Just to warn you guys, school projects have been handed out, and it might alter my schedule. But then again, it might not. I posted a chapter, but the computer went haywire at me. Sorry.

I want to put up the poll for pairings, but I need some help. It can't be Draco cuz he's like family, and it can't be Ron because his first impression to Celia was a big prejudiced git. So who should it be? So far I have only one option: Harry Potter. So what do you suggest? PM me or review. I need help, guys!

Cecelia: What's all this?

Me: Oh, Celia! I thought it was Snape.

Cecelia: Technically I am Snape…

Me: THE MALE ONE!

Celia: Oh. Well, he's a mean old git. Nicoisawesome does NOT OWN ANYTHING except me.

Celia: I have to go.

Me: Sure, bye. Okay: To 2meanbrothers, thanks and I think I'll probably do Harry/Celia anyways. There is definitely going to be problems with Ron and Celia. To guest, thanks, I'm STILL STILL STILL working on the length, though I update once in a few days, so maybe I'll have short chapters and quick updates. To archerm99, thanks to you too! You guys don't know how thankful I am, THANK YOU!

3rd POV

"I can't believe you, Ronald!" Hermione slammed the book down in a futile attempt to get her anger and embarrassment out.

Harry stared off into the distance where Celia had left. Draco had been completely ignorant to the trio, which was like a complete blessing. He couldn't help but see Snape in her, though: the smirk she threw at Draco, the raven black eyes glittering dangerously. Except-he couldn't believe he was thinking this-he didn't think she was that bad.

"What? She was being a complete annoyance! Blimey, Hermione-ow!" Ron feebly fended off a smack on the shoulder.

"She was not! You were being a complete, complete-" Hermione shook her head angrily. "Slytherin!" Then she covered her mouth, eyes small, realizing she had just lost the fight.

Ron grinned with triumph. "You admit it! All Slytherins are gits, and she's one too!"

Harry thought back to the black curls. "Quit it, both of you, before we get kicked out of here." He ducked his head to scribble on his parchment as the librarian's eyes swept dangerously over the crowd of readers in the Hogwarts library.

Hermione glowered at Ron. "Ronald Weasley, you are the biggest git I have ever met, Slytherin and all!" She took her homework and stomped out, casting a glance at the now standing librarian. Ron stared at her hand. "Now how am I supposed to do this?" Ron muttered to himself, staring at the quill hovering above his barely touched parchment.

Harry looked up, too. Without Hermione they were hopeless. He put away his things and rolled up his parchment. "Come on, mate. We should go." He hesitated. "You know, she isn't that bad."

Ron's jaw fell open. "Harry, mate, she's the devil's spawn! She's a Snape!"

Harry shrugged. "At least give her a chance, mate."

"She's done something to you. I don't know what, but she has." Ron shook his head. Harry laughed a little. "Come on."

The redhead crumpled up his parchment noisily, and grumbled as the two of them headed back, hour wasted, to their common rooms.

Celia's POV

The door opened with a creak as Dad came in. He placed a tray on the drawer wordlessly and turned to go. I spoke.

"Can I read books in your room?"

He didn't reply for a moment. But I saw him go rigid at my voice, then relax.

"Yes. Finish your food, and you can read tomorrow…when I go to work." I sagged as I realized I'd be alone again, but I thanked him and swung my feet over my bed to get the tray.

I poked at the delicious beef slices and wolfed down the cream pie. When I finished, I held my nose and gulped down the pumpkin juice to wash out the creamy taste. Yuck. I grimaced and set aside the cup.

I pulled out my iPod and played Angry Birds for a while. My thumbs pulled back on the screen, when suddenly it crackled and a notification popped out. No signal. No internet connection. Weird. I pressed dismiss and kept playing.

I'm not sure when I dozed off, but the next time I blinked there was light streaming through my eyelids. I groaned.

"Get up." The gruff voice startled me, and I pushed myself up, blinking at the hazy figure in front of me.

I was confused. He never woke me up, why start now? Normally I found the tray of food on the drawer, and him grading papers. I hopped off the bed and yanked the drawer open. "What's going on?" I rubbed my eyes and pulled out a long sleeved shirt and a tee.

"The Headmaster said you should go to breakfast to get used to Hogwarts. You will eat your meals in the dining room, and come back here when you finish. Understand?" He asked me stiffly. It was kind of sad how that speech was the longest sentences he'd ever said to me.

