet didn't understand how it kept happening. Then again, Harriet didn't question anything that could save her from punishment.
So now, that she knew for certain that she was a Nereida, Harriet decided to tell no one. Hogwarts was gossip central and the moment someone knew or figured what she was, Harriet shuddered at the thought of her secret being printed on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"Damn, Harry. You really impressed the judges." Ron commented while he and Hermione were sharing the latest Daily Prophet. The image of Harriet bowing to the dragon, the beast bowing back, took up the entire cover. "Where did you learn to sing like that?"
"Practice." Well, technically that was the truth. But Harriet had no proper training, she just heard different songs and tried to copy the sound of it until she liked it. Anyway, Harriet was now tied for the lead with Viktor, because Karakaroff wouldn't give her a perfect score for being the only champion to not get hurt by the dragon. Fleur and Cedric were tied for last place.
"Well it was damn impressive but scary as hell. I mean, bloody hell, Harry, I thought you would be eaten for sure." For once, Hermione didn't even bother to chastise Ron for this cursing.
"He's right, Harry. When you stopped in front of the dragon, it looked like it was going to shoot fire at you." Hermione added. Harriet felt guilty, she really hated making people worry. Hell, Mama wouldn't leave her side all day after the task was over.
"I'm sorry for worrying you guys." She wrapped her arms around both of them and squeezed them tight. She knew that she would always love them, no matter what and that they would always be there for her.
"It's okay." Hermione said and smiled.
"Yeah, just quit making a habit of it." They all laughed at Ron's joke.
That stupid egg was not worth all the effort. It was annoying, screeched whenever she tried to open it and took up too much space in the dorm room. Yes, Harriet was back in the dorm room. She figured that it would be safe for return to the lions' den after she won the First Task. Thankfully, she was right.
"Harry, can I braid your hair again?" Lavender asked, her hair care products at the ready. Harriet sighed, but agreed. Because Harriet hadn't been in the dorm for the past month, Lavender lost her favorite test subject. Hermione swore that she was curse Lavender into next week if she ever tried to do anything with her hair. Thus, Lavender was suffering from withdrawal. As Harriet sat there, her hair being pulled and twisted out of her scalp, she thought back to her past, failed attempts at DADA training.
"Ow." Harriet groaned as she laid on the ground. Harriet had been trying to master the Substitution spell. When casted properly, it could easily replace the duelist with an inanimate object. Sadly, for Harriet, all it caused was Harriet to be thrown back into the desks. Professor Snape, head snapping up from his book from her crash, rolled his eyes before commenting,
"Your pronunciation was off."
"How do you say it then?" She grumbled as she rubbed her head and hissed when she touched a rather large bump.
"Substituo."
"That's what I said." She mumbled under her breathe. Then she jumped out of the way of the jinx he sent at her.
"Hey!"
"Don't be cheeky. You added an 's' to the end when you said it. Repeat it again and this time try not to wreck the classroom."
Then there was the time were she tried to master the cut spell and nearly decapitated Professor Snape.
"Caesa!" She had said rather loudly and made a rather large slashing motion at the dummy. However, Harriet's magic was too wild and too powerful for its own good and instead of a little white crescent slicing the dummy, a large one missed the dummy and nearly caught Professor Snape, who was a good 15 feet away.
"Shit." Her tutor dunked and rolled out of the way as the spell collided with the wall behind were he had stood. The poor wall now had a rather large battle scar.
"Miss Potter! I would highly appreciate it if you aimed for once!" Yeah, Harriet had really bad aim. Like really bad. Like to the point where after this incident, Professor Snape refused to teach her anything until he deemed her aim to be good enough. That took three weeks.
"All done!" Lavender shouted into Harriet's ear before shoving a mirror into Harriet's face. Lavender had done her hair in a fancy up do with a large Dutch braid going down the side of her face before collecting itself into a bun at the back of her neck. It was really pretty.
"Lavender, you should open up a shop were you just do hair and makeup." Harriet commented. Lavender brightened before saying,
"Will you model for me if I do it?"
"Absolutely." Lavender tackled her in a hug. Harriet felt kinda bad for not being better friends with Lavender and Parvarti. They were really sweet girls, they were just, um, scattered brained at times. Ok, most of the time. But Harriet was going to try either way.
"Now if only Hermione would let me do her hair. She looks so much cuter not that her teeth are fixed. And her morning rituals would be so much easier if she would let me de frizz her hair." Lavender reasoned out. Ever since the first day of school their First Year, Lavender's been eyeing to do Hermione's hair.
