Baby Miracle

Meadow grows up as Severus Snape's daughter, and she never realized how difficult it would be for her to fit in. She looks nothing like him, except for his dark eyes, and maybe has some of his personality traits. As she hops household to household before she finds a stable one: Hogwarts, where she meets some people of her past.


30. Introductions

Baby Miracle

Harry and Meadow looked at each other, they had told their story of the Mirror last year together and Meadow let Harry start to fill in the other Gryffindor. Meadow would interfere here and there adding a few minor details that she thought Hermione would appreciate. The three walked up to the Gryffindor tower, finding little things to laugh at about the Holiday. As they went into the Gryffindor common room, Meadow curled up by Hermione on the plump couch. Shane joined them later and their laughs echoed throughout the night. Meadow ended up spending the night with Hermione in her bed. Allowing for the Slytherin and Gryffindor to become closer than ever.

Chapter Thirty: Introductions

When term restarted Meadow wasn't able to see the Gryffindor's as much, Daphne, Terrance, and Theo kept asking for help with schoolwork that was given since it was second term, the Professors were stepping up their teaching and rushing through lessons. Tension was getting higher between Meadow and Daphne; however, Meadow had yet to figure out why.

As January came to an end Meadow packed up the courage to bring up the rising tension between the two Slytherin girls. "Daph? Can we talk?"

The brunette looked at her before sighing and getting up from the black, leather couch and leaving the two boys for their school work. They climbed the stairs together up to their room Meadow started to bite her thumb nail. "What are you so nervous?" Daphne asked.

"Maybe because you have been very snappy with me lately," Meadow responded and switched to chewing her bottom lip.

"What do you want from me?" Daphne responded, glaring at her friend, her body was ridged, "You have been spending so much time with Granger and barely any time with me!" Her words cut Meadow's courage down, this was why Daphne had earned the title Ice Princess. "It's like you should have been a Gryffindor, and it's like you don't even want to be friends with Theo or I! Yes, Meadow, I see how you and Terrance still talk, you whisper about things. Just because you and those Gryffindors are getting into trouble doesn't mean I don't want to know what's going on.

"I'm just as curious as you of who this Heir of Slytherin is and what the monster inside of the Chamber is," Daphne continued, her brown eyes flashing, "Just because you're off saving Hogwarts again doesn't mean you get to neglect your friends in your house!"

"I'm sorry…" Meadow trailed off, and looked down, reality hit her that she really had been neglecting Daphne and Theo as friends. "I've been so caught up with school—"

"Stop," Daphne held up a hand, "I don't want to hear excuses. I want to hear a plan and I want to see the changes with you."

"Okay," Meadow replied softy, "How can we do this?"


"Together," Meadow repeated, happy that her friend was going to give her another second chance. The two hugged and got ready for bed; Meadow didn't waste any time falling asleep that night, relieved and relaxed that her Slytherin friends, were still her friends.

"Have you got any new leads?" Meadow asked the three Gryffindors as they headed to the Great Hall for lunch from potions about a week later.


"Not at all—"

"It's hopeless—"

The three answered all at once. It was the first time Meadow had caught up with them, she had been spending a lot of time with her Slytherin friends she felt like she was neglecting her Gryffindor friends. It was ridicules how much time Meadow sat and thought about who she should hang out and talk to that day. "It is not hopeless!" She hissed at Shane, "It's just a bit of a pause before anything will pop up for a clue."

"Fat chance, what is going to happen? Slytherin's heir is just going to walk out and say 'hey guys, it's been me all along. I decided this wasn't fun anymore; take me to Azkaban,'" Shane snorted, resulting to sarcasm; Meadow was surprised in him, he wasn't so anxious anymore and had really grown into being confident, or at least finding humor to be a way to cope.

"You're so funny," Meadow retorted and rolled her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of the name T. M. Riddle?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Erm… No I don't think I have," Meadow responded as she forced all of the air out of her lungs.

