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.

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25. Slugs

Baby Miracle

Meadow sighed, no one would ever leave her alone, she always had to have someone with her. It was a bit too much and she believed her father was the one who put the upper classmen to be with her. Miles, however, had no problem talking her hear off about how horrible fifth year was with all of the exams and faster-paced learning. Meadow groaned internally, how fast could these professors push their students?

Chapter Twenty-Five: Slugs

The next day, Quidditch results were posted on the board in the common room, Meadow, Terrance, and Malfoy all crammed to see who was on the board. Captain: Adrian Pucey. Keeper: Miles Bletchley. Chasers: Adrian Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Meadow Snape. Beaters: Neil Darker, Stuart Vanity. Seeker: Draco Malfoy. As Meadow read who was on the team, her heart dropped, Terrance wasn't on the list, well he was, just as the replacement seeker. As Malfoy read his name and gave out a whop in joy, however, Terry looked crushed.

"Come on, let's go to breakfast," Meadow said, "I'm sure there will be something good there."

Terrance agreed and the two went up to the Great Hall. Meadow was still sick with guilt, after the flying car, the Howler, Flint losing his position on the Quidditch team, and Terrance not making the team. Terrance grabbed some toast with orange juice, and Meadow pored some 'Lucky Spells' and a small glass of milk. They finished quickly, and left to grab their Transfiguration things.

Once all the Slytherins and Gryffindors were in the classroom, they got right down to business. Professor McGonagall never wasted any time getting to know the student's lives unless they went for help after class. They had to turn beetles into buttons, which is what they were taught the last year. Hermione and Meadow easily turned their beetles into buttons and back again. Meadow glanced towards the Gryffindor's only to see that Harry was making his beetle run around on the desk, Shane was having the same problem, and Weasley's broken wand kept sparking and gray smoke that smelt like rotting eggs every few seconds. One time Weasley got up to get a new beetle because he squashed his first one, McGonagall was not happy. On the other hand, looking at some of the Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyal, they didn't look much better than Weasley, and they had intact wands.

After that the two houses split apart and the Slytherins met with the Ravenclaws in Herbology. Professor Sprout had them in Greenhouse Two, which they had never been in before. On their way, Professor Snape had pulled Meadow aside.

"I heard about your little outburst in Lockhart's classroom," her father said, "That will not happen again. Ever. You're done using me to get your way, just like at the Quidditch try-outs. However, that is different because I didn't know Flint wasn't accepting girls try-outs."

Meadow gulped, "Yes, sir."

"You will be serving another detention with me next week due to your actions; Professor Lockhart was very displeased with your actions and came to me for an appropriate discipline. I told him I'd take care of it," Snape hissed, "Next time you'll be with Flitch."

Meadow nodded and he sent her to class. She was the last one in and she smiled slightly at Professor Sprout, who nodded for her to take her spot. Sprout was a very motherly-like type, she was plump and had a kind face. Her hair was brown with gray streaks in it, and was very tightly curly. She usually had earth-toned robes on due to the face she was always covered in dirt (unless it was during meal times), right now her round cheeks had dirt streaks from a class before them.

"Alright second-years, this year we're going to take care of Mandrakes. Can anyone tell me what a Mandrake is?" She looked around and Meadow was the only Slytherin to put her hand up, Sprout looked at Terry Boot with his hand up. "Mr. Boot, what is a Mandrake?"

"Mandrake or Mandragora, is a type of plant that has baby-like features."

"Good, good, ten points to Ravenclaw. Meadow, can you tell me about why I have earmuffs in front of everyone?"

"The Mandrake, like Terry said, is a baby-like featured plant, which means, their cries can kill you if you're not properly protected. But these leaves look young so I'd assume even if we hear their cries we'd only get knocked out," Meadow responded.