"Harry." Parvarti called as she entered the dorm. "Oh, cute do. Great job, Lav. Anyway, the Beauxbatons champ, Fleur I think, is waiting for you outside of the portrait."
"Oh, thanks for telling, Parvarti. I'll see you guys at dinner." Harriet headed down the stairs into the Common Room and out the portrait to find her fellow champion leaning against the wall. Fleur smiled when she saw her. Fleur and Harriet had made a deal that they would help each other learn the others language. They would switch days for when they would speak only French or only English. Today was an English day.
"Harriet, Madam Maxime, um, um, told me, um, sur un dance. Pour, err, for Noel." Harriet raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" The French girl nodded.
"Oui, err, yes. Vo- your Headmaster said so. J'ai un idea." (I have an idea.)
"What is it?"
"We should be les, the dates pour Viktor et Cedric." Harriet raised an eyebrow at the idea. Hm, that's actually a good idea, a really good idea. And that would mean that Cho wouldn't be able to dance with Cedric at the dance. Take that, you bitch!
"We ask them et we montrons, no, we show les écoles that nous sommes ensemble." (We ask them and we show the schools that we stand together.)
"Ok, let's find the boys." When they did find the boys, it was decided that Fleur would go to the dance Cedric (Suck it, Cho) and Harriet would go with Viktor. Viktor looked extremely pleased by the agreement. Extremely pleased, actually. Later that day, when Harriet was off studying in the library, Viktor had found her in her corner.
"Nice spot." Harriet looked up and smiled, even if there was a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Hello, Viktor. How can I help you?" He smiled rather charmingly in Harriet's opinion before leaning against her desk before saying,
"You know; I was going to ask you to the dance myself." Oh God, this is really flattering actually. I've never had anyone be interested in me before.
"Can I ask you properly?" The blush was becoming deeper. Harriet nodded. He leaned in a little closer, still respecting her private space but far closer than anyone had ever been before. He opened his hand, waiting for her permission. She nodded slightly and placed her hand in it.
"May I take you to the dance, Miss Harriet?" Then raised her hand to his lips and kissed it ever so gently. She felt like her entire face was red but a beautiful smile spread across her face.
"Yes." He smiled back at her before leaning in even closer. Harriet thought that he was going to kiss her. But his mouth went close to her ear before whispering,
"Will you go with me to that little town your school likes to go to?" Harriet nodded, afraid that if she spoke she would be a bumbling fool. Viktor turned his head and kissed her temple before stepping back.
"I'll see you later." He turned to leave but Harriet, her stupid brain overridden by her unruly emotions, called out.
"Viktor." He turned. He looked rather dashing in his Durmstrang uniform.
"How did you learn such good English?" Honestly Harriet. That's the question you ask? You idiot. Luckily, Viktor wasn't offended at all. In fact, he laughed at the question before answering,
"Quidditch brings you around the world, Harriet. One most learn English to avoid any blunders with the reporters."
Harriet, who was still a young girl, mind you, rushed to tell Hermione the news. Only when she found Hermione, she was a little frazzled.
"Harry, we have to help the house elves!" Hermione sprung up and grabbed Harriet's shoulders.
"Hermione, calm down! Please don't tell me you're going on a hunger strike again. You're skinny enough already!" Hermione shook her head before answering.
"Harriet, follow me to the kitchens." Before grabbing Harriet's arm and dragged her to the kitchens. They passed Ron on the way and Harriet mouthed to him.
"Help me."
"Bloody hell, Hermione. Where's the fire?" Ron asked, distracting Hermione from trying to tear Harriet's arm out.
"Come on Ron." Before Hermione latched onto Ron too and continued to drag them towards the kitchens. Finally, they arrived at portrait with the large fruits. Hermione tickled the pear and the portrait opened up. Inside, hundreds upon thousands of house elves were cooking.
"See, this is slavery. Slavery! Harriet, Ron, how can the Wizarding World support this?!" Harriet sighed and was about answer her question when a familiar, squeaky voice.
"Miss Harriet!" As a little body rammed into her legs and squeezed them tight.
"Dobby!" Harriet reached down to hug the little elf back. He was wearing a clean Hogwarts pillowcase and had a big smile on his face.