"I do," a voice from behind them said. Ronald Weasley.

"You know," Hermione spoke up in her bossy tone, "It's not nice to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

"Of bludger off," Weasley responded, "The night I had detention with Filch in the trophy room. I had to clean the name about fifty times because I kept burping up slugs. Anyway, that T. M. Riddle got some sort of award for special services from the school about fifty years ago."

The five sat at the Gryffindor table for lunch, "I reckon that this Riddle guy found out who the murder was and turned 'em in." Weasley took a bite of a hot dog and continued with his mouth full, "I actually went to the library to figure it out because I was curious about what sort of special service he performed."

Meadow bit her tongue for a witty comment like: "You? The library?"

"Apparently this Riddle guy, Tom Marvolo Riddle, caught whoever opened the Chamber before, but only after a Muggle-born died," Weasley said. "How did you figure out the name anyways?"

"Found his diary," Harry responded, which earned him a hard kick from Hermione. "Do you know how the girl died?"

"Didn't say," the redhead's mouth was full again. "Honestly, the bloke sounds like Percy—top of every class every year—"

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Hermione said, her voice was higher with hurt, and her face looked crushed.

"No—not like you, Hermione," Weasley recovered as Shane and Meadow exchanged looks. "I just mean like snobby and shoving it down your face; you don't do that, you're just brilliant."

Meadow watched as her friend blushed slightly at the compliment. "Anyways, now we have to piece together what this all means. Why did Riddle turn in whoever was behind the attacks? How did he even find out? Did he know the Muggle-born? Who was this person who died?"

"There's only one way to find out!" Hermione said excitedly as she jumped up and Meadow followed suit, "We're going to—"

"The library," the boys finished for her and the Gryffindor girl pouted slightly.

Meadow linked arms with her, "Come on, we have a free period after this, might as well start as soon as possible." She looked over towards the Slytherin table, brown eyes met black, and Meadow waved slightly at Daphne. Whom, in return, smiled and waved back; Meadow released the breath she didn't know she was holding, glad that her Slytherin friend was accepting that Meadow was going to hang out with other people still.


Meadow woke up the next morning, neck stiff and fingers still asleep; slowly, she made her way towards the bathroom on unsteady feet. She must have woken herself up from a deep sleep for her body to be so unresponsive. Meadow studied outside once she was out of the bathroom, changed, and ready for the day. The sun began to shine through the ice that was still coating the Black Lake. It was quite the sight and only Slytherins got to see it.

Harry had overheard Madam Pomfrey telling Filch that the Mandrakes were nearly ready as they went through their teenage years of being moody and starting to develop acne. It was a good sign since Creevey and Flinch-Flichey were the only ones attacked missing half of the school year. Meadow was curious one what they'd do for exams and how they were going to catch up on school work.

Many thought Slytherin's Heir lost his/her nerve as the school was alert and suspicious of everyone; it was risky to open it. Meadow thought it from a different perspective, not piecing the two together but wondering if it was because that diary showed up in Harry's possession. But the idea of someone writing in the diary, pouring their soul into it, doing the attacks by being possessed, and then the attacks stop because the writing stopped… Hadn't crossed the twelve-year-olds mind.

On the contrary, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was quite adamant the attacks stopped because he was there and he/she didn't want to be caught, "it was for the best" according to Lockhart. Whom, still wouldn't teach any magic as he would just read bits and pieces from his books.

As February 14th came around, it was apparent that Lockhart was not going to let Valentine's Day pass and go without making a big commotion and a half about the day that celebrates couples and makes single people (and those under fourteen) feel super uncomfortable and sometimes sad. Meadow on the other hand, seemed to be quite like her father, not thrilled with the Hallmark Holiday at all, and her mood decreased throughout all of Valentine's Day.

