Juniper Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Hermione's bright idea

"Blimey, June, why would you do that?" Ron boomed as he, June, and Hermione made there way to the Great Hall for break. A couple of second years sprinted past them while jinxing each other. Hermione turned to them and threatened to take their wands, while Ron looked away acting like he didn't see the whole transaction.
"I'm so sick of him calling my father arrogant," June paused as she remembered her fathers smirking face dangling Snape in the air with some sort of hex. "I-I guess wasn't thinking when I did that to Snape, alright?" The three of them sat down at the Gryffindor table and only seconds later did Fred and George appear.
"Hi there, Juney." Fred gleamed.
"Would you like a Canary Cream pastry, June?" George asked offering her that, and loads more treats. June shook her head and glanced back at the her transfiguration homework that she still hadn't bothered to attempt for the last three days.
"You look sad, Juney." Fred said as he squished in between her and Ron. George pushed over Hermione and added, "yeah, what's the matter, June?" June kept her hazel eyes focused on her homework and refused to speak a single word. She always hated Professor Snape, but after seeing those memories--the memory of her father dangling Snape by his feet in the air, only made her give him pity. It seemed that he did not want her pity though, it seemed that he was embarrassed by those memories, and even called her a mud blood as a defense. She suddenly felt an urge--a great spontaneous push to learn more about Professor Snape and what he knew of Lily.
  "I've got to go," June muttered before sprinting out of the Great Hall and past a mob of Slytherin girls. She rushed past Dean Thomas who began saying something about the D.A, but was cut off when June spat, "I'm sure whatever it is, it's not as important as you know what." Dean stared at her funny like he couldn't catch on, yet June could hardly pay any attention to that, for she was already one foot into Snape's dungeon.
   Snape sat at his desk as the fourth year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students brewed a nasty looking puke green potion. June hadn't bothered knocking, she just ran right into the room puffing out of breath as all the students strain their necks to look back at her. Snape's eyes wandered to her after a few moments, and for a couple of seconds he just sat there, but then he flew out of his desk and seized June by the collar of her shirt and dragged her outside with rage.
   "What do you think you're doing, Potter?" Snape hissed as spit flew from his mouth and splattered on June's cheeks. She tried to feel sympathy for him, but he made it quite hard. June jerked back causing for Snape's hands let go of her collar, and she said, "why were you so embarrassed when I saw your memories?" She stood up a little taller. "It's not like you haven't seen mine or anything." She thought back to last week's lesson and how a quick flash of Cedric Diggory kissing her under the mistletoe before winter holidays popped up. Snape pursed his lips from disgust as he growled, "it is my job to see into your memories, it was completely out of place for you to think you had the authority to do the same for me." June felt much smaller now, like she was an ant about to be stepped on my a giant.
  " I saw my dad in one of them." June knew that Snape and her father got along as well as she and Draco did, but there was a tickling in the back of her throat urging her to make him explain what exactly the memory displayed. Snape's upper lip curled and for a split second June thought he was going to tell her, yet his mouth clamped shut, his eyes narrowed and he muttered, "don't be late next week, Potter." With that Snape slithered away and disappeared back into the dungeon.
  Disappointed and raged that she could not be told what exactly her father was doing to Snape, she decided to head back to the Great Hall.
  "Where were you, June?"  Hermione asked as she sat down. Ron cocked an eyebrow waiting for the answer when June huffed, "Potions room."
  "With Snape?!" Ron shouted so loudly that a couple of people turned to see what the commotion was. He quickly lowered his head in embarrassment. June simply replied, "yeah, with Snape." Ron once again boomed, "YOU MUST BE MAD!" This time more eyes darted in their direction and Ron felt even worst.
  "June, you can't be serious? He's in the middle of teaching class, you couldn't have just barged right in." Hermione tried, but her expression tightened with worry as June shamefully nodded her head. "Oh, June!" Hermione rang. "What could have possibly been so important you had to stop him from his teaching?" June glanced over at Ron who immediately understood what could have been so important that June had to interrupt Snape's lesson.
  "Well did you get your answer?" Ron asked much quieter than usual. June's stomach bubbled with anger as she growled, "no, he just warned me not to be late next lesson." Her teeth gritted at the thought of Professor Snape's cocky little smirk. "You're not going to take that as answer are you?" Ron inquired. June shook her head no as she plunged into a series of thoughts.
"I need to talk to Sirius." June declared as she now silently scolded herself for not have thinking of that before, but she wanted to see Snape's face. She wanted to see Snape's face flourish a bright pink as he talked about how he was only half the man her father ever was. "I-I just don't know how." Her eyes gazed at Hermione and Ron for help, but the only thing either one could think of was going home sick on the weekend.
"I've got it!" Exclaimed Hermione, "June, remember how you were telling us that Professor Umbridge's office is the only fireplace in Hogwarts that isn't being monitored?" June shot out of her seat and shook Hermione with joy as she sang, "you're brilliant, Hermione! I can use Umbrige's fireplace to contact Sirius!"