"Correct! Ten points to Slytherin," Sprout said, "Right, so what we're doing today is repotting these guys because they're getting too big for their pots. They won't be happy so they will scream. Why we have these earmuffs, grab a pair and put them on nice and tight. Then watch me," She said as everyone picked up the pair of earmuffs in front of them. When Meadow put them on she couldn't hear anything, assuming that Professor Sprout had put a silencing spell on them.

As Sprout demonstrated what to do, Meadow bumped shoulders with Terrance, he looked down at her with sad eyes and shook his head. The two looked back to see Professor Sprout pull out the Mandrake, exposing the ugly baby plant, he had pale green, mottled skin, and was clearly wailing at the top of his lungs. Professor Sprout took a large plant pot from under the table and wiggled the Mandrake into the dirt. She covered the Mandrake with even more dirt to cover it, dusted off her hands, and gave the class a thumbs-up, removing her own earmuffs.

"I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day so be sure to keep your earmuffs securely in place as you work. I will attract your attention when it's time to pack up. Four to a tray- there is a lot of pots in here and compost over there. Oh- and be careful of the Venemous Tentacula, its teething."

Meadow, Terrance, Daphne, and Theo all paired up together to a tray as Pansy shoved Meadow hard to find a spot next to Malfoy. The blonde fell into the table and turned to glare at Pansy, "Seriously," she said.

"Just because Dracy pushed me away last year doesn't mean he's going to this year. Especially after this summer happened," the other Slytherin responded, her pig-nose basically standing out to annoy Meadow.

As the young Snape was about to say something, she remembered the conversation with her father, feeling her stomach drop and sink into her own acid. "That's good for you, Pansy, I'm glad you're standing up for your friendships," Meadow grimly smiled and turned back to her station.

"Earmuffs on!" Professor Sprout said as everyone settled down in front of the trays she set up. Sprout made sure everyone had their earmuffs on before she nodded at everyone to start.

Although Professor Sprout had made it look really easy, pulling the Mandrake out of the dirt and shoving them back into the dirt was a lot harder than it looked. The Mandrakes would squirm, kick, flail, and bite to not come out of the dirt and not go back into the dirt. One boy from Ravenclaw, Meadow couldn't remember his name, out of nowhere just fell on the ground. Professor Sprout summoned a stretcher, rolled the boy on it, and walked out of the classroom.

By the time she came back she signaled it was the end of class, and like everyone else, Meadow was sweaty and covered in dirt. She didn't think after flying yesterday she could become sorer, but she was wrong. The Slytherins walked back to the common room and up to their dormitories to scrub all the dirt off before lunch. Malfoy was grumbling the whole way about how that was servant work.

-.-.-.

As the first week went by Meadow was slowly getting back into the swing of things. Saturday morning, however, Meadow was rudely awaken by an owl that was pecking at her ear. When the orange owl saw she was awake, it stuck out her foot for Meadow to untie the note attached to it. "Quidditch Practice. 5 minutes."

Meadow groaned as she swung her legs out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. After getting ready, she found herself next to a blonde boy with his hair sticking up in different places. Draco Malfoy has bedhead. "Hey Malfoy, you got a little-"

"I know, Snape, I didn't have time to wash up this morning like you did," the other Slytherin replied. "Why do we have to get up this early anyways?"

"You know just as much as I do," Meadow rolled her eyes, "You might actually want to wash up in the locker rooms. Your hair is somewhat distracting."

"Laugh all you want, Meadow, that's not going to help anything," Malfoy responded and tried to flatten his hair.

Meadow snorted and the rest of the way the two walked in silence.

In the Quidditch locker rooms, Adrian Pucey, the new Slytherin Captain, was pacing back and forth, "There you two are! I was able to get Professor Snape's permission to take the Gryffindor's booking of the field today to train you two."

"This is why we got up so early on a Saturday," Malfoy said dryly, "I know how to catch a snitch, Pucey."

