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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21. The Challenge

Baby Miracle

 

"Let's do this," Harry said and took a glop of the blue potion, he shuttered. Meadow picked up one of the twins and poured it into her clear potion, next she grabbed the blue potion from Harry and drank the last of it. Ice spread through her veins. Harry threw his cloak over Meadow, she reached out and grabbed his hand, and the two walked into the black fire.

 

Chapter Twenty-One: The Challenge

 

Meadow let go of Harry's hand after squeezing it quick. He'd have to trust her from now on. Harry opened the door to show:

 

Quirrell.

 

"You!" Harry gasped, and Meadow covered her mouth.

 

Quirrell smiled, "Me, it was always me. I had been wondering if I would be meeting you here, Potter."

 

"But Snape-"

 

"Does seem like the type too. And no one would expect poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell."

 

"But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry protested, Meadow rolled her eyes, silently cursing Harry for truly blaming her father for trying to steal the stone.

 

"No, I tried to kill you boy. Your friend Miss Granger knocked me over as she rushed over to Severus to set his cloak on fire. She broke my eye contact with you. A few more seconds I would have got you off your stupid broom. I could have done it a lot faster if Severus wasn't muttering a countercurse. He was trying to save you."

 

"He tried to save me?" Harry said in disbelief and Meadow nearly smacked herself in the face with how much time he was wasting.

 

"Yes he tried to save you, why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? To make sure I didn't try anything again. Funny, really. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching anyways. All the professors thought it was because he wanted to make sure his Slytherins won the Quidditch cup, he did make himself rather unpopular even before you. And what a waste of time since you so willingly brought yourself here to die."

 

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Fire roared around the walls and ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves around Harry. "You are too nosy to live Potter. Running around on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."

 

"You let the troll in!"

 

"Of course, I do have a special talent with trolls. Unfortunately while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape went straight to the third floor to head me off. Not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that three-headed dog failed to bit Snape's leg off properly.

 

"Now quiet, I need to examine this mirror."

 

Meadow was creeping around behind the mirror when Harry gasped. She looked up and realized that Harry recognized something. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this, but as soon as I get it, I'll be far gone before he gets back."

 

Meadow prayed for Harry to think of something, it was obvious that Quirrell didn't figure out how to get the stone just yet so she held off from throwing the poison and revealing herself. "I saw you and Snape in the library-"

 

"Yes," Quirrell said as he walked around the back, passing Meadow, she held her breath and dared not to move, "He was on to me by that time, trying to figure out how far I got. He was always suspicious of me. Tried to frighten me, as though he could, when I have Lord Voldemort on my side."

 

Quirrell came back around and looked into the mirror, "I see myself with the stone, presenting it to my master, but where is it!"

 

Meadow's eyebrows came together, confused, how could a mirror show you something that you're not doing?

 

"Snape seemed to hate me so much, why would he save me?" Harry asked as he struggled against the ropes.

 

"Oh he does hate you," Quirrell laughed, "He went to school with your father, didn't you know? The two loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead. You're her child."

 

"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing."

 

A spasm of fear crossed Quirrell's face, "Sometimes, I find it difficult to please my master by following his orders; he is such a great wizard and I am weak."

 

"You mean he was in the classroom with you?" Harry gasped and Meadow tip-toed over to where Harry was.

 

"He is with me wherever I go," Quirrell replied, "I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was, full of ideas about good and bad. There is only power in the world, for those who are too weak to seek it and those who are strong enough too. I followed him faithfully after that. He is not one to displease and often is very hard on me for my mistakes. He was most displeased when I failed to steal the stone from Gringotts. He decided to keep a closer eye on me after that."

 

Quirrell's voiced trailed off and Harry kept thinking, he tried to edge to the left but tripped and fell due to the ropes being too tight. "Harry," Meadow breathed, "What should I do?"

 

He nodded at the mirror, "Try to get it."

 

"Who are you talking to?" Quirrell yelled and spun around.

 

"No one, do you see anyone?" Harry asked as he was still laying on the ground.

