LLL- hey people. Someone asked me how old I was so I thought it wouldn't hurt if I told everyone. I am 14 years old going on 15.

Victoria- wow

LLL- what?

Victoria- no wonder you don't own harry potter. You're too young.

LLL-*frown* I know

*Snape's POV*

"Rise," she commands. Everyone does as told as if she were Voldemort. "OK. Obviously I'm a teenager. Obviously I'm powerful, but I'm going to give you permission to ask me whatever you want about me that isn't obvious. Who's first?"

A deatheater that I don't know well raises his hand nervously first, looking at the Dark Lord for blessing.

"You heard her," he says, "don't look at me."

Despite how scared he looked at first, the deatheater loosens up and has a bold voice. "Your eyes change color. How do they do it."

"I can't answer how. But I can tell you why. They change according to my emotion. I can change them at will, but it takes more energy. Green is bored. Blue is neutral. Gold is annoyed. Red is Angry. Etc. The list goes on."

Another deatheater raises his hand. "Who's your mom." A few other people laugh at this question for it's really stupid.

Her eyes go from blue to gold. "I have no idea."

Draco raises his hand and silence is resumed. 'Please don't say anything stupid.'

"You said your name is Victoria. Are you the Victoria from the old Sirian stories?" She smiles and her eyes phase orange as she walks to him.

"Yes, I am."

"What does orange mean," he asks. "In your eyes."

"Surprised. I've was waiting to see who'd ask me that."

"What happened to you? You disappeared for hundreds of years, yet here you are, standing in front of us all. And you look 15." Her eyes go back to gold.

"That is a question that I will answer in due time. But I can tell you that over those millions of years, I've grown weaker. It will take a little time to regain power, so I am at my fathers will any..."

"Why do you call him father?" A deatheater blurts. Her eyes glow red. She flicks out her wand quicker than the human eye can see and the killing curse hits the deatheater. We all jump as his body hits the ground. That was a very unknown deatheater, but wow. Her eyes turn blue.

"Never interrupt me when I talk."

"Ha Ha Ha!" Bellatrix laughs. "I taught her that one myself." Victoria has bright blue eyes and is smiling. She is obviously very fond of Bellatrix.

"Thorfinne Rowle, Amycus Carrow, Antonin Dolohov, Draco Malfoy, and Fenrir Greyback. Can you all come here?" They all line up in front of her. "Which of you are matured Sirians?" Everyone except for Draco steps up. She walks in front of him. "So it's you. Do you have your mudblood?"

"Yes."

"Is the date set."

"Yes."

"I have a good feeling about you."

"As do I." Her eyes change purple.

"What is purple?"

"Satisfied" She nods, walking back to the dark lord's side. I step up and address her.

"With all due respect my lords, Draco and I are needing to get back to the castle soon."

"Yes. You were all summoned here because of Victoria."

"Yes," she says. "You all now know of me. But guess what. You are the only ones. There is not a living soul in the world that knows I exist and I want it to stay that way. Soon I will be going out and posing as a girl. I will attend Hogwarts and do what my father orders of me. If anyone finds out about me because of one of you, I will bring you all here and torture you. Is that clear?"

"Yes my lord," we say in unison. She lifts her nose and looks back at Fenrir.

"You're a Were aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"How many souls have you absorbed sense you've been a Sirian?"

"Three."

"Children?"

"Yes."

"No more of that. When you absorb a soul you absorb the power of that wizard or witch. Children will get you know where, but I am highly impressed that you are a Werewolf."

"Thank you my lord." She looks at me again. Strange.

"Severus, do you mind meeting with me in the hall for a second?"

"Not at all." I follow her out. We stand in silence for a second.

"Kneel," she tells me. I do as told and she examines me carefully. Her hand travels to the back of my neck and I feel her scratch in an X. Warm blood slides down my neck and I look at her curiously. "I've had to do deal with many traitors and I won't deal with anymore. The mark on your neck will signal me of any treachery you commit against me or my father. I know you're wondering how I know and I'll tell you. Your fears are full of treachery on every side. You work for everybody and you're afraid of who will back fire first. I'm not going to kill you now, because there is a possibility that you are afraid of getting caught by Albus and I'm wrong. I still have a little trust in you, so don't blow it. Rise."

