Yay! I'm back! I have a messed up schedule right now, so nobody knows when I'll update again!

Me: I'm not doing the disclaimer! Who's up?

Snape: You can't expect me to do it; you just sprung a daughter on me.

Me: Okay…HARRY!

Snape: I'll be back next chapter…*tries to leave*

Me: Stay.

Harry: What-oh. Hello, professor Snape. I'll just do the disclaimer. Nicoisawesome does not own anything.

Me: Except Celia.

Harry: Who-

Snape: Someone you will stay away from. Goodbye, Mr. Potter. *leaves*

Me: *Sighs* sorry Harry.

Harry: It's fine. I hate that git.

Me: Ironic how the books turn out.

Harry: What books?

Me: Oh! Um…nothing! BYE! *Shoves Harry out* To JoyWaylett, thanks and I'm not being modest here: there are lots of snape's daughter is Hermione, snape's son is harry, and not many oc daughters, so I decided to try my hand at it, so I'm glad you like it! To guest, thanks for telling me the gargoyle steps aside, and to other guest, as for the house she's in…your answer is right in the chapter! To anyone who's wondering because I got a review question for this, more back story will come up sooner or later…I DO NOT want things to get mushy, but who knows?

Celia's POV

I left the train and said goodbye to Draco. But where was I going to go?! I stood by the train awkwardly as passing students gave me weird looks. Then suddenly a hook-nosed, greasy-haired man swooped by. "Is there a Cecelia here?" He snapped out with annoyance. My feet froze. No way.

I stepped up. "Here, sir." He turned around like a hawk, sizing me up. I gave him a huge smile and he frowned. "Take my arm." He said curtly. I reached out quickly; he didn't seem like the type of person to mess with. There was a CRACK and I felt the familiar stomach-twisting feeling. The world swayed for a moment, and then we were somewhere else.

It was a funeral. Everything was black, black, and black. Oh, did I mention black? I turned a full circle, looking for the man, oh wait, Dad, until I caught him striding towards a door. He yanked it open and I rushed to keep up. "It's your room." He growled, and I streaked past him, taken aback by how grumpy he was.

My room consisted of a simple GRAY lamp, a BLACK drawer, and a BLACK bed with BLACK sheets and white pillows. At least something wasn't black.

"Thanks." I didn't smile this time. He nodded, again, curtly. Okay, I get it. You don't like talking. I turned my back on him and began unpacking. iPod, set of clothes, more sets of clothes, and three pairs of shoes. I used to have five, but I decided the two pairs were useless since they were so worn they had frays coming out.

Dad-that didn't seem right, but it was- watched me with darting eyes, then turned and left. Um, okay. I folded my clothes again, then reluctantly turned to the door. Now what?

I reached the silver doorknob (what doorknob is silver?) and pulled it open with a squeak. Dad was sitting there, writing and marking papers. He didn't even look up. "Yes?" He sounded annoyed.

"I just want to know, do you want me here or not? All I get from you is annoyed, short sentences, and then you turn around and leave. I'd rather go back to the orphanage!" I glared at him, crossing my arms.

He looked surprised for the tiniest second, which was a small victory for me, but then his face was masked by a calm, furious demeanor. "Of course I want you here. If I hadn't I would have simply left you on the train exit. You will not talk to me like that." He replied, his tone controlled yet angry.

SURE YOU WANT ME HERE! YOU WERE TOTALLY SENDING WAVES OF WELCOMNESS. TOTALLY. NOT.

"I'm twelve!"I protested. Then I paused. That wasn't right. Oh. I was thirteen; my birthday passed a few weeks ago. I had been so wrapped up in Mom's death, and the magic thingy, I had forgotten my BIRTHDAY.

Dad raised an eyebrow. "Then perhaps you should start acting like a twelve year old." Perhaps? Was he some kind of wise old man stuck in a younger man's body or something? No offense to old men. Wait, that wasn't offensive. Okay, moving on.

I crossed my arms. "Actually, I just realized I'm thirteen."

The door knocked, and Dad stood hastily. "Enter!" He called in his cold voice. A bearded man entered, his eyes twinkling. TWINKLING.

"is she ready to be sorted?" He asked. Dad nodded and he pulled out his chair. I sat, totally lost. "Sorted?" A large hat swept over me.

This is new! The hat chuckled, and I jumped.

You talk?! I asked in my mind, incredulously.

