And I'm back! So far I haven't gotten too many reviews, is that because my story is bad or because I didn't ask for any? Anyways, this was early but I guess that's a good thing so I'll probably update at least once a week now.

Snape: *snorts*

Me: You know, I was going to do the disclaimer for you, but now that you're being rude, you're going to do it.

Snape: I'm a grown man. You're just a little girl who writes stories.

Me: I am NOT little. Stories have power. Now do the disclaimer.

Snape: No. *starts tap-dancing* what-stop it! I demand you stop!

Me: Disclaimer.

Snape: Nicoisawesome does not own anything! *stops dancing* I don't even tap-dance!

Me: You do now. Shoo.

Snape: Gladly. *Walks briskly away, trying to maintain what dignity he has*

Me: Yeah. Rowling owns all except for the plot and you-know-what. And to guest name Halfbloodhill, I'll try to make them longer. Thanks to guest Halfbloodhill for reviewing and 2meanbrothers for following the story! Oh, and thanks to paratrooper321fa for reviewing too. What do you mean by back story?

3rd POV

Celia sat in the orphanage, bored out of her mind. The clock seemed so slow. Three thirty, she kept reminding herself. At three thirty, she would board the Hogwarts train and go to a school for witches and wizards. Apparently that was what was going on, right? The lady had told her that.

Normally, Celia would have told the lady to sit tight while she got some very nice men with very big nets, and some medication. But when the lady levitated a random item in her room with a stick that was actually a wand, she was convinced.

She bounced in excitement when the clock reached three twenty eight. She was going to meet her dad, who she'd never met, but was bound to be fun. He HAD to be. All her positive, pranking traits didn't come from nowhere.

The door opened and the lady came in. "Time to go. Take your luggage and grab my arm."

There wasn't much to take. Celia's mother had been a screaming banshee, and didn't really care for Celia. Celia grabbed her teal suitcase that had a smiley face on it and hesitantly touched the lady's arm. Her stomach twisted as she felt an odd sensation.

The lady looked at her and Celia handed her a package. "Could you give that to my dad?" She nodded.

The lady handed her a paper and was gone. Celia looked at it, then back at her surroundings. The letter read:

Go to Platform 9 ¾. To get there, run through the walls of platform 9 and 10. Your father has your required necessities. He will meet you at Hogwarts.

She crossed the platforms and stared at the wall. "Just run straight at it, don't worry." She told herself unconvincingly, tugging at her hair. Her feet ran, and she slipped through the wall.

Celia's POV

They couldn't have made it less creepy. No, it had to be a brick wall that looked completely solid. Why couldn't we just touch the wall and it would bring us to Hogwarts or something?

A moment of quick darkness passed, and then I was in front of a train. I gasped and grinned, clutching my suitcase tighter. On the huge, beautiful train, read the letters: HOGWARTS-before I could read more, two redheaded twins crashed into me from behind. We all fell to the ground.

"Oh-sorry-"A scrambling hand brushed my shoulder-"-ouch, Fred-" They sorted themselves out and stood. They were completely identical! Twin 1 offered his a hand. "Sorry about that, but you shouldn't stand in front of the Hogwarts train entrance." I took the hand gratefully. Twin 2 glanced curiously at my suitcase. "Say, you don't seem to be around here. What's your name?"

I was gazing at their freckles and red hair. Both of them had unruly hair that sprung in all directions, but could be found attractive in a way. They were both tall, I could give them that. "Huh?" I snapped out of my daze, embarrassed. "Sorry. My name's Celia-" I paused. Was it Snape now or still Charleston? Probably Snape now-"Snape." I finished quickly.

They didn't withdraw their hands, but the grins faded. "You're Snape's kid?" I nodded enthusiastically. "I'm twelve. But I've never met my dad before. Have you?"

The twins glanced at each other with an amused expression. They nodded at me. "He's a professor at Hogwarts. Maybe he'll soften up once he sees you. How can you be Snape's kid? You've grinned four thousand times already." They looked at me mischievously before saying goodbye.