Adrian cleared his throat and took a step towards Malfoy, "Just because your father decided to buy us all new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones doesn't mean you get to automatically know everything about the match." He rambled on explaining all the rules and different moves they were going to try this year. "I'm not going to discourage cheating, but I would like to win without needed to, do you all understand me. Malfoy, Snape, walk behind us on to the field, I want this to be a surprise." Adrian made eye contact with the team, before allowing them to use the showers to wake up and look good before making their way out to the field.

It took a minute for the Gryffindor Captain, Oliver Wood, noticed they were on the field. He came streaking down and stumbled on his dismount, "Flint!" he called at first, but took a double take, "Pucey? Are you Captain now?"

"As a matter of fact I am-"

"This is our practice time! I booked the field for Gryffindors! Clear off!" Wood yelled, and Meadow was slightly taken back.

"There's room for all of us, Wood," Adrian replied, wiping imaginary spit off his cheek, "Besides, I got permission from Professor Snape." He pulled the note out of his pocket and read, "I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing the need to train their new Seeker and Chaser. There you have it, Wood."

"You have a new Seeker and Chaser?" Wood said, looking around at team for any new faces.

Adrian, Miles, Cassius, Neil, and Stuart stepped aside, showing the two smaller players, Malfoy was smirking and Meadow was looking up at Wood with big, black eyes, almost ashamed they were kicking the Gryffindors off the field. By this time, the rest of the Gryffindor team came down, Meadow tried to find Harry for support, and she did. He was there grinning at her.

Fred and George Weasley were on both sides of Harry, George winked and Meadow, causing her face to heat up, and Fred said with a frown, "Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?"

Adrian stepped forward, showing off his broom, "You know what else Lucius Malfoy got us?" As the Gryffindor team looked the broom up and down they noticed, "It's the latest model, only came out last month." However, Adrian did have some self-control and let them think about what he might have said next. "Oh look, here comes your back up."

Shane, Hermione, and Weasley stormed the field wondering what was going on. "What's going on? Why aren't you guys playing?" Shane asked before he saw Meadow and Malfoy, his confusion turned into a grimness. "You're not actually playing are you?" He said to Meadow.

Malfoy stepped in front on her, "Everyone was just admiring our new brooms that my father bought for the team. Good aren't they? Perhaps the Gryffindor team could raise some money by raffling off those Cleansweep Fives," he nodded to the twins, and Ronald Weasley's jaw dropped as he also realized the broom model, "I expect a museum would bid for them."

The rest of the Slytherin team laughed, Meadow just looked down at the ground, still feeling sick from manipulating people with who her father was to get onto the team.

Hermione raised her eyebrow, "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent."

Malfoy's sneer wavered, "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.

Meadow's eyes grew huge as the Gryffindor's exploded, Adrian threw himself in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George from jumping on him, one of the girls on the Gryffindor team screamed "How dare you!", and Wealsey pulled out his broken wand, pointed it at Malfoy, and muttered something.

A loud bang echoed around the stadium and green light shot out of the wrong end of Weasley's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him shooting backwards onto the grass. "Are you okay?" George asked as the crowd started to gather around him.

Instead of words when Weasley opened his mouth, slugs came out of it. The rest of the Slytherin team was laughing so hard Malfoy flopped on the ground and started pounding the grass with his fist. Meadow let out a small snort, before she too started laughing, not because of Weasley throwing up slugs, because she had never seen so many Slytherin people laughing on the ground or leaning on each other to stay standing up.

A small clicking noise started and Harry's aggressively said, "Not now Colin."

Meadow looked up to see Shane shake his head at her, "Come on, Hagrid's closer than the Hospital Wing." Shane and Harry picked Weasley up under his arms and dragged him off the Quidditch field.

Meadow got up and raced over to Hermione, who was following from a distance, slightly green. The blonde giggled her and there thinking about some of the meanest guys in her house rolling around laughing on the grass. "It's not funny, Meadow," Hermione snipped.

"I'm not laughing at what you think," she replied.

"No? You're not laughing over the fact that Ronald Weasley is puking slugs because Malfoy called me a-" Hermione swallowed and her lower lip started to quiver.

