Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Harry Potter Series. That right belongs solely to the amazing J.K. Rowling. I DO, however, own the plot, Oura (not her last name, again the literary goddess J.K. Rowling) and my favorite cat Sterling.

xXx Hey, so I really haven't been getting a lot of reviews and that kinda disappoints me, but hey, I'm still writing. Anyways, to try and get more reviews, decided to steal something from a great author, Mrs Pettyfer. (who wrote a really great Fanfiction based on Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Hunger Games, its called the Black Games, you should check it out,) She did this great thing where every 200 reviews she got, you could ask one question to any of the characters. I feel like that's a high bar to set, so what I'm going to do is if you recommend someone to read my story (they have to comment as to who recommended them) then I'll answer one question as how I think the character would answer. You just get one question per person you recommend and you might need that for the next few chapters. That's it I think... On with the story xXx

Chapter 7

It was almost Christmas and Hogwarts was alive with activity. There had been another Hogsmeade trip, so the students could buy presents for their friend and families. Oura was no exception. She got Luna a painting of Nargles that she bought from a little old lady who said she read the Quibbler every week. Hermione received a copy of History of Beauxbatons, a book only students ofBeauxbatons could buy. The way the girl's eyes lit up when she opened it brought a smile to Oura's face. Oura had bought her mother a small, jeweled flower hair pin, which followed the sun like real flowers. Oura hadn't heard from her mother, who usually sent her a letter on Fridays, for a few weeks, but Oura figured it was just busy with Oura's father.

At her old school, Oura had bought presents for her favorite teachers, and she saw no reason to stop the tradition. She gave Professor Flitwick a quill that never ran out of ink. He was always complaining about that. Professor McGonagall got a French Advanced Transfiguration book, which held spells that were old found in ancient France. Hagrid found an iron dragon door stop that breathed fire that was cool to the touch and didn't burn. Oura had contemplated sending Umbridge a box of Cockroach Crunchies, but knowing the old toad, she would probably enjoy them. Finally, she sent the Headmaster a box of Fizzing Whizbees.

Now, she was sitting with Hermione in Charms, dutifully copying down the notes that Professor Flitwick wrote on the board, while the rest of the class fooled around charming paper airplanes to fly across the room, sitting on their desks instead of in their chairs and chatting and teasing with each other. Flitwick had long since given up trying to bring order to the class and sat at his desk, writing a story with his new Forever-Ink quill. If asked, he would probably say that the kids were practicing Charms, by making the airplanes fly, but no one would really care. Tomorrow was the end of term, anyways. No one was learning today.

Suddenly, the sound of quick footsteps reached Oura's ears and soon precise, loud knocking was pounded against the door. There was a pause in conversation with the students as Professor Flitwick got up, before everyone went back to their conversations. Hermione, who had finished taking notes, looked back down at down at History of Beauxbatons. Oura was only halfway done with her notes because Terry Boot kept flying his plane into her, and distracting her. He swore they were accidents, but Oura knew better.

Professor Flitwick opened the door and Oura saw Professor Snape loomed in the doorway looking as like an overgrown bat as ever, and he motioned for Professor Flitwick to step out into the hall and they began to start talking in hushed voices, Snape sounding pretty urgent. Oura couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it seemed important. Soon, Professor Flitwick hurried back in, a sad look worn on his usually smiling face.

"Oura, you need to go with Professor Snape to the Headmaster's office. I'm sure he will explain everything while you're walking." He said seriously.

Oura wasn't sure what to think. She was pretty sure she hadn't did anything wrong, unless they found out about the DA meetings. There had been quite a few more, but wouldn't they want Hermione and the others as well. Maybe they wanted to talk to everyone individually. She wouldn't turn anyone else in, no matter if they said that they would expel her, or something, Oura decided.

"Do I need to take my books?" she asked nervously. What would her mother say if she got expelled. Maybe they would move back to France.

Professor Flitwick simply nodded, wringing his hands together. The fact that he was concerned worried her. She didn't really want to get expelled. Oh, how she hoped that they didn't find out about the meetings.

She waved her wand and levitated her books, and walked out of the room, her books following her obediently. Snape swiftly walked down the hall without a word, so quickly that Oura nearly had to jog to keep up with him. Oura watched the man she had known when she was little and nervously wondered what he knew.

"Umm... Professor, why am I being summoned to the Headmaster's office?" She managed to ask as they turned down the hallway that led to Professor Dumbledore's office. He stopped in front of a door which Oura assumed was their destination. Professor Snape looked down at her and she was surprised to see that his eyes were not cold as they usually were, but filled with emotions she never saw before. Sadness and pity.

"You'll see," He turned to the gargoyle that guarded the door. "Fizzing Whizbees" Oura would have laughed, if not for the situation. Had the Headmaster made the password that because of her Christmas present? She didn't have time to think anything else as Snape ushered her inside and up the moving spiral staircase. He knocked once on the Headmaster's door, before Professor Dumbledore called out for them to enter.

"Oura," Professor Dumbledore said looked up. "Please sit down." He was pinching the bridge of his nose, his half-moon spectacles tossed on his on his desk. The first thing that came to Oura's mind was that he looked older, sadder. She had met the Headmaster when applying for the school with her mother and he smiled the entire time, a joyful sparkle twinkling in his eyes. Now his eyes had lost that wonderful twinkle that Oura like so much.

"You may go, Severus, thank you." Professor Dumbledore dismissed Snape, who quietly closed the door behind him.

Oura looked at the tired old man in front of her. "You shouldn't trust him, you know." She said breaking the silence.

The Headmaster smiled sadly at her. "You know, I think you're not the first one to tell me that. I have my own reasons to trust him, but now is not the time to talk about that. I called you here for a much more serious topic then my staff choice," he sighed. "I don't really know how to say this. I was never good with words, but for your sake I will try. This morning a witch woke up early to get ready for the work. When she went to put her cats outside for the day, she saw something that scared her so deeply she nearly fainted. Over her neighbor's house was the Dark Mark. The witch who lived there had been murdered.

…..Oura, that witch was your mother."

xXxI know, I know. I'm a terrible person, but it was necessary. I probably forgot to mention, but this story is not really a happy one. It gets better, sort of. Anyways review and comment and don't forget to recommend others to ask questions to the characters. :) xXx