 

Meadow edged away from Harry and made her way closer to the mirror. On the top it said "Mirror of Erised." As Meadow wondered what that meant she stepped in front of it as Quirrell walked towards Harry. A flash of Meadow's mother came into view with a silhouette of a man and Severus Snape on the each side of the woman with the same hair as Meadow. The image soon changed to were Meadow was older, she looked almost exactly like her mother, but alive, she was holding a baby, it was a boy, but any other features were distant from the mirror. Meadow shook her head and remembered the stone. I just want to keep it safe, away from Quirrell. She thought. Meadow saw herself, in her school clothes, her hair all matted from sweat and blood, her arms and knees scraped up, and she saw herself raise up a hand from her skirt pocket. She saw a ruby red stone in her hand, then Meadow watched herself put the stone back into her pocket and raise a finger to her lips. Next her mirror image seemed to shout "NOW" at her.

 

Meadow whipped off the cloak and threw the poison at Quirrell. "Relashio!" Meadow yelled pointing her wand at the ropes on Harry. Quirrell, taken surprise, jumped back and rubbed his eyes, which was a mistake. His face started to boil and he threw off the turban he always had on. It froze the two preteens in their tracks. There was a face on the back of Quirrell's head.

 

"Harry Potter…" it whispered. "You see what I've become? A mere shadow that has to attach itself to another's body. But there have been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds… Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks… you saw Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest. And once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own… Now," the head attached to Quirrell turned to Meadow, "Give me the stone in your pocket."

 

Harry gasped excited as he found out that Meadow had the stone. Meadow shook her head, unable to talk as she stumbled backwards.

 

"Don't be a fool witch, save your own life and join me, or you'll end up just like his dead parents," it hissed. "They died begging for mercy…"

 

"LIAR!" Harry shouted and placed himself in front of Meadow.

 

Quirrell started walking backwards towards the two, the face smiled, "How touching… I always valued bravery… Yes boy, your parents were brave, I killed your father first, but your mother didn't even need to die, she died protecting you. As for you girl, you don't even matter. I know your parents are dead as well. Meadow Snape."

 

That brought Meadow to her knees, but Harry stood up straighter. "We're NEVER give you the stone as long as we live."

 

"SEIZE HIM!" Quirrell grabbed Harry's wrist and his scar felt as though a needle went straight to his head. Harry screamed in pain and Quirrell let go of him; he looked to see where the Professor went. Harry spotted him curled over his hand as it blistered before his every eyes, it then started turning to ash and blew way. Harry raced towards Quirrell and put his hands on Quirrell's face. It to, blistered and turned to ash.

 

"SEIZE HIM! KILL HIM!" Voldemort yelled from the other side of Quirrell's head before he too screamed in pain. The burn in Harry's scar was building and he couldn't see. Quirrell completely turned to ash, yet Voldemort's spirit was there. Meadow finally shook herself from her shock and saw Voldemort's ashy spirit look at Harry with a disgusted face.

 

"No," Meadow whispered and raced towards Harry just as the spirit took off towards him as well. She ran full force into Harry and fell on him, but as they were falling, Voldemort's spirit angrily raced through the two children's body. Forcing both into unconsciousness.

 

-.-.-.

 

Meadow woke up to something warm on both sides of her, she looked to see that Shane had crawled into bed with her and laid on her left. On her right was her Severus Snape's arms. "Daddy?" He looked up at her with worry on his face.

 

"Meadow, on thank Merlin's beard," Snape replied, his wrinkles seemed to disappear. The hospital doors opened, Professor Dumbledore walked in with lavender robes on and his half-moon, gold glasses twinkled in the light.

 

"Do you mind if I had a word with Miss Snape?" He asked to the potions professor, Snape shook his head and woke Shane. The two went to sit by Harry who was still sleeping.

 

"Good afternoon, Meadow," He said and sat down at the foot of her bed.

 

"Professor," She responded with a bowed head. "What do I owe the pleasure too?"

 

"For saving the stone," Dumbledore smiled and held up a hand, "It is safe, unfortunately, it will be destroyed."

 

"But your friend Nicolas-"

 

"We had a little chat," he responded, "It was for the best."