When she woke up that morning, nothing was out of the normal, Daphne, Theo, Terrance, and herself went up to the Great Hall, only this time slightly confused as it was not its usual brick walls, floating candles, and house flags above the proper table. There were large pink flowers covering the walls as heart-shaped confetti was falling from the ceiling. One glance at the teachers' table, said all of who created the horrid pink and hearts; Professor Lockhart, who was wearing pink robes as well, beaming and waving to a few students. The rest of the teachers were stoned-faced, Professor McGonagall looked like she would snap at any moment, Professor Flitwick, who was normally cheerful, looked disgusted, Professor Grubblyplank, the Care of Magical Creatures professor (it was for third years and up), just put her head in her hand as if she gave up, and her father's expression was sour, a sort of face that said 'if you talk to me I will poison you.'

Meadow choked as she tried to snort at the whole thing, but ended up coughing instead, one of the few times her Slytherin game wouldn't be on point. The four sat down at their usual area at the Slytherin table, and dug into breakfast. Meadow picked up some toast and strawberry jam, a slice of cheese, and poured herself some apple juice. She put a napkin over top of the cup to stop the confetti from falling into her drink.

More students wandering in and they watched their confused faces as they had thought they walked into the wrong room. It looked like very few people were actually enjoying the décor, one of which included Sage Flint, the sixth year Prefect, she was smiling at everything. Meadow watched as Sage's eyes lingered on Adrian Pucey, the Quidditch caption and other returning Prefect. Sage laughed at something he said and Meadow rolled her eyes, clearly the sixth year girl thought she was being sneaky at crushing on Adrian, whom was now single after the winter holidays.

"Doe, do you know what we're doing in Transfiguration today?" Daphne asked her as she blushed when a heart-shaped confetti landed on her nose.

"I think we're still working on lepus socculis," She replied, it was the incantation for 'the rabbit slippers', for some reason Professor McGonagall thought it be necessary for animals to be transformed into something in house items. Something Meadow didn't understand the need, what about dirt into a couch, or a rock into a fork?

Theo groaned, "You'd think after the third day she'd give up on those who don't understand it."

"Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean the rest of us don't want to practice," Meadow teased with a smile.

"Besides, all you have to do is concentrate on what you want," Daphne added, bumping shoulders with Theo.

"I've been trying!"

"Don't worry so much about what other people are doing," Terrance said to him as he popped a grape into his mouth.

"It's hard not to think about other's when you've got Doe already using the counterspell, Daphne starting the counterspell, you already turned your rabbits into slippers a few times, and I'm stuck with nothing," Theo said.

Daphne opened her mouth to respond but Lockhart stood up and yelled, "Happy Valentine's Day! May I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! And yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all –but it doesn't end here!"

It sounded like he was trying to sell something to the students to make him likeable, Lockhart clapped his hands and a dozen of ugly dwarfs dressed up in a pink togas, with golden wings, as they carried harps.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids! They will be delivering your valentines throughout the day!" He flashed his blinding smile, "I'm sure my colleagues will share the spirit of the occasion!" Most of the professors ducked out of his view or maintained an icy stare.

"Don't tell me you were one of the forty-six, Daphne," Theo said and she became very interested in her bag for Transfiguration. The other three rolled their eyes, the answer was yes; their somewhat lovesick friend had been one of those forty-six students. Meadow knew that she had also sent one to Theo, but that was by owl rather than ugly cupid.

The four left for another agonizing day in Transfiguration; at least that would be what Theo would say. He was having an even worse time concentrating today because of all the cupid dwarfs running in giving horrible poems or cards to people, and it continued throughout the day. Meadow received a few cards, she glared at Daphne as hers showed up; her friend told her she had sent a card via dwarf just to piss her off. Thankfully, cupid didn't have to sing to her, at least, not yet.

In the halls, Meadow had spotted the trio, a shout of "Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!" and with that Harry had bolted, trying to get lost in the crowd, his face was as red as a cherry that topped every pink frosted cupcake the kitchen had sent up during lunch. She grinned as a few people got kicked in the shins as the dwarf raced after him. "Right. I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person," he said and pulled a harp string harshly.