Meadow's giggles died and she started to tear up, she grabbed Hermione's hands and pulled her to a stop, "No, no, no… Hermione, I was laughing over the fact that those Slytherin boys are the meanest in the school, it's funny to see them on the ground laughing. Yes, the situation was wrong, but in my mind that doesn't happen very often. I'm so sorry… I didn't mean it like that."

Hermione's tears bubbled over and she started to cry, "So you didn't think Malfoy calling me a you-know-what was funny?"

"Of course not!" Meadow replied and pulled her into a hug.

"Doe?" the bushy-haired girl asked as she squeezed Meadow tighter, "What does it mean?"

Meadow pulled back with a frown and her forehead was creased together, "Mudblood. It's a really foul name for someone who's Muggleborn. Some wizards and witches think they're better than everyone else because they're pureblood, which basically means they are one of the families who only have magical family members. Not everyone is like that though, look at Neville Longbottom, he's pureblood and can barely do anything right except for Herbology." The two started walking towards Hagrid's hut, "It's a disgusting thing to call somebody that. It also means 'Dirty blood' it's ridiculous, I'd marry you in a second if I was a boy."

That got Hermione to smile, Meadow grabbed for her hand and squeezed it. "How come Weasley was with you and Shane anyways?"

"Oh that," Hermione rolled her hazel eyes, "He wanted to see how the twins were doing with practice. Something about his mother asking him to watch them this year."

Meadow smiled, "So he's still not back in your group?"

"Heavens no! Unless he changes soon about his grudge over you, I don't think Shane would allow it. I wouldn't either, you're too nice to be a Slytherin," Hermione replied and Meadow's heart melted, as much as she loved being Slytherin, it was always a good reminder that she wasn't as cruel as most Slytherins. The two hugged again quickly.

"I've got to return to practice, but I'll come see you later tonight!" Meadow raced off towards the stadium.

-.-.-.

Around midnight, Meadow had been walking the castle trying to make herself tired and not think about the mishap earlier. After she returned to the laughing Slytherin team she had managed to not do anything right. She messed up all moves and even dropped the Quaffle behind her as she went to throw it. Meadow tried to shake it off, but it wasn't helping, she just kept working herself back up as soon as she would calm herself down.

Harry walked into her as they both turned the same corner. "Hi Harry," Meadow whispered with a small smile from the ground.

"Meadow! I'm sorry!" Harry picked her up from the ground, "I was listening to something. I didn't think anyone was out here."

"What were you listening to?" Meadow asked confused.

He looked uncomfortable for a moment then said, "Can you keep a secret?" Meadow nodded, and he continued, "I heard a voice when I was answering Lockhart's fan mail with him for a detention it said: Come to me, let me rip you, let me tear you, let me kill you."

Meadow's eyes widened, "That's not good, Harry. Not good at all. Hearing voices when no one is there is already not a good sign. I don't understand though, the door didn't open?"

"No, not that I can remember, it was almost like it was from the ceiling," Harry replied, his bright green eyes full with worry.

Meadow frowned and looked at him from under her lashes, "If you keep hearing it, let me know, maybe I can find something in the library about it. Whatever you do, do not tell anyone who would go to Dumbledore or any other Professor."

Harry nodded and the two bid each other goodnight, Harry wandered up towards the Gryffindor tower, and Meadow turned towards the Dungeons. She found the Slytherin's snake and said the password for the wall is open up. Meadow took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening them. She stepped into the common room.

"You shouldn't wander the halls this late at night," a voice said, which caused Meadow to jump. She looked into deep blue eyes and short, black hair, Terrance.

"You scared me," Meadow breathed as she put a hand on her chest. He gave her a pointed look and she sighed, "I couldn't sleep, I thought I'd try to exhaust myself by wandering around."

"I was hoping you were okay," Terrance replied, "I haven't seen you all day, how was practice? I heard Weasley tried to jinx Draco, but it backfired."