 

Meadow frowned, "But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"

 

"Eventually, they still have some Elixir stored away."

 

"How long have I been in here sir?" Meadow asked cautiously.

 

Dumbledore smiled, "Only a day and a half."

 

Relief sank into Meadow and she sat up to notice a pile of sweets stacked at the end of her bed, "Tokens from your friends and admirers I do believe." Dumbledore said, "What happened down in the dungeons between you, Harry, and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I did arrive right on time to shoo Voldemort's spirit away. I feared it might be too late."

 

"You arrived right when you needed too, I'm not sure Harry could have kept Quirrell distracted from the stone."

 

"Not the stone, dear, you two. In your effort to protect the stone, you nearly killed yourselves. However, Harry did get the worst due to his past."

 

"That reminds me, how come Harry's hands turned Quirrell to dust?"

 

"Ah, Harry's mother died to save Harry. It was love. The act of love, which is one thing Voldemort will never understand, and it leaves its mark on Harry. To be loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give Harry the protection from Voldemort. It was the agony to touch a person marked by something so good."

 

Meadow nodded, understanding that what Harry had, as special as it was, it was very sad. "But what about my father and Harry's father? Quirrell said that Dad hates Harry. Why?"

 

"A very curious thing, Harry's father did something that Professor Snape could never forgive."

 

"What?" Meadow asked dreading the answer.

 

"He saved his life."

 

"I'm confused."

 

"Yes, the mind is a funny thing." Dumbledore replied.

 

Meadow let the matter rest, she'd find out eventually how James Potter saved Severus Snape's life. "One more thing, how did I get the Stone out of the mirror?"

 

"A brilliant question to come from one of my brilliant ideas. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone, but not use it, would be able to get it. My brain surprises me sometimes. Enough questions! I suggest you make a start on these sweets. I believe I will be back for young Harry, he seems to be doing quite a bit better."

 

-.-.-.

 

Madam Pomfrey wanted Meadow to stay at least one more day in the hospital wing before she sent her on her way. But in that day Harry woke up, he had the same mound of candy only higher. Dumbledore went to visit him as well, and after Harry panicking about the Stone, they spoke in hushed tones and Meadow decided to preoccupy herself with reading A History of Potions by an unknown author that her father had picked up from the library for her. After that Meadow walked over to Harry's bed in the white hospital clothes that were given to both her and Harry. Harry looked grateful that Meadow was there as well and allowed her to crawl into the bed with him. They were both small enough to lay side by side and have a lot of extra room on either side of them.

 

Neither said a word to each other, Harry's wrist was bandaged, and Meadow's forearm was as well due to the potion splatter. Neither one really noticed the depth of each injury until they woke up, stiff and heads pounding: Harry's more than Meadow's.

 

The two fell back asleep for about an hour before Madam Pomfrey came to do some checks on them.

 

"Five minutes?" Harry pleaded.

 

"Absolutely not."

 

"But you let Professor Dumbledore in…" Meadow trailed off and looked at the matron with big eyes and a pout on her face.

 

"Well that was quiet different, he's the headmaster. You two need to rest," she replied firmly.

 

"But we are resting, look, we're laying down and everything. Go on, Madam Pomfrey…" Harry said.

 

The nurse sighed, "Fine, but five minutes only." She went to let Shane and Hermione in, and right away the two walked as fast as they could over to Harry and Meadow.

 

Meadow helped prop Harry up so he could be sitting instead of laying down. Hermione looked like she might hug them both again, but somehow she reframed. Shane looked relieved that Harry was now awake, he was there when Meadow woke up the day before.

 

"We were so worried about you two," Hermione said.

 

"So what actually happened down there? The whole school is talking about it, but no one knows for sure," Shane said.

 

Meadow and Harry shared a look and Harry started to explain the whole thing from his perspective, which was what happened to matter more than Meadow's. When Meadow came into play, she explained a few things on what she was thinking about, but then let Harry take back over. Hermione and Shane were a great audience, and afterwards remarked that the real story was a lot more exciting than the rumors going around.