I climbed aboard, tugging my suitcase along. A blond haired boy streaked past, sliding open a door. There was a door here? Oh, it was a compartment. Feeling stupid, I slid the door open again.

"What do you-oh. Hello." The boy straightened, gazing at me so intensely I felt embarrassed again. I smiled. "Hi! I'm Celia. Could I sit here?" I didn't want to say my last name, because I was afraid he would react the same way the twins had. He looked ready to say yes and ask me to sit with him forever, but he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"You a pureblood?" He grunted, his hands already halfway across the chair to slide his books over. I frowned. "What's that?" He sighed.

"What's your last name?" He asked me, smoothing his hair awkwardly. I stood there, still feeling idiotic. There was no escaping this.

"Uh…Snape. My mom wasn't a witch, though. If that's what you're talking about." I began to leave. "Look, if you don't-" He interrupted me. "No! I mean-you can sit here. I don't think half-bloods are that, uh, bad. Better than muggleborns." He offered a small smile. I smiled and sat down.

"Draco Malfoy." He stuck out his hand. I shook it and settled back into my seat: "Cecelia Snape; I prefer Celia."

"So…Snape? He's my godfather, so I guess in a way we're related." I raised my eyebrows at him and he laughed. "You look like your father."

I quickly smoothed out my eyebrow and he seemed to catch the movement, laughing. I folded my hands over my chest and heaved a sigh. He covered his mouth, smiling. "Still like your dad!" He laughed, muffling his snorts. I rolled my eyes and he stopped laughing. His face was pink from laughing, and I frowned. "Still like my dad?" He nodded, smirking.

I broke into a full smile. "Now?" He shook his head. "Your dad doesn't smile." My smile faltered. My dad didn't smile?! Well, I had a lot to look up to.

"Wait. Is he, you know, kind of easygoing?" I asked Draco. Draco snorted. "He smiles about as much as mudbloods are pure." I gulped. Draco looked at me. "Are you okay?"

"I kind of sent him a package that explodes in your face and drenches you in water…I wrote 'Happy Early April Fools' on a paper!" I whispered, stricken. Draco's mouth twitched, and soon he was laughing again. I scowled and he bolted upright. "Don't do that to your face!" He demanded in such a stricken way I smiled.

"We're almost there. Are you sorted?" He looked me up and down, and I realized I was wearing my black T-shirt with a smiley face on it. It said in yellow letters: I'm smiling-this should scare you. My ripped up jeans weren't design; they were literally ripped from years of being a klutz.

I shook my head, and my jet-black hair whipped my face. "Nope. My dad's picking me up at Hogwarts. It's my first time here, so whatever sorting is, I didn't do it yet." Draco nodded and changed outside. He came back in robes, which looked surprisingly good on him. I tugged an iPod out of my suitcase and turned the sound up. It crackled for a minute, which was a little weird, because I had just paid for a virus clearing.

"Who sang that?" Draco looked awed as we finished listening to a Bridget Mendler song. I told him. "She a witch?" I shook my head. He gaped at the iPod and I laughed. "For a muggle she sings good." He admitted.

"Muggle?" I repeated.

He smoothed his gelled hair back. "Non-magical beings." The sniff he added showed he didn't like them.

"What's wrong with Muggles?" I asked, a little defensive.

Draco jolted and glanced at me, not sure how to respond. "I've always...believed...that they were lower than us."

I frowned. "And your parents believe the same?" He nodded. "Hm." I thought about that, then shrugged.

I put the song on repeat and we sat there, listening to "Hurricane" for the rest of the ride. Awkward.

Then the train lurched to a stop and it was my turn to gape like a goldfish.

Hope this was better. I have a tendency to rush things and pretty soon my stories are all conversation…so I rewrote half of this. I already figured out what house she's going to be in, but I'll be putting up a poll soon and u guys can vote on pairings. Please review!