"Come, Miss Harriet Potter Ma'am! Dobby has food!" The little elf latched onto her hand and began to drag her away to a table filled with food. Dobby, who had a lot of strength for a creature so small, pushed her into a chair and created a plate for her. Harriet, not wanting to be impolite, took a small spoonful of the butternut squash soup. Her eyes widen.
"Dobby, this is fantastic!" Dobby's smile became five times brighter. He jumped up and squeaked.
"Dobby is happy that Miss Harriet likes Dobby's cooking!" Hermione and Ron, who also sat down, argued, their voices becoming louder with each sentence.
"It's slavery."
"No, they're happy."
"No they're not!"
"Yes they bloody are!"
"Stop being arrogant, Ronald!"
"Stop pretending to know our history! Dammit Hermione, if you want to bloody well know why House Elves are fucking House Elves, look up the Elven Wizarding War of fucking 900 A.D!" Harriet and Hermione stared at Ron, who looked as red as his hair. Hermione, shocked by the fact that she didn't know something, timidly asked,
"Ron, what war?" Ron huffed before grumbling.
"If you're so bloody smart, find out yourself. I'm out of here." With that, Ron stood up and left the kitchen. The House Elves, who heard the argument and stopped working to watch, bowed slightly to Ron as he left. Hermione looked ready to cry before turning to Harriet and asking,
"What war?" Harriet sighed, thinking back to when Mama explained to her about the House Elves. God, that had been back in March.
"Around the time of the Roman Empire, wizards lived in, well not peace but still…, they had an agreement with Elven Kingdom. Wizards stay on Wizard Land; Elves stay on Elven Land. Then, around 750 A.D., back when Wizarding England had a kingdom, the King of the Elves ordered for the death of all wizarding children under the age of 10. An Elven seer had prophesized that a Wizarding child would be born that would lead to the downfall of the Elven Kingdom. The slaughter nearly destroyed our Wizarding population. Pregnant mothers were stabbed through their stomachs; children were thrown into dueling rings for death. Babies were tossed in the air and shot down. The Queen of Wizarding England, Queen Proserpina, had just gave birth to her first child, a girl named Enora. The princess was kidnapped by Elven spies and the next day, in front of the entire Elven capital, they tossed Princess Enora into Greek Fire."
Harriet stopped to drink the water Dobby was nice enough to provide for her. The House Elves looked solemn and shameful. Winky, the elf Harriet had met after the World Cup, stopped her sobbing in respect for the tale. Hermione waited with baited breath.
"However, Queen Proserpina had twins and the Prince, Efflam, was hidden, tucked away in the dungeons of the palace for his safety. No one, only the King, Queen and the Tutor knew of him. The King of England declared war and all of Wizarding Europe, who feared the Elven Kingdom, joined to help England. Then, when Efflam turned 17, his magic at full maturity, he stood before the army and lead them to battle. The fighting last for 150 years. The war nearly destroyed both the Wizarding and Elven worlds. However, the war did allow for the Wizarding World to keep reproducing. Finally, on the eve of Samhain of 900 A.D., the Queen of the Elves ended the war. The Elves, so strong in magic, had nearly destroyed their magical cores in their efforts to end the war. Depleted them to the point where the Elves now required to be bond to Wizards or magical beings in order to preform magic. The Queen created a treaty, cementing this agreement. King Efflam sighed it and Magi, all of the magic in the world, enforced the treaty for the rest of time. The great Elven Kingdom, for their crimes against magic and humanity, fell under servitude of Wizards and Witches. House Elves need a master or some magic bond with another magically creature in order to live. If not, death is in their near future."
Dancing, Harriet found out, was not her forte. Singing, yes she could sing. But dancing, God, Harriet was awful at it. This terrified her because she knew that the moment she walked out onto the dance floor, everyone was going to be watching her.
"Mama!" Harriet barged into Mama's office after Charms that December afternoon.
"Harriet, what happened?" Mama asked as she shot up from her chair, wand tightly grasped in her hand. However, embarrassment overwhelmed Harriet and her voice left her. She tried to speak but the words refused to flow out.
"Is it life threatening?" Harriet shook her head. Mama sighed before asking,
"Is this about the ball?" She nodded.
"Do you not like the dress we got?"
"No, it's beautiful! I, well, I just… It's really embarrassing."
"Cuilean, I've seen and heard a lot. I highly doubt you could shock me now." Well, that's true.
"I don't know how to dance." Mama stared at her for a moment, before smiling softly.
