A/N: So hey, long time huh? Sorry about the wait and stuff I've just been real bust with life and all its woes and other stuff. But guess who's back?

One of the man reason's I'm so late in writing this is because I wrote I book. Which I enjoyed doing. I admit the character is somewhat like Liz personality wise but Liz is also my character. Only the character from the book is kind of more sassy and sarcastic – if you can believe that. If you want to check it out, I'd appreciate it. It's on Amazon and Kindle so just type in ( /dp/B01N6FDQ69 ) without the parenthesis after Amazon .com and you'll get to it. it's called The Changeling . Your choice but whateve's, now onto the show.

Ps – Also, wanted to say thankyou for all the support and stuff, I do appreciate it a lot. So thanks for reading, reviewing, and favoriting.

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Warning: Swearing

Severus Snape was not having a good day.

He skulked through the street, robe flaring dramatically around him as he glared at any passerby that was foolish enough to meet his eyes.

He didn't understand the exact reasoning of Dumbledore, the old fool. He knew perfectly well that Snape wasn't one for children – it's not like he was subtle about his loathing for them. They were clumsy, loud, and moronic little beast.

Yet, in Dumbledore's old age, the blasted man had decided that it would be a wonderful idea if Snape led a brat around Diagon Alley. Leading any gawking child around Diagon Alley would have been horrible, but what infuriated him even more was that he was to show around the Potter brat.

He could already feel a headache coming on because of the spawn of Potter and the brat wasn't even here yet. No doubt she'd be just like her father, loud and obnoxious.

The letter they'd recived from her only further cemented this in his mind.

He looked down at the crinkled, lined, paper. Sneering as he re-read the words.

To whom it may concern

So hey, just writing back to tell you that I accept and all that jazz. Also, I like to tell you that your owl is evil and possibly possessed. So, yeah, you should look into that maybe lock it in a cage, cover it in holly water. Anyway, I'll need someone to show me around and all the junk. My address is on the envelope, toodles.

-Liz

The address had been a surprise to everyone. Considering Potter was living in a complete different country – leave it to that brat to already be causing trouble.

Snape stopped in front of the tall apartment building in front of him, checking the address. A scowled, of course she'd live on the sixth floor – he hadn't even met her yet and she was already causing him misery.

He stormed into the building and up the stairs – there was no way he was getting on that death trap those muggles called an elevator. By the time he reached the right floor he was panting and out of breath.

He sneered at Potter's apartment door. The number on it was crooked and worn. He sharply rapped his knuckles on the door.

From behind it he heard a loud clatter of noise. It got closer and closer, his headache throbbed painfully from the loud noises.

The door was thrown open, nearly hitting him.

Behind it was a sight that made him pause, trying to understand what he was exactly seeing.

A small girl stood there, short and covered from head to toe in kitchen utensil. A strainer was on her head, a metal sheet on her chest and tinfoil wrapped around her arms. Blue paste of some kind covered the shining metal.

She looked him over, and nodded her head at him.

"Sup?"

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Liz looked the man over from head to toe, raising one eyebrow. "So, was batman your childhood hero?" Hey, nobody had ever accused her of tact.

The broody man just sneered at her. "Severus Snape, I'm here about Hogwarts." He said in a clipped voice.

"Huh, weird name." Liz muttered to herself.

Something told Liz that she might have not made the best first impression, she shrugged mentally. This guy seemed like a Debby downer anyway. Besides she probably wouldn't have to deal with him a lot in the future and what sane human being would hold a grudge over a couple of harmless words?

He glared at her like he could read her thoughts.

Liz's eyes narrowed at him with suspicion. She didn't know anything about magical beings, maybe there was a way to read minds. 'Your nose telling me raven but your cloak screams bat.'

The man didn't react, but that didn't prove anything. This guy looked like he had one hell of a poker face after all. She'd bet he'd make a good spy, like off that movie she just saw. She could see him skulking around in the dark, being mysterious and stalky.

"Well come on in dude. I'm making blue pancakes and waffles." Liz told him as she led him into the house. As they walked through the rooms Liz shed her armor. She missed camp sometimes and she liked to do things that reminded her of her home away from home – they also let her handle sharp and dangerous objects there so that was fun.

"Why are you wearing that?" His clipped tone said. The 'you moron' afterwards was heavily implied.

"Because you should always practice safe breakfast." Liz shot back, walking into the kitchen.

Aunt Sally was sitting at the counter and looked started when she saw the glowering man behind Liz.

"Liz, dear, who's that?" Her sweet voice said.

"Some dude from Hogwarts. He's going to take me shopping and stuff for magical stuff."

"Oh," Sally blinked. "Okay, would he like something before you go? Waffles? A Beverage?"

Snape gave the waffles a loathing look, like they were pieces of trash on plates.

"Waffles are so much better then pancakes." Liz said. "They're like the buff version of breakfast foods, abs and all."