 

"But the stone, it's gone?" Shane asked, "Flamel is going to die?"

 

"That what I said, but Dumbledore said that death is like an adventure," Harry said.

 

"So what happened to you two?" Meadow spoke up suddenly.

 

"Well, I got back alright," said Hermione. "When I finally got Shane around we were dashing up the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall –he already knew, saying 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and was gone before we knew it."

 

"Do you think he meant for us to go? After he sent the cloak and all," Shane said.

 

"If he did that's terrible, Harry and Meadow could have been killed!" Hermione exclaimed.

 

"No it isn't," said Harry, "He's a funny man. I think he wanted to give me a chance to prove myself and show him what I can do. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here. Instead of stopping us, he made sure to teach us everything we knew to get past things."

 

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right," Shane commented. "Anyways, listen, both of you need to get better for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are in and, of course, Slytherin won, and since you missed the last Quidditch match, we got crushed by Ravenclaw. But at least the food will be good!"

 

Madam Promfrey bustled over, "You've had nearly fifteen minutes now, OUT! Meadow return to your bed as well. I'm keeping you both here over night, however, as the headmaster required, both of you are to go to the feast tomorrow. I want you both to have a good night's rest."

 

-.-.-.

 

In the morning, Hagrid came to visit the two, blaming it all on himself that Harry nearly died and Meadow was put into that situation as well. Harry and Hagrid got into a sort of debate over using Voldemort, and Harry pointed out that he's met him and survived him, twice. Therefore, Harry will always refer to You-Know-Who as Voldemort. Hagrid tearfully agreed and he gave Harry a surprise. A leather-covered book full of photographs of his parents, smiling and waving up at him. This caused the boy to hug the book tight in a thank you for Hagrid doing this for him. Meadow, choked up by the emotions, hugged Harry tight and thanked the gamekeeper as well. He did something no one else could, especially since he rescued Harry from his relatives for the next six years.

 

Later that day, Madam Pomfrey insisted in giving the two one last check, although Meadow assumed it was more for Harry's benefit rather than her. This caused the two to be almost late to the feast. Meadow bid Harry goodbye and found her friends on the Slytherin table, who's colors were hanging everywhere on the Great Hall. When the two walked in, a hush rushed over the Hall, then everyone started talking at once. Meadow spotted her group of friends in the middle of the table, and she sat down in between Malfoy and Terrance. She made the effort to look at the Gryffindor table to be sure that Harry found Hermione and Shane before she was bombarded with questions. Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later, and the chatter stopped.

 

"Another year gone!" He cheerfully said as he lowered his arms, "And what a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are fuller than before, you have the whole summer to empty it for the next year starts. Now before the feast starts, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."

 

With that said the Slytherin table erupted in celebration, and rather annoying, Malfoy banged his goblet on the table. Meadow smiled and cheered as she clapped, and made eye contact with the three Gryffindors, she winked at them.

 

"Yes, well done, Slytherin, well done," Dumbledore said and the cheering broke off, "However, recent events must be taken into account."

 

The room became very still, waiting to hear more, and most of the smiles disappeared off of the Slytherin's faces.

 

"I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see…" Dumbledore said as he trailed off, pretended to think. "First to Mr. Shane Lupin…" Meadow looked over to her brother and saw his face turn sunburnt red. "… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award fifty points."

 

The Gryffindor's cheers made the bewitched ceiling stars quiver, and Meadow smiled proudly for him.

 

"Second to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor fifty points."

 

Hermione buried her face in her arms and the Gryffindors were beside themselves –a hundred points up. Which put them right behind Ravenclaw.

 

"Third to Mr. Harry Potter…" The room got deathly quiet again. "For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

 

The Gryffindor house exploded, yelling themselves hoarse that they were tied with Slytherin for the house cup.

 

Dumbledore raised his arms again, "Fourth to Miss Meadow Snape, for true friendship and sticking up for what she believes in: I award twenty points."