He asked me? I needed to answer? I opened my mouth. "Yes…sir." I replied weakly. The "sir" seemed needed. Dad seemed satisfied, and he told me to hurry up before shutting the door.

I pulled on my shirts and reached for leggings. I pulled my hair back in its natural ponytail, tugging at the curls behind it. Then I slipped into worn-out sneakers.

Seriously, Dad walks fast. I was nearly running, and he quickened his pace EVEN MORE! What was wrong with this guy? (AN: lol, so many words starting with w in that sentence)

We had to go down the stairs, and I was pretty sure of my footing, when the stairs moved. Dad grabbed the side like it was nothing, and my foot went through the gap. I shrieked and fell.

It's not like a story, where the person "manages to grab the side and hang on". Nobody has time for that, because your mind just goes to panic mode. I mean, unless you have super reflexes. Then again, I'm a klutz, so maybe it's just me.

My other foot, luckily or unluckily, was still on the steps, and it got caught between the stairs. I yelped, and a fistful of my shirt got yanked up. Dad steadied me, then let go, irritated. There was something in his eyes I couldn't make out.

"Can you please go through one day without risking your neck?" Dad asked me, dusting his hands. I smiled sheepishly. "I've tried, but, so far, I've failed."

He cracked a smirk. I would say he cracked a smile, but that would be a lie. I grinned back, glad it had a sort-of good reaction. I rubbed my ankle and we kept walking. My jaw dropped as soon as we entered.

Awesome candles hung on the ceiling, and a starry night sky was behind it. I gasped in awe, but hurried after Dad, ignoring the stares.

He went up to the stage-thingy, and I almost froze. Another thing you should know about me: Stages and me don't mix. I'm fine pranking and getting everyone's attention, but if I'm on a platform or stage, I just freeze.

I spotted Draco and gave him a brief smile. He waved and I gave a tiny wave back. Hermione was on the other side, and I waved at her too. She beamed.

I sat awkwardly down on the spare chair, sparing Headmaster a smile. He smiled back, eyes twinkling.

The food smelled delicious, and I reached for a cinnamon bun when Headmaster announced we could eat.

"I'm Professor Lupin." A man spoke up politely. I caught his guarded tone, but grinned nevertheless. Finally! "Cecelia Snape, but I prefer Celia."

I gazed up at the ceiling. "The ceiling is amazing. What's the spell? I need to do that to my room." Lupin seemed startled I was talking so eagerly. The others sat and watched with amusement. Dad scowled.

"But you won't." He informed me. I grinned mischievously. Feeling brave, I replied slyly," You never know. Maybe one day when you walk inside…" He glared.

The table roared with laughter, some silently laughing, but definitely laughing. Lupin leaned forward, a bit more warmth in his eyes now. "Are you sure you're Sn-Professor Snape's daughter?" I just grinned and went back to my cinnamon bun.

There was a moment of adult talk, and I chewed the warm, sweet bread covered in white goo quietly. Then, out of the blue, Professor Mcgonagall (I had picked up their names) spoke to me. "Have you made any friends here, Miss Sna-Celia?"

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy as the eyes shifted to me. "Well, I'm friends with Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." And I guess Harry Potter? Definitely not Ron Weasley, but he wasn't so bad. There was an awkward silence, then Professor Flitwick said in his squeaky voice," That is extraordinary." It...was?

Before I had a chance to be confused and ask why, Dad stood. "I should get going. Class starts soon." He didn't have to motion for me to come. All it took was a stare. The table was silent. I pushed my half-eaten toast away and thanked the table, my stomach churning with hunger. Then I quietly stood up and followed Dad out. And this time, I didn't wave back at either of my two friends.

I made sure to walk slowly upstairs so Dad wouldn't have to help me again.

He billowed into his quarters, and I trailed behind him. When I walked inside, he looked at me, or rather peeked a look at me, above his papers. I stared straight ahead and marched right up to his shelf, purposely yanked a book off, and made for the door to my room.

Fury raced through my mind like a train on full speed, as I plopped myself none too gently on my bed. My eyes darted on the pages of the book, but I wasn't focusing.

A few moments later I heard footsteps. Rolling over, I tucked the blankets up to my chin, curled up, and pretended to sleep. The door opened.

I breathed really slowly, letting out a sigh. The door closed and my eyes shot open at what he said.

It was more of a whisper, but I heard it.

"Good night." And then an apology. Not exactly an "I'm sorry", but more of a, "I offer my apologies" or something like that.