With that, she walks back inside. Everyone looks at me as I beckon for Draco to come with me. We walk down the halls in silence. Draco breaks the it when we get outside.

"She had a Dark Mark. The most powerful being in the world is the dark lord's follower. Not to mention she's hot."

"Ugh. Hold on to my arm. The breach on the campus is shrinking but we can get back through." We apparate and land roughly on the ground under the Whomping Willow.

"I knew something was up."

"And now you know."

"I'm going to do it soon. I need to get to the Mudblood."

"No, we need to get in the castle before the students leave the dinner."

Draco and I run inside. He goes his way and I go my way. I scratch the back of my neck where the X is stuck. If Draco can read fears easily. She can read them flawlessly. I go to the dungeon and sit in my classroom.

I got her a gift. What a waste of...

There is a knock at the door and Hermione enters. She has a bright smile on her face.

"Hermione."

She runs over to me and practically jumps on my back. "Merry Christmas."

"I assume you're having a good day."

"Great. Because I got you a gift." I raise an eyebrow. She pulls a big box out of her bag and hands it to me. I open it and it is a book. The Dark Arts. Good, Bad and The Evil. I know that this is one of the highest quality book for dark arts.

"Wow. I don't know what say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just like it and don't use it for anything ridiculous. I believe you aren't still dark."

"Thank you." Guilt floods within me.

"I guess I will get going. I need some sleep."

"Wait Hermione. Do you mind coming back here for me?"

"Not at all." I stand and she follows me to my back room. She stands at the door and doesn't enter. I exit with a box in my hand and give it to her. She holds it and stares at it.

"Open." She slowing unwraps the burgundy ribbon. She opens the black box, revealing a quill. It is a black feather with golden strips. She gasps. "Listen to me. This isn't just a regular quill. You can't use it for just anything. This is for you to contact me. This is for emergencies only. Whatever you write, where ever you write it, will display itself in my mind."

"I love it. It's brilliant." She jumps up and wraps her arms around my neck.

*Hermione's POV*

He actually got me a gift. He hugs me back. Just like outside, a mistletoe grows above our heads. He looks me in the eye and leans me against the wall. He kisses me with more passion than I could have intended. I kiss him back and bring my hand up to his neck. I feel a scare and descend.

"What happened to your neck?"

"I was scratching and I accidentally scratched myself."

"Sounds logical. You should try to heal it. Or maybe I can do it." I pull out my wand and his eyes widen. He pulls me into another kiss. Then he starts kissing my neck. I put my wand away. All I want to do is touch him. Obviously he has the same desire. I bring his lips back to mine and his door busts open with a lot of shouting and cheering. The cheering stops. Standing in front of us is, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. All of their mouths fall open and Crabbe drops his muffin on the floor.

They all scream. I've never heard a boy hit such a high note in my entire life. I react quicker than they can blink and all pull out my wand.

"Immobulus." My spell hits pansy. Snape uses the Petrificus Totalus spell on Goyle and Crabbe doesn't need a spell. He still isn't moving. I slide to the ground exhausted by the surprise.

"I'll erase their memory."

"No. I'll do it. I'm not sure how but if someone finds out, you could be fired for using a spell against a student. It's good to consider any possibility. Even the most unlikely. I stand and erase the threes memory. All three have a dazed look. Pansy gets over hers rather quickly and looks around the room.

"When did I get here?" A minute later, Crabbe and Goyle return to reality. I drop the spells.

"Wow, we got here fast," Crabbe Gawks. "Yeah Professor, Merry Christmas. We snagged some butterbeer for you." I shrug my shoulders and walk out. Just as I exit, catch Pansy's eye and see her call me mudblood. Normal I guess.

I walk out of the dungeon. The halls are empty and quiet. Cold.

"Granger." I turn around and see Draco leaning on a rail. I raise an eyebrow. He smiles and the unexpected happens. His entire body morphs into a black smoke and he flies around me. I hit the smoke away and it is completely pointless. His arms wrap around my neck and he his solid again. He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his dark mark.

"I'm tired of waiting," he growls.

LLL- *Gasp*

Draco- Nice

Victoria- Impressive

Snape-...

LLL- Hey peeps. When I write. I don't plan. I just write as I go, so I hope my strategy is OK. Please Review.