"That's all? Well, that can be fixed in a jiffy."
"Really?"
"Yes. Just wait here a moment. I need to make a call." Harriet sat and watched as Mama scooped up some floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.
"Severus, could you step through for a moment?" What?! No, please, no! Mama! Professor Snape strode through, his black robes bellowing behind him.
"Miss Potter." He nodded in acknowledgement. He turned to face Mama, so he didn't see the blush of embarrassment that tinted Harriet's cheek. "Can I help you, Minerva?"
"Yes. Harriet doesn't know how to waltz. I want you to be Harriet's dance partner for today."
I used to rule the World; Now in the morning I sleep alone; Sweep the streets I used to own
Severus
The Dark Mark was getting darker. The black ink filled in slowly, tainting his arm with each passing day. It troubled him. The Dark Lord was going to rise again and Severus wanted nothing more than to leave this horrid, shit filled world. What was stopping him? What was holding him back? What was-
"Sir?" Severus looked up to see Miss Potter standing before his desk, her sample from class resting in her hand. Right, she's the reason. The rest of the class was finishing their samples as Miss Potter looked at him, worry in her eyes. 'Are you alright?' they asked him.
"Place it on the corner. The rest of you, after you turn in your sordid attempts at the art of potion making, leave." Severus wasn't in the mood for students. The stress of the fucking potion ingredients thief and the fucking Dark Mark built up inside of him. Not to mention Miss Potter's hazardous stunt last week did nothing for his nerves. Honestly, who sings to a dragon? Miss Potter waited for the class to clear out before asking,
"Are you alright, Sir?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, the paper he was grading laid forgotten on his desk. He rose slowly and walked around his desk, to his bookcase. God, this year will be the death of him.
"I'm fine." His automatic respond groaned out and turned to face her, novel in hand. He was lying, of course. "Just a headache." Lies. She didn't look convinced but dropped it.
"Sir, what should I do-" His lab door was slammed open, the noise causing Severus to jump around and hold the intruder at wand point.
"Lower your wand, you rotten Death Eater." Mad-Eye growled. The older man's magic eye twirled and searched, looking at every inch of the classroom. The glassy pupil landed on Miss Potter and stayed there. She was in a battle ready stance, wand in her hand with her left hand inching closer to where she hid her knives.
"Miss Potter, what a surprise." Mad-Eye drawled out and smirked. "What is a girl like you doing here?" Severus tightened his grip on his wand and raised it even closer to drunkard. Miss Potter look unimpressed.
"I was asking Professor Snape a question about an essay I have to write."
"Well, you're going to have to leave, lassie." Mad-Eye smirked. "I got to check around and make sure this one," He nodded his head to Severus. "isn't infecting you." Miss Potter's eyes shifted to a glare.
"Seeing as I have a bad history with defense professors, I'm sure I'm safe with Professor Snape." Her cutting words stopped Mad-Eye's next comment. "But seeing as I have class, if you will excuse me. Professors." She left, her paranoia never letting her guard down until she was down the hall.
"That one's a pistol." Mad-Eye grumbled before turning to glare at Severus. He glared back with hatred and anger.
"Get out." He hissed as the emotions began to take over. How dare Mad-Eye barge in and make demands in his classroom?! How dare he?
"Albus gave me permission to inspect any room I want."
"And every time you're here, you find nothing. Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results."
"Fuck off and stay out of my way. I'm protecting the students. If I had my way, you'd be with your pals in Azkaban." Severus wanted to kill him but decided that the effort wasn't worth it.
"Fine, go look through my shit." Severus snarled as he turned to leave.
"And keep your eyes off Miss Potter, you sick bastard."
Severus snapped. The Occlumency shield that Severus had created was over powered by his hatred and anger. Mad-Eye, who obviously wasn't expecting wandless magic, was thrown back into the wall covered with vials, his wand flying out into the hallway. A shadowy glow surrounded Severus' body as he stomped over to the fallen DADA professor and grabbed the fabric around his neck. He raised the old man off the ground and hissed out.
"Never again even try to hint that my relationship with Miss Potter is anything but platonic and legal! She is a child! I may be many things but a pedophile and pervert I am not! Search through whatever the fuck you want, Mad-Eye, for you will find nothing. I don't give a flying fuck of what you think of me but you will leave her out of this. Am I clear?" He didn't even wait for an answer. He dropped the piece of shit onto the ground where he belonged and left the classroom.