But of course. Now, where to put you? Where to put you? The hat murmured in my mind. I shouldn't even CONSIDER Ravenclaw-

Ravenclaw? What's that?

The hat tipped, and my head moved along with it. A House for students of wit and learning.

Okay, here's this old raggedy hat telling me I wasn't smart. I feel highly insulted.

Hufflepuff is a strong House for you-that's for the loyal and the just-but no, no, that's not for you. Now Gryffindor, you've got a right amount of bravery, but even Hufflepuff overrides that-

I huffed. So now I'm an idiotic coward. Things were looking up for me. Oh, but I'm loyal! So much better! A idiotic coward loyal to stupidity! Yippee.

There was a huge rush of memories flying past me, and I started. Those are private! I shoved the hat out.

It chuckled. Chuckled. No worries, I've seen enough. You are very cunning; yes, oh my, just like your father I see! Those big boys never managed to sway your defiance, did you? A better way to say I was an outcast. Thanks.

I told you. I gritted my teeth. Those. Memories. Are. Private.

Hm...better be-

"SLYTHERIN!" It shouted. The bearded old man smiled slightly, and Dad just nodded. I just sat there, confused. "What was that?"

"My dear, it's the house you were sorted in. I am Headmaster Dumbledore." I grinned slightly. Headmaster, huh? He seemed nice. I pulled out a small, tiny box from my pocket.

"This is for you." I grinned. Headmaster Dumbledore took it with a surprised smile and began to tear the tape.

Dad realized what it was. "Don't open it. Albus, if you value your robes, do not open it." Dad warned, shooting me a look. I only smiled wider and coaxed, "Open it. You wouldn't want to be impolite, now would you?"

"Cecelia!" Dad glared at me, but it didn't faze me. Years of pranking taught me that. Headmaster looked at the package, at me, then at Dad. Oh, come on. Don't ruin my fun. And he opened it.

BAM! Water shot straight out of the box and drenched both Dad and the Headmaster. It was really meant for the Headmaster, but Dad reached over to grab it at the last moment, so both of them got wet. I burst out laughing, and the hat chuckled on my head.

"This is the second time I'm changing robes, and I don't appreciate it!" Dad stomped off to his room, his shoes making squishy wet sounds as he walked.

Headmaster Dumbledore looked only amused, so I didn't have to worry about another tempered man. He wiped a droplet of water from his very wet beard and laughed heartily. I smiled. This was what a dad should be like. Not like that greasy-haired, silent man who had just run off to sulk.

"You remind me of a certain pair of twins. Now, I best go off and dry myself before I catch a cold. Your father can give you all the necessary items. School starts in a week, so you best try and catch up. You'll be a third year. Goodbye, my dear." He patted my shoulder and whisked off with the creepy, talking hat.

I sighed and tucked my feet in on the chair, rocking myself slowly. The thought of catching up to "third-year" wizards and witches made me queasy. I needed to review everything as fast as possible. I had one week to learn what took the wizards three years to learn. Go figure.

Snape's POV( AN: This'll be short; I'm bad at adult POVs)

I swept a cart into Cecelia's room. She was still wearing the strange muggle clothes with the logo. I covered up a snort and told her," Your wand, robes, and books are all in there. I suggest you throw away those silly pranks of yours. Other teachers will not take them as lightly." With a turn, I left her room, ignoring her mumbled," Lightly?"

Albus, you infuriating old man.

************************Three Days Later*********************************

Celia's POV

He basically ignored me every chance he got. It was incredibly boring, but I was used to being ignored. The kids at the orphanage wanted nothing to do with each other but sit and dawdle.

So I buried myself in books, learnt spells, until I finished each once or twice already. I found my meals in my room drawer every day.

It was almost unbearable, but I managed to cope for a few days. I kept myself busy practicing spells, trying on my robes, and reading the books over and over again. Sometimes I would make potions and place them in the last layer of the drawer, where I put possessions, not clothes. If you're wondering how I got ingredients, Dad has a whole shelf of them.

I opened the door to go to the restroom, and Dad stood, going out. I frowned. "Where are you going?" I asked him quietly. He stiffened, then tossed a," Library" at me. I froze. Library? Of course, this was a school. I waited for him to leave then rushed to the door, watching him turn the corner.

I grinned at myself. Looks like I'd be going somewhere tonight.

Was this short? I can't be sure because the length on my computer is different from the length from fanfiction. Whatever, you guys tell me. Until next time(which won't be for long I hope)!