"It was great," Meadow rolled her eyes as the two walked up the stairs, "I didn't do anything right the whole time. All Adrian did was yell at me doing everything wrong."

"He wants you to be good, to show that you didn't get on the team because you're Snape's daughter," Terrance said and pat her shoulder. "Get some sleep, we're having a study group in the library around ten tomorrow morning."

"G'night!"

-.-.-.

As the weeks went on, the Hogwarts students got into the swing of things and soon Halloween was approaching them. Meadow's guilt of the car and the quidditch team try-out had slowly disappeared as she had no time to worry about it. Hagrid had grown some massive pumpkins, Hermione was on a hunt for more knowledge, Meadow was flying extra hours, Shane had disappeared for his transformation, Harry kept hearing voices, Daphne was still holding a small grudge against Meadow, Terrance had gotten into multiple fights with Malfoy, and Theodore was slacking off on homework. It was all pretty normal.

The Professors had the second years learning new things as well as researching and writing essays on those topics. The Slytherins were in the library doing their homework when Harry ran up to them, "Meadow, can I talk to you?" He huffed and the group of Slytherins glared at him.

Meadow got up with a small sigh and the two walked to an empty aisle, "What is it?"

"Can you come with Hermione and me to Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party?"

"A what?"

"A deathday party. It's Nick's, and since Shane got sick again… Hermione and I don't want to go by ourselves," Harry responded with a small pout.

"When is it?" Meadow asked reluctantly.

Harry smiled slightly, "It's tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" She hissed, "Tomorrow's Halloween, Harry! You honestly expect me to skip out on the feast with all the candy?"

The green eyed boy shrugged sheepishly, "Yes?"

"You are out of your mind, Potter," Meadow replied with a sneer.

"Come on, Meadow, I'm sure someone could save you some candy. It's just one day, and it would mean the world to us."

"What would Nick say to you bringing a Slytherin to his deathday party?" Meadow crossed her arms, clearly not thrilled with being talked into something that sounded so unpleasant.

"He actually is quite fond of you, since you know, you're not exactly like all of those-" Harry choked and continued rephrasing, "Since you are not like the rest of your housemates."

"You owe me," Meadow hissed.

Harry smiled, "Anything!"

"I want Quidditch lessons, Pucey has been down my throat about flying lately. I need you to teach me how you fly."

Harry beamed, "I can help you with that."

"It's settled than, I go with to this deathday party and you will teach me how to fly: Sunday at eight in the morning until I understand it." Meadow held out her hand.

The Gryffindor took it, and they shook once.

Harry left the library and Meadow returned to her essays by the Slytherins. Malfoy leaned over, "What was that all about?"

"None of your business, Malfoy," the blonde responded, her nose flared.

"Oh please, it's not like bloody Potter comes in every day demanding you talk to him, it was obviously important," he responded and his mouth twitched into a lopsided smile.

Meadow cleared her throat and leaned forward so she could talk to only him, "Do you really want to know what was so important that Harry can just talk to me whenever he pleases?"

Malfoy sneered, "Yes."

"Then you tell me what's supposed to happen this year at school," Meadow crossed her arms, "It's only fair, secret for a secret."

"I don't recall what you're talking about, Snape," Malfoy said as he ran a hand through his hair.

Meadow stood up, "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" She gathered her things and shoved them in her leather backpack. "Bring your stuff, we're not coming back."

"Oh hell, Draco, look what you've got now," Blaise Zabini spoke up with a grin, "A woman who is manlier than you."

"Watch it Zabini or it will be you next," Meadow hissed as she threw her pack over her shoulder.

Malfoy gathered his stuff into his pack with a sigh; Meadow raised her eyebrow. He cleared his throat and the two bid farewell to their housemates. They walked out of the library and down the hallway to find a slightly more deserted one. Meadow turns suddenly and pushes Malfoy against the wall, "What is going on." She pokes him with each word.

