The next day my father said nothing about it. My friends never asked me about it. The rest of the week went as normal as anyone could've hoped. Ariana, Adrian, Blaine, and Ellen all became my very best friends. Even though I was very close to everyone, Blaine was closest. He was beginning to be like a brother to me. In every class he sat next to me and if I was having trouble he would slip me notes, even though it meant that he got a detention from my father. That month was pretty god.
About a day after the prank that the twins pulled on Snape spread throughout the school, everyone gave them a thumbs up in the hallway. By the end of the week Adrian and Ariana were determined to be best friends with the red-haired twins from Gryffindor.
On a Thursday after all lessons ending with a particularly hard Transfiguration lesson Blaine and I had ate dinner and stayed in the common room after everyone went to bed.
I was not actually thinking of the essay assigned by Snape. I was thinking of the week. Earlier in the week while I was looking in the mirror I wished I had pink hair, it would look cool. But miraculously a clump of my hair I had been closely inspecting had turned a vibrant red. I rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was just tired, and opened them to see my hair was the exact shade of black it had been before. Then the day after I had imagined what I would look like with green eyes, in the mirror. The same thing happened my eyes turned an emerald green, but I blinked and it was gone.
Blaine voice cut straight through my thoughts, "I'm going to bed, what about you?"
I shook my head, "I'm gonna stay up for a bit, I got some more homework." He shrugged and walked away.
After I heard a distant shut of a dormitory door and knew he had gone to bed I abandoned my homework packing it into a black leather school bag my father had gotten me as a late birthday present, and climbed into a overly large comfy armchair next to the fire. I pulled my knees under my chin and stared at the fire getting sleepy but refusing to go to bed.
I don't know when I fell asleep but I was woken when the lanterns were burning low and the fire had since gone out, leaving a bone chilling feeling.
Someone was shaking me. I shook my head awake and tried to focus my seeing on who ever it was.
Snape.
"What? What's going on?"
"Good, you're awake, I have to speak to you and I don't wish it to wait."
He shot a spell at the fire and it relit. I stared at him fully awake now. He looked sad despite his monotone features.
"Do you remember your parents?"
I shook my head, no. I woke up for that, really? He paused not looking at me but the burning fire. What an odd question he would ask, but the truth is I have tiny memories of my father.
"Well, it has been discovered that... my daughter did not...die. You... are her."
I had forgotten and gasped, this came to me as a surprise that he would have sprung what would have been really big news at such an odd time.
He hurried and tried to fix it, "Of course you do not have to be my daughter, it's your choice... I suppose." He added the last words so quietly that I'm not sure I even heard them.
"What do you mean, go back and live in that orphanage and get beat up. No, I would very much rather have a father."
He seemed to smile but it was really dark and I'm sure that his features wouldn't allow it. He stood up and strode closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. His hair tickling my nose, I hugged him back. "You should probably go to bed." He said releasing me.
