Harry was sitting in Potions, not really paying attention to what Snape was saying, he knew that really he should try harder to get on with the man, but he couldn't bring himself to, but then again for Melanie. She did seem rather attached to him.

So as Snape shot out the next question Harry slowly raised his hand, Snape's black eyes flickered over to him for a second and a hint of a smile could be seen on his face.

"Potter?"

"Asphodel and wormwood, sir, those are the main ingredients," Harry answered. He got a nod from Snape and the class was shocked, many still not knowing that Snape was Melanie's Godfather, after all they had no reason.

As they left the room, ready to go to lunch, Harry was somewhat shocked to find Melanie waiting outside his class; she smiled at him, and then went into the room, skipping up to Snape. Harry standing there watching her as she smiled up at the older man before starting to say whatever it was that she had come here to say.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, who both shrugged their shoulders, indicating that they didn't know what she was here about either, shaking his head and realising that he couldn't protect her from her own Godfather Harry walked to the great hall.

"He is her Godfather; she should be allowed to see him whenever she wants." Ron said eventually.

"I never said she couldn't," Harry mumbled missing the looks Ron and Hermione sent each other. They settled down on the Gryffindor table and started on lunch, fifteen minutes later Melanie walked into the great hall, her arm linked with Luna Lovegood, both were laughing merrily, Melanie had thrown her head back, her hair tumbling and swaying, catching the attention of nearly everyone, her sweet laugh ringing around the hall.

"I'll talk to you later Luna!" Melanie called as she made her way towards were Ginny was sitting, which was surprisingly not with Harry but Colin Creevey and some other girls in her year.

"Why are they there?" Ron asked through a mouthful of ham sandwich, which caused Hermione to scrunch up her nose disgustedly.

"I expect they want some time around their other friends, just because Ginny and Harry are dating doesn't mean she wants to ditch her other friends, and Melanie is quite popular as well, she'll have other friends, and plus those two are like sisters, they'll want some them time." Hermione explained to Ron, but got the distinct impression it went straight over his head.

"But you're their best friend too, so am I, aren't I?" Ron questioned.

"Yes Ron, but more like in a brotherly way, and yes I am however they spend most of their time with me anyway, and are safe with the knowledge that I'm always with you two, and so therefore they take a bit of time to themselves, as Ginny is usually curled around Harry," Ron looked slightly disgusted, but then he could understand slightly, however they were girls and so he would never understand fully.

Harry grinned at his friend, and then shook his head.

"I'm going to talk to Dumbledore tonight, about living arrangements, Emma said if we're allowed that we'll go live with her, the house has enough rooms for me and Melanie, and even about fifty guests on top, so that should be good. I know Melanie wants to meet Petunia, and stay with Snape, at least during the day. But I don't know about Sirius and Remus, or you guys-" But he didn't finish his as he was cut off by a scream, he shot up and looked around until his eyes landed on Melanie.

He rushed towards her and looked down at what she was staring at, it was the daily prophet, he hadn't read it in months, even Hermione given up reading it. But there in capitol letters was the most horrid title ever.

LAUGHS SHARED BY POTTER CHILDREN BEFORE VISIT TO SISTERS GRAVE

On the page was a picture of Melanie and Harry laughing, but it certainly wasn't from the day they visited their sister's grave, which was now over two weeks ago. And beside that was a picture of Harry and Ginny together, but what really shocked Harry was the picture of Melanie and Draco.

"What the bloody hell! How dare they? HOW BLOODY WELL DARE THEY!" Melanie seethed, her eyes watering, how could they say that about her and Harry. Severus left his place at the staff table, as had Remus and looked to see what had set Melanie off, they were shocked at how cruel the editor was.

Ginny wrapped her arms around Melanie as she shook the paper, trying not to let her tears fall, but it was a losing battle and soon she was consumed by her sobs. Hermione was shocked, and searched for the writer, and screeched.

"That Rita Skeeter, Oh how I am going to make that foul woman pay!" Hermione shrieked, Ron flinched, but continued patting Harry's back.

"Professor we have to do something! This is horrid!" Hermione begged Remus, he nodded, but was unsure of what they could do, the article had already been printed.

Just as that occurred to him Dumbledore called Harry, Melanie, Severus and Remus to his office, still in shock about seeing his sister with Draco Malfoy Harry walked silently up to the office.

Once there and sat down Dumbledore looked at them seriously.

"I feel you may be unaware of all the comments flying around about you in the Daily prophet, unfortunately this was not the first article, but I will most certainly make sure it is the last," Dumbledore said all twinkle gone from his eye. "As you may know there are people out to ruin your reputation, as you will have a lot of influence in the wizarding world once you leave school, but I have to ask you to ignore this, it will be dealt with, please don't think otherwise. I have also had a request, I am sorry Harry, I know you'll not take this well, but it's time you met some one."

From behind Dumbledore came the man who he had seen at the teachers' table weeks ago, he'd been there a few times since talking to Remus and Snape, Harry eyed him warily. He was wearing the black jumper again, but the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, worn jeans and trainers, he looked quite casual and Harry knew he certainly wasn't a teacher.

"Harry, Melanie, this is Christopher. Christopher Potter."

Harry got up and stormed out of the room.