Minerva and Poppy found him in his quarters, sipping a glass of whiskey as he tried to forget the hell of a day. Knowing that nothing would stop the two woman, he let them in and gave them a glass.
"Severus, you know that you aren't allowed to skip dinner." Poppy scolded lightly as Minerva asked a House Elf for a light dinner.
"I'm fine, Poppy." Minerva and Poppy glared at him for his automatic response.
"No, you're not." Minerva said. "You've been stressed. I can tell. You can fool everyone else, lad, but not me."
"No." Poppy ordered when he opened his mouth to reply. "You are going to eat and then you're going to explain why Mad-Eye came to me today with glass shards in his arse." Oh, so he did crash into his vials. Good.
"Ok." Severus knew by now that nothing could stop Poppy and Minerva when they want something. The dinner was good and he was quite hungry, but Severus hated it when Minerva and Poppy decided to treat him like a First Year. It was quite humiliating actually. Luckily, Minerva and Poppy weren't upset with him after he explained why he snapped.
"That man!" Minerva exclaimed as she paced. "The more this year goes by, the more I want him gone. How dare he even suggest such a thing?"
Poppy, while furious with Mad-Eye, remained quiet. She stared at Severus with a familiar calculating gleam in her eyes. It reminded Severus of the time he arrived to school with a broken arm (Thanks Dad) and he tried to lie his way out it. Poppy, being the Slytherin that she was, get the truth out of anyone.
"What else's been happening?" Poppy voiced out as Minerva stopped her pacing to look at him. Severus sighed before rolling up his sleeve on his left arm. The women gasped.
"It's getting darker?" Minerva asked as Poppy gently grabbed the branded limb to inspect it closely. He nodded.
"When did this start?" Poppy asked.
"Well, I didn't notice it until after the cup but it was so light I thought nothing out it. It became noticeable on Halloween though. Karakaroff been trying to ask me if I noticed to and if the Dark Lord's coming back. I've been avoiding him." Severus explained as Poppy casted an inspection spell on his arm. Minerva resumed her pacing.
"I don't like this. This year already started off horrible, let's throw in the resurrected You-Know-Who for good measure." Minerva grumbled out. "Harriet's already in too much danger."
"I'll have to end Miss Potter's tutoring if that happens." Severus said, the weight of spying again already burdening his shoulders. Minerva and Poppy shared a look, one that Severus knew that he wasn't going to like what they were going to have to say next.
"Actually Severus," Minerva started. "Poppy and I have been, well, thinking of a way around that. Now, all I ask is that you hear me out before you say no." They told him about their plan and Severus realized why Minerva asked him not to interrupt.
"Are you bat shit crazy?!" Severus rarely yelled at Minerva or Poppy, in fact he had only did it once, but this? This idea was one of the most ridiculous schemes he had ever heard.
"No! I won't do it! I refuse!" He shouted, rising so fast out of his chair that it fell backwards. But the two women didn't even flinch.
"Severus Tobias Snape." Minerva snapped out. He flinched at the use of his full name. "Calm down this insist." Her order caused Severus to occulemens. He pushed back his emotions and thought over the details of their "plan."
"Minerva, Poppy." He started as he fixed his chair and sat again. "I apologize for yelling at you. But honestly, this plan of yours', it's ludicrous, it's preposterous, it's-"
"Severus, we understand your concern." Oh do you really, Poppy? Because I don't think you do. "This is in case You-Know-Who does rises again. Minerva and I have been going through as many plans as possible since the World Cup. This is the only one we could think of that could work and prepare Harriet against him. Please, Severus, we're asking for much but what else can we do?"
Not this! Severus thought as he leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. No, this plan, he couldn't do it. But deep down, he knew that the two wise women in front of him were right. But God fucking dammit, why did they have to be right?
"Severus," Minerva placed a hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't ask this of you unless I was one hundred percent certain that I could trust you. There is no one less who I would want to do this. Please, Severus. Do it for Harriet."
Do if for Harriet. How odd. Whenever anyone wanted Severus to do something, they would always say 'Do it for Lily.' When had that changed? When had everything changed? Severus resigned himself to his fate.
"Do you have the ingredients?" He said as he looked up to see Poppy nodded. Their eyes implored them.
"I'll start the potion tomorrow."