Harry had hissed something at one of the twelve cupids, the dwarf grabbed Harry's bag and grunted "Hold still!"

"Let me go!" Harry yelled at him, but his bag split into two. Everything spilled out, his wand, books, parchment, and quill were on the floor as his ink bottle had smashed over everything. The ink drenched all of his things, and Harry tried to pick everything all up before Cupid started to sing. It was, unfortunately at Harry's expense, quite amusing.

"What's going on here?" Malfoy sneered, as he watched Harry stuff his things into the ripped bag.

"What's all this commotion?" Percy Wealsey asked as there was a hold up in the hall to get to classes.

Harry tried to make a run for it, but the dwarf caught him around the ankles and sat on his back. "Right," he said, "Here's your singing valentine:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Meadow snorted, the poem didn't even rhyme and with Harry's escape fail, lots of people were crying with laughter. He had tried to laugh at the valentine, but did a horrible job at trying convince people he thought it was funny. Percy Weasley did his best to disperse the crowd, "Go on, off you lot, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class, now!

"And you, Malfoy—"

Meadow saw that the Slytherin had picked up Tom Riddle's diary. "Give that back," Harry said quietly.

"Wander what Potter's written in this?" Malfoy said, he apparently hadn't noticed the year on the cover and thought he had Harry's diary. A hush fell over the crowd and Meadow saw Ginny Weasley's face was washed from all color and her eyes slightly bugged seeing the diary.

Meadow slipped around to place herself behind Malfoy. "Hand it over, Malfoy," Percy said sternly.

"When I've had a look," Malfoy responded with a sneer, waving the diary tauntingly at Harry. Meadow slid her arm though Malfoy's arm and reached out to grab the diary before either boy could do anything catastrophic. "Snape!" the blonde boy complained as Meadow wrenched it out of his hands.

She blew a kiss to him as she walked over to Harry, Malfoy blushed slightly over the air kiss or over losing the diary to her, she would never know. "You heard Percy! Get to class!" Meadow said as she glared at the remaining students. "Repairo," she whispered at the bag as she waved her wand.

"Miss Snape!" Percy exclaimed, "No magic in the corridors. I'll have to report you for this!"

As Harry shoved his ink soaked things in his bag, Meadow stood up, her eyes flashed angrily. She clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white, she didn't have time for this nonsense about school rules, "I'll have you know I was preforming magic on a bag, not a person. If you would ever so kindly mention a broken bag within that report, I'll have to argue that my actions are justified, unlike how you did you're best to remove students from the hallway, remove a diary from a second year, and not help another second year with a broken bag. Then by all means, Weasley, report me for actually doing something."

Percy Weasley's neck became very red, "Five points from Slytherin! For your smack talk. And I still will be writing up a report!"

But Meadow had stopped listening to him, she noticed how Harry was looking at the diary, and whispered, "What's wrong?" Her anger had receded as quickly as it had arrived, her temper was like that.

"It's dry," Harry responded and stuffed it into his bag.

Malfoy was still fuming about losing the journal as the two had stood up, Ginny Weasley was in the line of target for Malfoy's tongue. "I don't think Potter liked your valentine much, Weaslelette!" He called after her, she covered her face with her hands and ran into class.

Ron Weasley pulled out his wand, but Meadow stepped in front of him, "Not now, Weasley, do you want to be burping up slugs all of charms?"

His ears got as pink as Percy's neck, but he lowered his wand. "Let's talk after class," was all he said before he went into the Charms classroom. Harry had already gone into the classroom too, which left Malfoy and Meadow in the hallway. Percy Weasley had left for his own class as well.

"What the hell was that about?" Malfoy asked, his fists were trembling.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Meadow replied as her eyes darted around, trying to focus anywhere but his silver eyes.

"Why did you grab that diary from me?" He asked, lowering his eyes into a glare.