 

This time Slytherin cheered and groans could be heard from the Gryffindor house, Meadow got hugs from Malfoy and Terrance. However, Dumbledore raised his arms one more time, "Yes, you see friendship is a strong bond between people, however something even stronger and braver is to stand up to that friendship. It takes a great deal to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award twenty points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

 

If one would have been standing outside the Great Hall, one might have thought there would have been an explosion that had taken place.

 

"Which means," Dumbledore called over the applause, "We need a little change of decoration." He clapped his hands and every other hanging turned into Gryffindor colors with the lion on it. "This will not happen every year, this sort of tie, but due to what happened, this is what was needed. Congratulations Gryffindor and Slytherin.

 

Meadow laughed, hugging the Slytherins who came up to her, and after many questions and retelling the story. Everyone soon dug into the grand feast.

 

-.-.-.

 

The four Slytherins had almost forgotten about exam results, but when they came, Daphne and Theo had passed with good grades, Terrance was in the top ten percentage of their class, Malfoy, Meadow, and Hermione were all in the top of their class, however, Hermione by a hair, had gotten the best of the first years. And surprisingly even Crabbe and Goyal passed.

 

All too soon, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks full, and Neville Longbottom's ever-lasting disappearing frog was found in the corner of the toilets. Last minute notifications were handed out, warning students not to use magic during the holiday, and Hagrid was there to take them back over on boat to the train. It was a tearful goodbye between the half-giant and Harry ("I'll see you in three months," Hagrid told him); and although Meadow bounced back and forth between her Gryffindor and Slytherin friends, it was soon all over as platform nine and three-quarters came into view at King's Cross Station.

 

On the train Meadow bid farewell to her Slytherin friends, promising to write and hopefully praying on Merlin's beard that she'd be allowed to visit them at Daphne's house. She then found the three Gryffindors still in the compartment, gathering their things. "Come on! We'll have to visit each other this summer, I mean you, Harry and Hermione, you'll have to visit Shane and I."

 

"Something I can look forward too," Harry said with a grim face.

 

As they made their way back towards the Muggle world, people called: "Bye, Harry!" "See you, Potter!" "Have a good holiday, Harry!"

 

"Still famous," Shane said with a grin.

 

Harry laughed, "Not where I'm going, I promise you."

 

Harry and Hermione passed through the gate right before Shane and Meadow. "There he is! Mom, look! It's Harry Potter!"

 

"It's rude to point, Ginny," Mrs. Wealsey said and waved at the four, they waved back and made their way towards a skinny figure, Remus Lupin.

 

"Hey Snape!" The twins called as they headed over towards their family and George continued, "Don't miss snogging me too much!"

 

Meadow's face erupted in redness, "I have not been snogging Mal-" She stopped short as she realized what he said, "I have not been snogging you either George Weasley!"

 

"Oh, but you will!" He winked at her and the twins laughed as they joined their mother, sister, Ronald, and Percy. Meadow felt the heat continue down her neck, but it soon disappeared as she caught sight of Remus Lupin.

 

"Uncle Remmy!" Meadow exclaimed and raced toward the man, dropping her trunk (thankfully her cat was sitting underneath Shane's owl on his trunk.

 

"Doe!" Remus laughed and picked her up, spinning her around.

 

The three Gryffindors made their way over after Harry had picked up Meadow's abandoned trunk. "And you must be Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," Lupin smiled as he put Meadow down.

 

"Yes sir, thank you for the fudge Mr. Lupin,"

 

"Remus, both of you can call me that," He replied with a smile, "And it was nothing, son."

 

Harry smiled and was about to reply, but was cut off by a purple-faced, mustached, furious looking man, "Ready, are you?"

 

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said, and the other four looked around the big beefy man to see a skinny, blonde-haired woman holding a very large boy about the same age as Harry.

 

"You must be Harry's family," Remus said with a raised eyebrow. The woman squeaked, almost as if she recognized Remus.

 

"In the matter of speaking," Meadow assumed to be Uncle Vernon said, "Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day." The Muggle family walked away, but Harry hung back for one last word.

 

"I'll see you over the summer, then."

 

"Hope you have a—er—good holiday," Hermione said looking very uncertain about Uncle Vernon, surprised that anyone could be so unpleasant.