Miss Potter couldn't dance. As gracefully as she was when she dueled, Miss Potter was rather clumsy when she danced. Though, if the blush on her cheeks was anything to go by, she was probably embarrassed that he was her practice dance partner. He didn't blame her. Minerva smirked at him when she asked him for help and he knew that she was testing him. Damn her. How did he always get dragged into this?
"Harriet, fix your arm. Place your hand on his shoulder, like this dear. Step closer, Severus doesn't have a disease, Harriet. Yes, better. Alright, Severus, lead away." Minerva turned on the music. The Blue Danube, how original Minerva. Minerva giggled as the pair stumbled through the steps. Of course, it didn't help that Miss Potter wouldn't stop looking at her feet.
"Miss Potter." She looked up at him. "Listen of the beat. Do you hear how its tell you to dance?" She looked at him with confusion. He rolled his eyes before thinking of a different method. "Stop looking at your feet. At the moment, I'm the one who's dancing with you. Imagine we're a dueling pair. They are in harmony, correct?" She nodded. "I am the one who leads, you are the one who follows. If I step forward, what are you to do?"
"I step back."
"Correct, if I raise my arm?"
"I twirled under it."
"If I lead us in a circle in one direction?"
"I'm to follow."
"Now do it."
Christmas day was not a day that Severus looked forward to. Especially since this year involved the blasted Yule Ball. Which meant that the entire school remained at school this year. God dammit.
The actual dance wasn't until much later, around seven thirty or so, and Albus, being the man at he was, insisted that the entire staff be at the event. Because God forbid he actually enjoy his holiday with peace and quiet.
The day passed too quickly in Severus' opinion. Now he stood in a packed, winter wonderland decorated Great Hall in his best black dress robes. He scolded at everyone, for he very clearly didn't want to be here.
"Stop looking like a Grinch, dear. Its unhealthy." Poppy commented as she stood next to him in her burgundy dress robes.
"Do you think Albus would notice if I left?" He asked.
"Of course he would and if he didn't, Minerva certainly will. So, you'll just have to keep this old bat company."
"You're hardly old, Poppy." She rolled her eyes.
"Flattery get you nowhere, Severus. I'm reaching around seventy years old now. I'm getting older, dear, but you can't get rid of me yet." Severus rolled his eyes at her pet name for him. She's been calling him that since he was 11.
"Oh, look. It's starting." Poppy announced as the Great Hall's doors opened. Mr. Diggory, who appeared to be in a trance, stumbled as he escorted the part veela Beauxbatons champion. Behind them was the Durmstrang champion escorting… Miss Potter.
Her gown was a lacy, the floor length but skin tight skirt black. The high necked top was white lace with black, lace flower garnishing it. Her hair was done in some elaborate hair style and held back by a jeweled, emerald hair piece. Her makeup was elegantly done. She looked older, taller. She looked-
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Poppy whispered out as they watched the champions begin the waltz. "Minerva and Harriet found the dress when they were in Paris. Minerva thought that it may be too older for her but your potions held her grow so much. She looks fantastic. Doesn't she?" Severus nodded and watched as Miss Potter laughed at some joke the Quidditch star made and danced with grace. His eyes narrowed.
Boxing day, finally. That blasted ball couldn't have ended sooner in Severus' opinion. But he would soon regret that opinion as the Daily Prophet arrived. He choked on his coffee when he read the title and saw the photo.
"Love is in the air! Harriet Potter is pregnant with Viktor Krum's child!"
Below the title was Miss Potter, being thoroughly kissed by Viktor Krum.
Author's Note- Rita strikes again! That bitch. Sorry, I never liked Rita and believe me, she will not end well in this story, let me tell you. Now you guys may be wonder, is Severus getting jealous? Spoiler, yeah, he is, in a really tiny amount. Mostly, he just feels odd. However, he doesn't realize this because to him Harriet is still Miss Potter, a child, daughter of Lily, who he loves still. Thus, the relationship is still adult to child, mentor to student, etc. The reason Severus is jealous has been hinted throughout the story so I'm not going to say it out right. However, if you would look at the chapters were Harriet nearly dies, you'll see a line where Severus can't explain his actions when he saves her. Do you guys like how Harriet's with Viktor? I thought that it would be cool to change things up a bit. And finally, what's that plan that Minerva and Poppy created that caused Severus to lose his shit? You guys will find out at the end of Part 2: the Goblet of Fire. I love you guys so much! Please keep reviewing! I live off of your thoughts and comments! See you guys soon!
-V.I. Winthrop