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Walking down to the Great Hall, Uncle Severus pulls me to aside. 


                          
"You know that Dumbledore is going to introduce you to the school as my niece?" He whispers to me. 


                          
"Yeah. It's fine Uncle Severus, I got this." I say and walk away from him. 



                          
The Great Hall was not far from the Slytherin Common Room. As I get to the door, I get pulled to the side again, this time it was by an older woman. 



                          
"Miss Ivy, I'm Professor McGonagall." she says while shaking my hand. She was a tall woman with fading brown hair which was almost concealed by the large pointed black hat she wore at the top of her head. She was wearing a long black dress with a green suede cloak over the top. "Professor Dumbledore is going to make a speech when everyone has arrived in the hall. He is going to introduce you to the school and all of your fellow students." She stops talking and looks me up and down. "My God what on earth are you wearing?" she says shocked. 



                          
"Oh about that, I only brought one pair of tights with me and they had a big rip in them." I reply trying to make up a story in my head of how I could have ripped the only pair of tights I have. 


                          
"And how did you manage that?" she asks 


                          
"I accidentally dropped a picture frame and a piece of glass cut into them." I reply "I promise I will try and get some more by Monday." 


                          
"Okay then" she gives up, I feel like she could see straight through me. "Wait here until Dumbledore calls your name" 


                          
I glance into the hall and there are four long tables that reach from each end of the hall. Each table had a different type of uniform sat at them. On the far left, everyone was wearing black and yellow uniform, next was green and silver with is my house. Following was everyone wearing a red and orange uniform and on the final table everyone was wearing a navy blue uniform.



                          
At the front of the Hall there is another large table which seated what looks to be the professors of the school. I scan up and down the table and Uncle Severus is sat to the left in front of the Slytherin table. 


                          
"Students" Dumbledore shouts. The room falls quite instantly as he speaks. "We have a new student joining us this year. Miss Ivy Snape." As soon as my name is called the two large doors fling wide open. Everyone in the room turns to the back of the room and stares at me. 


                          
I hold my head up high and walk into the room straight to the front of the hall and try to not make eye contract with anyone other than Dumbledore. I could hear people whispering as I walked past. 


                          
One girl wearing the red uniform said "Nice uniform darling" to her friend. This girl had strawberry blonde frizzy hair that was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her eyes were a light brown and her skin was almost red with embarrassment as I glance over at her as she speaks. 


                          
"Snape has a daughter!" I heard a boy say, he was also in the red uniform but he had ginger hair and a pale face. As he says this another boy next to him slaps him on the arm. This boy had dark hair and wore rounded glasses. His eyes were bright blue and on the left side of his face, a scare shaped like a lightning bolt. 



                          
I reach the front of the hall and stand in front of Dumbledore. "As a new student at Hogwarts, she will be treated with the same respect we treat each other. Professor Snape also has a few words" Dumbledore roars wild gesturing his attention onto my Uncle Snape.



                          
"Firstly, no she isn't my daughter for the select few that believed the roomers." He says while staring straight at the ginger haired boy. "She is my niece who is new to the wizard world and I hope everyone can help me if she slips up." 



                          
I walk back down the hall and try and find a place to sit on the green table. "Oi, Snape!" I hear. "You can sit here if you want" I turn and it was Malfoy. God knows what he must have been telling people as I walked into the room. 



                          
"I'd rather eat slugs than sit with you, Princess" I reply looking him in the eye. 



                          
"Don't call my boyfriend a princess you jealous slut" I hear from the person across the table from him. It was the girl in the picture. Her hair was almost ashy and her skin paler then the image. She was a lot skinner than I expected, she was almost a twig. She uniform hanged off of her like it was being placed on metal frame. "He is trying to be nice to you" she says while standing up from the bench. 



                          
"Oh shut up Parkinson." Malfoy shouts at her as she tries to defend him. 



                          
"No, she needs to learn to respect her superiors." Parkinson snaps back at him. 



                          
I start to laugh at her. "Respect my superiors? Tell me what makes you inferior to me?"



                          
She stands staring at me almost fishing for an insult to throw at me. Her green eyes look at me in disbelief as her face goes blank. The group of Slytherins sat around Malfoy and Parkinson start to giggle as she tries to spit something out. 



                          
"Nice try babes, next time try and have the balls to insult me without chocking on your own words." I spit back at her. This then sends the other Slytherins into laughter at Parkinson. "Now if you will excuse me". I reach other between Malfoy and another chubby boy with mousy brown hair and grab one of the muffins from the large table and walk away. 



                          
"Filthy little muggle fucker" Parkinson whispers under her breath. 



                          
As the words leave her mouth anger becomes me. I wanted to knock her little smug face into the stone wall next to her. But I do the only thing I could do. I launch the muffin in my hand at her head. 



                          
As the muffin makes contact with her face it splats into hundreds of pieces all over her face and uniform. The muffin was blueberry and the jam middle drips from her forehead to her nose. "I wasn't hungry anyway." I say as I continue walking out of the Great Hall.