 

"Oh, I will, they don't know I can't do magic outside of school," Harry grinned and Remus laughed.

 

"Just like your father."

 

"You knew him?" Harry questioned excitedly.

 

Remus smiled, "Yes, but that is for another time when you visit us over the summer. Have a good holiday Harry James Potter."

 

Harry grinned up at Remus before he dashed off to catch up to his relatives.

 

Meadow turned to Hermione and hugged her, "I'll see you this summer! I promise, even if I have to visit you. Hermione! That would be so much fun, you can show me around what a normal town is like!"

 

The other girl smiled and hugged Meadow back, "It's a date!" The Gryffindor turned to Remus, "That is, if it's okay with you."

 

"I don't have a problem with it, however, I'll have to ask Severus about it as well," He replied with a smile.

 

Hermione's parents came over and she bid farewell, hugging Shane and Meadow again. "There you are!" A different girl's voice exclaimed, "Mum, Dad, this is Meadow. She's Professor Snape's daughter. We got to room together this year."

 

Daphne.

 

Meadow turned to see a woman who looked just like her friend, only older, and a tall man with black hair and hazel eyes. "Hi, nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass," Meadow said with a smile.

 

"It's so great to finally meet you Meadow!" Mr. Greengrass said with a smile, "You do look like both Sadie and Severus."

 

"Thank you," Meadow said curtly, a blush spread on her cheeks.

 

Mrs. Greengrass seemed distant, and a little girl pulled on her royal blue dress, "Mummy, can we go yet, I'm hungry."

 

"Oh hush, Astoria," Daphne said, "We'll see each other over the holiday, okay? I'll owl you!"

 

The Greengrass's walked away, and Remus raised an eyebrow at Meadow, "Hey now, in my defense, I do have Slytherin friends because that is my house."

 

"Yes you do have Slytherin friends," Terrance said behind her, the smile on his face portrayed in his voice.

 

"Terry!" Meadow hugged him.

 

"Hi," he laughed and glanced at his dad, he turned stiff "This is my dad, dad this is Severus's daughter, Meadow."

 

Terrance's dad looked exactly like him, he looked Meadow in the eyes and nodded towards her before he placed a hand on Terrance's shoulder and pulled him away.

 

"That was strange," Meadow commented.

 

The two Lupins agreed, and Remus said "Anymore surprise goodbyes?"

 

"I swear! I said goodbye on the train!" Meadow said and felt a tap on her shoulder.

 

"Not to me," Draco Malfoy said, he was in all black fancy muggle clothes.

 

Meadow rolled her eyes as she turned around, "Hi Draco, I must have missed you when I was busy trying to find my brother."

 

"Meadow," Malfoy said stiffly, "These are my parents, Narcissa and Lucius."

 

"Pleasure to meet you," Meadow curtsied, "Draco's told me all about you."

 

Malfoy beamed, "I told you we were friends," he said up to his parents. "You'll have to come visit this holiday, we have our own library."

 

Meadow perked up to the mention of a library, "Yes, I'll have to visit, but that depends on if I'll be allowed to."

 

"Lucius, Narcissa," Remus said not coldly but almost that.

 

Lucius acknowledged him with a tilt of his head and Narcissa made eye contact and smiled, but it was almost invisible as she then looked down, the smile disappearing. Draco then glanced at his parents, "Right then, I'll see you then."

 

And the three Malfoys walked off. Meadow let out a relieved breath and Remus raised an eyebrow, "We're not really friends, he's an annoying prat, but I thought I'd be nice in front of his parents. It's just he's still so mean to Shane, Harry, and Hermione. I don't know if I can actually allow him to be considered a 'friend.'"

 

Remus laughed and Shane swore, "I hate that bloody Malfoy, I can't believe he had the bloody nerve to come up to us like that."

 

"Anyone else?" Remus asked again, and Meadow shook her head, "No, Theodore Nott is a friend as well, but I'm sure his parents left right away."

 

The three walked out of King's Cross Station, ready to start the holiday.

 

-.-.-.-

 

End of book one! Let me know what you think of it!

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