Chapter One:

"Madeline, for the last time get your butt out of bed this instant!" Hanna yelled to her daughter. "If you don't get downstairs and eat your breakfast you will miss the train."

"Five more minutes," a very groggy Mia replied. Her mother poured water on her in response. "Fine," Mia exclaimed and slowly got out of bed.

"Good," was all her mother said as she walked out of the room.

Mia walked into the bathroom and stared at the mirror for a good minute before doing anything to help her appearance. She brushed her long dark brown hair and put it back in a messy bun then proceeded to put on mascara to make her gold eyes pop. She then proceeded to grab a pair of jeans that were about 2 sizes too big and a tank top before heading downstairs.

"Mia, please tell me you're not going to wear that on your first day. You are a prefect now, Dear. What happened to that dress we got you?" Her mother nagged but Mia wasn't paying much attention to her, she was too tired and somewhat dreading going back to school. She was not happy about being a prefect, not one bit.

"Nobody will care what I'm wearing, I am going to be wearing a robe once we get to school, remember?" Mia brought up.

"Well, yes but you need to make the right impression. One of authority and class," her mother said frankly. "You know I was a prefect right?"

"Yes Mother," Mia rolled her eyes, she has heard the stories a thousand times. Her little brother Tristan caught her eye, he looked just as annoyed.

Her mother sighed, "at least let me fix your hair."

They arrived at the station right on time, with barely a minute to spare.

"I love you," her mother said as she kissed her on the forehead. "Now be good," her mother warned, looking mostly at Tristan. While Mia may be somewhat distracted at times, she never got in trouble but Tristan-who was now entering his third year-was a completely different case.

"Look after your brother Mia," her mother somewhat whispered in her ear. "Have a good year and write often!"

Mia hopped on the train and met with the other prefects. She barely knew any of them which further fed into her suspicion that her father had something to do with her becoming a prefect. He was a professor after all, and very close with the headmaster.

"Your turn to patrol," a fellow prefect informed her. She could not for the life of her remember his name but she knew that he was in Ravenclaw.

Mia got up without responding and headed out the door to "patrol." What did they expect her to find anyway?

"Hey, get out of the way," one boy crashed into her, acting as though he was saving her from something. "You don't want to be the next person in that door frame, believe me."

Mia did not want to know why that was and decided to take a blind eye to it. She wasn't really one to enforce rules, which is why she was so confused that she was made a prefect. She looked over at the redhead standing there. She figured he must be a Weasley since he looked a lot like Percy, who she knew because he was a prefect and head boy.

"Hey, you're Snape's daughter aren't you?" the redhead said, hardly asking.

"At your service," Mia said, smiling. She used to hate it when people would recognize her as their least favorite professor's daughter but now she found it somewhat amusing. He just kind of stared at her so she walked away.

"Hey!" The redhead called. "Aren't you in Gryffindor?"

"Yes, why?" Mia asked.

"A little weird, that's all. Your dad is the head of Slytherin," he pointed out the obvious.

"Yes, my father was a little upset that I didn't get into Slytherin but my brother did so he at least has one of us in his house."

"I'm George by the way; you will get to know my name this year since you seem to be a prefect. I'm sure there is a warning in the book of prefects about my brother and me," George smiled.

"I'm sure there is, but I definitely did not read that book," Mia smiled back. "I'm Mia, I will be your prefect for the year." He was a cute redhead, tall and pretty muscular.

She went to walk away again but George spoke again. "Hey Mia, this is Fred," George kind of called to her.

Mia turned around and saw double. This will be interesting, she thought. She wasn't aware that George was a twin but she did know that the Weasley twins were trouble makers. "Hello Fred, I'm Mia."

"You know, Snape's daughter," George filled Fred in. Fred was having a hard time believing that Mia was Snape's daughter. They didn't look much alike and she was a lot less greasy than Snape. She was actually kind of cute and looked too young to be a prefect. He knew that he had seen her around somewhere and figured that she must be in Gryffindor as well.

"Hey Mia, nice to meet you," Fred said offering her a hand.

"If I shake your hand will it electrocute me?" Mia asked.

"Fair question," Fred said smiling at her. Cute with a sense of humor, he could go for a girl like her. Too bad she's Snape's daughter.

"Well, I'd better get back to the prefects before someone reports me for fraternizing with the enemy," she smiled and waved at them, making her way back up front.

"She's too cute to be Snape's daughter," Fred whispered to George.

Mia turned around "I heard that."