Witch or Shadowhunter?(TMI/HP crossover)

The Heartless Wizard

I jump around the living room, K watching me while shaking his head. "Do you want the Silent Brothers to see you like this?" he questions, stepping out of my way. I giggle, "catch me K!" Before he can get out of my way, I barrel into him and we both fall over. K chuckles lightly at me, "come on, sis, lets get you ready." He scoops me up and cuddles me to his chest, heading for the stairs. "Ahh, let me go!" I whine, fighting him. K just holds me tighter and kicks open my half closed door. I give up the struggle and he sets me on my bed, walking towards my closet. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I complain, crossing my arms grumpily. K turns around holding my beloved black leather jacket, "nothing, I just thought you should look more like a shadowhunter and less like a mundane." I jump at him, grabbing my jacket from his hands. I through it on just as Momma calls for us. I freeze, all my excitement replaced with nervousness. Noticing my sudden change, K lifts me up onto his shoulders, at least partly to show off. I kick him playfully on his chest, but can't get down. He walks towards the door and I yelp, ducking my head, "K! Are you trying to knock me out?" It doesn't take long to reach the living room, with two Silent Brothers waiting. K sets me down on the couch and walks over to my parents. One of the Silent Brothers pulls out a steele and the other has me hold out my hand. The steele touches my hand and—
POP!!

I sit up with a jolt, my eyes wide. Dad's in my doorway in an instant, striding over to my bed. He takes my hand and leads me slowly downstairs, but not before I snag my precious short sword. Momma cracks open the front door, a seraph blade in hand. Both my parents were already dressed, meaning it was about 8. Around Momma's body, I see someone with a black robe, just like that Dumbledore guy. He must be another wizard, but I don't understand why he's here. "Am I expected to just stand out here?" the wizard says in a monotone voice. Momma, clearly shocked, moves aside and motions him inside. The wizard has greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and black eyes. Not dark navy blue like mine, or any color for that matter, pure and completely black. Without a second glace at either of my parents, he looks me over. "I'm Professor Severus Snape, potions master at Hogwarts. I assume you're the young witch....?" he says, not looking away. Totally creeped out, I nod my head slowly. Dad closes the door and shows Severus to the living room. I follow, eyeing the guy's greasy hair.

In the living room, I plop down in my favorite chair while Severus's eyes dart from one picture of K to the next. I narrow my eyes, sitting up straight. "There's another child?" he inquiries of my parents, who have taken seats on the couch. I clench my hands into fists as Momma gives a tense, "yes." The man who will most likely be one of my new teachers glances behind him, out of the room. I go to say something, but Dad beats me, "if you're here for conformation about Naila going to that school of yours, we haven't changed our minds." Severus gives a slight nod and looks at the photos again. "There aren't any recent pictures of the boy, why is that?" Standing up, I fight the urge to punch him and reply as calmly as I can, "I see you aren't as smart as you look, are you? Its because he's dead." I see a spark of curiosity in his eyes, and glance at my parents, who aren't saying or doing anything. "And how did he die? This doesn't seem the type of place where people die young," Mr. Greasy hair questions. I scowl, now fighting the urge to pull my short sword off my back and teach him a thing or two. Both my parents have disappeared, leaving me to deal with Severus myself. My scowl deepens and I snarl, "how is that any of your business? We don't know you, and K isn't even your family!" He gives a wry, twisted smile and answers calmly, "I'm just curious about the family of a student who waits a year before coming to school." I snap, loosing it, "THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO BARGE IN AND INSIST ON KNOWING EVERYTHING ABOUT MY BROTHER!!" Greasy hair takes a step back at my outburst, and I'm pleased to see his robe is now a bright shade of pink. He glances at his watch and mumbles, "its time for me to get back." Louder he tells me, "I'll see you in September, and I expect you to be able to control your temper." With a loud POP, he's gone.

I wait a few minutes, breathing heavily. Then I storm out the front door, shaking in anger and grief. Unfortunately, the last person I want to talk to is leaning against the magnolia tree in my yard. Its Pater Timor, the unnaturally good looking warlock with glowing red eyes. "Well hello darling, its a nice day today isn't it?" he says, smiling. I groan mentally, remembering how I'd had to go through this every time I stepped outside. I believe he's stalking me, but I have no idea why. "I thought I told you to leave me alone?" I reply, and add, "and stop calling me darling." Pater smirks, "of course, lovely." I narrow my eyes at him, thinking of what would hurt the most to cut off. "That's soooo much better," I sigh. "Nice use of sarcasm, young one. And why are you looking at me like that?" Now it's my turn to smirk, "I think that's your best name for me yet. And if you must know, I'm trying to decide how I should make you suffer for stalking a shadowhunter." With that, I stalk away, leaving him stumbling for words. What a lovely day to throw some knives I think, heading for the institute, already cheering up.
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This is the last chapter of book one, but don't worry, there's still 6 more books to come, all of which should be longer than this one.