She scoffed, "Maybe because nothing was written in it anyways, it belonged to someone 50 years ago—" Meadow's eyes widened, the diary was owned by Tom Riddle 50 years ago, what if it was him who opened the chamber. And what if the school gave him an award to shut him up and stop the attacks. She squeaked slightly and covered her mouth with her hands.

"What?" Malfoy said, but Meadow disappeared into the classroom already.

In charms they were working on Obliviate on small rodents; her heart wasn't into it, seeing how the mice would become extremely confused and sad to not know where they were. It was slightly heartbreaking; but it was supposed to be, the Ministry of Magic wanted to decrease the use of the spell within the wizarding world. The blonde Slytherin Prince kept trying to get Meadow's attention, but she wasn't having any of it.

When the bell rang she gathered her things and raced out to catch up with Harry. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than the hallway, surrounded by people who laughed at poem he was sang to only an hour before. "Harry!" Meadow called after him, but he was swept away from her with the crowd and Meadow was dragged off into an empty corridor by someone.

She turned to see that it was Weasley. "Can I help you?" Meadow asked hesitantly, biting her bottom lip as she remembered he wanted to talk after Charms.

"Why did you do it?" The redhead demanded, making Meadow feel thoroughly confused, it must have shown on her face when he continued, "You stopped me from getting into trouble with hexing Malfoy."

Meadow shuffled on her feet and watched at Weasley's ears turned slightly pink, "Oh, erm… I didn't want to get a slug on me."

"That's not only why," Weasley pressed.

Sighing, Meadow looked up at him, black eyes met blue, "You really want to know why I stopped you?" He nodded, "I stopped you from hexing Malfoy because he's not worth it. He's not worth the trouble. He literally only antagonizes your family because Ginny's easily embarrassed, and you and Percy are easy to piss off. Fred and George try not to take things to close to heart, but they do snap occasionally. Malfoy only does things like that because his father taught him you were blood-traders."

"Oh," Weasley was speechless, his ears turned even redder, "Why doesn't Malfoy—"

"Antagonize me?" Meadow finished, cutting him off. "Because my father is his godfather, it's a bit difficult to hate your godsister. Besides that I'm far too interesting for him to up and piss me off. I'm a force to reckon with. At least… with my own housemates."

"With anyone," Weasley grunted.


"Well it's true!" The redhead responded, "You could get away with murder and no one would stop you."

"That's not true. My dad would kill me," Meadow retorted and rolled her eyes, "Anyways, was that all you wanted to talk about or was there more?"

Weasley's ears became pink, "I… erm… I actually wanted… to ask you…"

"Just spit it out, Weasley," She said with a small smile, trying to look encouraging.

"I wanted to askifyou'dhelpmewithpotions," he said without breathing in between words, Meadow's eyes bounced around as she tried to figure out what he said.

She blushed slightly embarrassed as she couldn't understand him, "Erm… come again?"

"Could you… help me… with potions?" The redhead said as he shuffled on his feet.

"Oh!" Meadow exclaimed surprised. "Yes, I suppose I could. If you give me your schedule I could figure something out between the two of us. With our different class schedules and Quidditch practice, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Do you have an idea of where you'd like to meet?"

"Really? You'd help me? Even after all that nasty stuff I said to you and about you?" Weasley said, raising his eyebrows.

Meadow gave him a small grimness, "Yes, but only if you apologize and mean it."

Weasley nodded and looked at her, blue eyes met black, "Meadow Snape, I am really sorry about calling you snake and believing you were just as bad as the other Slytherins."

"Thank you, I accept," Meadow said with a slight humorous smile playing on her lips as she curtsied.

"Brilliant, I'll give you my stuff tomorrow!" He walked away heading in the direction towards the Gryffindor tower.

Meadow shook her head, unable to believe that the second most stubborn boy she knew had apologized for treating her horribly all for some potion lessons. She'd have to talk to her father about being able to get potions ingredients from him.


Right, so that's chapter 30!

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