Malfoy raised his chin, "Meadow, I'm not sure what's actually going on this school year, but I do know that something bad is going to happen."

"How do you know?" Meadow replied.

"Because my father is part of it."

"Part of what?"

Malfoy swallowed and Meadow whipped her wand out again and pointed it at his throat, "Part of what," she pressed.

"He was part of a bad group, a group that was thought to be done when You-Know-Who disappeared after he tried to kill Potter."

"You mean he was a Death Eater," Meadow whispered and dropped her hand.

Malfoy looked down and slowly nodded, "You can't tell anyone."

"I won't," Meadow replied and hesitantly placed her left hand on Malfoy's cheek, "You can trust me."

"Okay," he replied, sighing into her hand before sneering and pushed her hand away, "Secret for a secret, Snape. Cough up, it's your turn now."

Meadow scowls, "You barely told me anything. How do you know bad things are going to happen?"

"Ah-ut, no. I already told you more than one secret," Malfoy replied. "You owe me more than one already and I can possibly tell you about how I know."

"Fine, fine," Meadow huffs, annoyed with knowing that Malfoy knows more than her, "What was it you wanted to know?" She paused, but before the boy could respond, "Oh, that's right, you wanted to know why Harry could just come over and demand things from me. Harry can do that because he's my friend."

"Fair enough," Malfoy replied with an amused frown. "Now a personal secret. Since now you know what my father was."

"That wasn't part of the deal," She protests.

Malfoy had a smug look on his face, "Doesn't matter, you know more than one secret about me and you want to know more. Fess up, Snape."

Meadow cleared her throat, uncomfortable, "I don't know who my father is."

"What do you mean, it's Professor Snape," Malfoy responded without thinking.

"I have no idea if that's actually true, Terry once read me a passage in some book I can't remember about how nobody knows if Severus Snape is my biological father or not. Even Harry knows who his parents are! I don't!" Meadow exploded as she waved her hands everywhere, one of which still held her wand and ended up shooting a spell straight towards a knight pressed up against a wall.

"Watch it!" a portrait close by yelled at the two as he angrily shook his fist.

The blonde girl huffed, "You know what, I don't need this right now," she turned on her heel and started marching back down the corridor.

Malfoy ran after her, "Snape, you don't understand. Things get miscommunicated easily."

"Don't make fun of me, Draco Malfoy," Meadow replied without looking at him.

He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn and look at him. "Meadow Snape, I am not making fun of you. I just told you my father was a freaking Death Eater. If you think I'm going to tell anyone that you don't know who your father is, you're out of your mind; I know you can blab to the whole school about my father. I didn't tell you that so you can have a bit of black mail against me." Malfoy sighed, "You are so stubborn and self-centered sometimes it's difficult to talk to you."

"Well excuse me for not telling you everything that's going on in my life, I don't think I owe you the pleasure of why I'm so stubborn and self-centered," Meadow spat.

"That's not what I meant!"

"But that's how I heard it, Malfoy!"

The two fell silent, only the sounds of their shoes echoing could be heard. Meadow was still fuming and Malfoy thought about how to talk to her with setting her off. "Snape," he started, "I want to apologize, it sounded not how I intended it to be. I just, I want to get to know you better because Professor Snape is my Godfather. I never connected the dots that he had a daughter until last year, obviously it's a bit of a change for me as well as you."

Meadow let out a breath, "I know. I always expected me to be his only family, because he's the only supposed blood family I have." She muttered after that, "If he's actually my father. I'm sorry about getting mad… I just have a short temper."

Malfoy chuckled, "I know, I've realized whenever I do something stupid."

Meadow smiled slightly, "So… Malfoy you actually have a sensitive side."

"Only sometimes, Snape," He responded as the two came to a stop by the entry way to the Slytherin common room. "Just don't tell anyone, it'll be our little secret," the blonde boy smiled smugly and said the password.

Meadow rolled her eyes, of course all Malfoy wanted was to say they had a secret together and had become really close.

-.-.-.

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