"Dad rolled up his left sleeve, and there, on his arm, was a faded tattoo."

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"You need to be safe." "I don't want to be safe! I want to fight! I want to help!"

I stared at the tattoo. "So…you're sending me away because…um…you tattooed yourself as a teen? What?"

Dad didn't even snort at the absurd theory, which only increased my worry.

Dumbledore stared at me intently. "Celia," I looked at him. "Do you know who Voldemort is?" Instantly, Dad reached for his tattoo.

I blinked. "Voldemort? Yeah. What about him?"

"It's good you say his name," Dumbledore nodded. "He is a Dark wizard. His followers are called Death Eaters."

"Cut to the chase, Albus," Dad said wearily. "I used to be a Death Eater."

My mouth opened. I clapped a hand over it. "You? But-you're on our side, right?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Which side are you on?"

"The one against Voldemort." I replied automatically.

"Your father is too," Dumbledore said quietly. "But there are spies everywhere, and he does not wish for you to be in danger."

"You would go back to the orphanage, and the Wizarding World would be separated from you. By living in the Muggle World, you would be safe."

No. No. This was not happening. "I don't want to go! I want to stay at Hogwarts!" I hesitated and looked at Dad. "I want to stay with you."

"You-" Dad seemed to be unable to speak for a minute. "No. You need to be safe."

"I don't want to be safe! I want to fight! I want to help!" I said fiercely. Dumbledore and Dad exchanged a look.

"It will be very dangerous, Celia." Dumbledore warned. I nodded.

Dad started in surprise. "Albus, you cannot surely-"

"It is her choice, Severus." Dumbledore stated calmly.

"IT IS MY CHOICE!" Dad roared, standing suddenly from the sofa. I looked between the two of them nervously.

3rd POV

Severus's mind reeled. Cecelia simply could not stay. He turned furiously to chastise her, change her mind, when something stopped him.

Her eyes.

They stared back at him, scared but expectant, uneasy but stubborn. Black pupils met black pupils.

She had to be safe, didn't she? Everything Severus had loved was gone-Lily, his mother…he briefly heard Albus leave quietly, saying something about letting the two of them discuss.

Severus didn't want her to leave, but that was exactly why she needed to.

Before he knew what was happening, Cecelia had stood up and wrapped her arms around Severus. What was he to do?

Slowly, as if his arms almost didn't remember, his hands hesitated and hugged back. "You-really must be safe."

"There must have been a reason I came here. I'm…connected to the Wizarding World, Dad. I…can feel it." Cecelia bit her lip. It was a half-lie. She still didn't think she should tell anyone about Tom.

Yeah, and keep it that way, too.

Sure.

When Albus got back, there was no question that Celia would be staying. Severus looked half-defeated, but he composed himself firmly. Cecelia, on the other hand, was smiling and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Severus shook his head. Energetic little fool.

As Albus took a seat, he smiled to himself. Not many could change Severus Snape's mind. "You will have to live with one of your friends in the summer, Celia. Next year, you will have to move to the Slytherin Dorms."

"You will also have to pick out who you wish to remember you are Severus Snape's daughter. Everyone else…will have to be Obliviated. The Ministry already has been. You are Cecelia Charleston now."

"That's almost like…he's not my dad." Celia said softly, not bouncing anymore. She looked up hopefully. "But I could…visit him?"

"Yes, you could. You will not be completely cut off, my dear. This is just precautions." Dumbledore assured soothingly.

Cecelia took a deep breath. "Okay. I want-Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, er-Fred and George Weasley, Theodore Nott, and…" she swallowed. "Draco Malfoy."

"No." Severus snapped instantly. "Albus-Draco must not know. Lucius…Mr. Nott, either." Curse you, Harry Potter! He made the list…and so did his intolerable friends!

"Okay, not Draco." Celia looked like she was trying not to cry. It was hard, pretending to be someone else. "But Theodore. Please."

Dumbledore hesitated. "Alright. Theodore Nott, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George. The teachers will also know, but they will not tell."

Celia let out a breath and sunk deeply into the sofa. "Sorry, Headmaster, I'm just trying to let everything sink in…I'm a Charleston now, I have to pretend I'm not related to-okay, I have to call him Professor Snape all the time now, I get to-bloody hell!" she grinned, then flushed. "Sorry. I get to live with my friends over the summer! Um…it is entirely my choice, right?"

Dumbledore nodded. Celia cocked her head questionably to Severus. After a suspicious, confused moment, Severus nodded.

"Harry," Celia confirmed. "I want to stay with Harry."

"Absolutely not." Severus would tolerate Granger, he would tolerate Weasley, but he would NOT tolerate Potter. He frowned. "Headmaster. Potter is a male."

"And I'm a female. Are we over the gender issues?" Celia snickered. "We're not gonna do anything…we're not even dating…" Nobody noticed, but her voice had a tinge of wistfulness. (AN: ISNT THAT CUTE) She shook her head. "I know how he lives, and stuff. It'll be great."

Severus shook his head furiously. "I-"

"Didn't you say it was completely my choice? And, also, that Harry's super-spoiled? If that's true, then there should be no problems." Celia raised her eyebrows in a way that almost suggested-was that a challenge?!

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Celia's POV

"NO." Harry bolted to his feet. "I can't let you do that to yourself, Celia."

"You're not." I stated calmly, kicking my feet in the air, sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower. "I'm letting myself do this."

Harry shook his head wildly, his black mop of hair shaking into an even more unruly mess. "And Snape agreed? Is he mad?!"

"Well, he was reluctant." I shrugged. "Changed his mind. I can be very manipulative, you know."

"Yes." Harry gritted his teeth. "Snape is mad. He has gone mad. Blimey."

I kicked my feet again, the swish of air swiping through my ankles. "Harry, I'll be fine. I bet I can even find small jobs to do to get money, and then I'll treat us both to milkshakes; that's what I did when I was at my mom's house." The money started duplicating, too…must have been accidental magic?

Harry sighed and sat back down. "I can't believe you chose me."

I smiled dryly. "Well, you are the chosen one."

"There's only one bed, though…" Harry glanced at me sideways.

"I call the floor!" We both shouted at the exact same time. (AN: Awwww…)

"No way," I insisted. "It's your bed."

"We'll take turns." Harry compromised.

"Deal."

After that, there was a bit of chatting, but I had the gnawing sense someone else was here.

Harry turned to me suddenly. "Um…I think I have to go."

"Okay…" (AN: Okay J)

"So, er, that time in the Infirmary…" Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Hormones?" he guessed.

"Hormones. Meant nothing." I agreed.

Harry nodded, meeting my eyes firmly. "Okay. See you later. I guess this is hormones too." As he got up, he gave me a swift kiss on the cheek and scrambled away. I turned back in shock, twisting around, and watched Harry run off. He turned around to give me a wave, and I could see his cheeks were burning red.

And here's the freaky thing: I blushed.

Someone coughed. And it wasn't Harry. I turned.

It was a woman. She was standing and everything, and she put her hand down from the cough.

"Hello." Her voice was soft, and oddly enough, she looked very familiar.

There was something terribly, terribly wrong though.

She looked, well, she looked dead.

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