Snape sneered at her and Liz just smiled at him. She'd decided that Snape just needed someone positive in his life, he was so down all the time. So she was going to make sure to be as happy as can be around him, to cheer him up – it's not like she was planning to do this just to mess with the fellow, Liz could never do something evil like that.

"No thank you, now we must be going." And before anyone could say anything, Snape grabbed Liz's shoulder and turned on his feet, disappearing with a sharp crack.

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When Liz's head stopped spinning she found herself in an alleyway, which was incredibly sketchy.

"Where are we?" She groaned, standing up and leaning on a trash can besides her.

"Outside of Diagon Ally," was Snape's clipped reply. He pulled a stick out of his robes and began to tap away at bricks; looking like a mad man.

Liz leaned against the trash can further only to stumble as it suddenly gave out from under her hand and fell to the ground with a loud bang. Liz reacted on instinct and her kick sent the trash can flying down the alleyway and out of sight.

Snape spun to face her, looking annoyed – though Liz was starting to think that was just his default expression.

"What. Was. That?" He said slowly, enunciating every word.

"What was what?" Liz parroted back, hoping her innocent eyes made her look completely not guilty, because she was, it was all the trash cans fault.

"There was a noise."

"Can you describe the noise? Was it a ruckus or a commotion?"

Snape's eye twitched and Liz felt sympathy for him. She hated when her eye muscle twitched for no reason.

A growl left him – Liz didn't know it was physically possible for humans to growl - and he spun on his feet, turning back towards the brick wall. He began to stab violently at it with his pointed stick.

Suddenly the bricks wiggled, like they were sick and tired of all the pocking and they began to collapse inward on each other, making a hole that grew larger and larger.

Past that hole was a bustling market place full of people dressed in bathroom robes, just like Snape – she wasn't going to say anything because she didn't want to embarrass him, but apparently it was acceptable to wear bathroom robes out in public.

The streets was made of uneven cobble stone and the buildings on either side of her were squished together and cramp looking. There was an unpleasant smell to the air, coming from some shop with cauldrons of animal parts in it.

It was cool, she guessed. Olympia had been much more awe inspiring but then again that had been the home of the gods so of course it was classy. Maybe she was just to jaded at this point and unnatural things no longer fazed her.

Snape led her to an elegant looking large white stone building – the people around them leaving a large space between them and Snape's scowling form -, the wooden buildings around it looking shabby in comparison.

In front of it was some golden plaque with words but they were in writing cursive and a killer on Liz's eyes, so she didn't even bother trying to read them.

There was a short little gray creature in front of the door, holding a spear. Snape and it could have been long lost brothers with their identical scowls.

The building opened into a grand room, with high ceilings and rows of marble columns on each side. Wooden desk sat between the columns, more little gray man stationed at them.

Snape stalked down the center of the room, stopping in front of the nearest open tellar and shoving a golden key under his large nose.

"Potter." He gritted out.

The creature slowly took the key, taking his time inspecting it, before he finally nodded his head and waved his hands. "Griphook!" He shouted.

Snape looked like steam might shoot out of his ears any second.

Another gray creature joined them and led them off to a side room where Liz had one of the greatest roller-coaster experiences of her life. It was also awesome because at the end she found a pot of gold – well a room full of gold.

When they finally exited the bank Snape looked like he was about to throw up, and immediately Liz wasn't helping.

"So, there was this movie I like watching and the guy likes to say. Greasy, grimy, gopher, guts. You'd love it."

Snape grabbed her shoulder and pulled her over to a shop, pushing her towards the door. "Go in there and get robs."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to go drink."

He gave her a look, like it was her fault he was driven to drinking and Liz supposed it was, she guessed she'll just have to try harder in cheering him up.

"Okay, I'll be counting the minutes."

He stormed and left without a word.

Liz sighed, shaking her head. "He's so torn up by our separation that he can't even talk." And no, she did not just give a satisfied smirk, why would she have it out for the broody scowling man?

Liz entered the shop, the bell above the door chiming. A large woman came bustling over, "Hogwarts's dear?"

"Yes, I'll be going to the school named after a diseas and pig." Liz agreed.

The woman blinked before showing her to a room in the back. There was already some tall blonde haired boy back here. He looked like he'd just seen something interesting on the ceiling, his head tilted to far up and eyes narrowed.

Liz jumped up onto the wooden stool next to them and raised her arms as a woman started to measure her.

"Hogwart's?" The boy asked.

"No, Narnia." Liz replied seriously.

The boy gave her a confused look.

"Just kidding," Liz said when the boy didn't catch on, because, apparently, he was an uncivilized savage who'd never picked up a book.

"Draco Malfoy, and you are?"

"Liz," Liz said, because what kid gave their last name when they introduced themselves?

The boy looked unbalanced. "Well," he said after a second. "Do you like quidditch?"

"No, yes, maybe?" Liz shrugged. "I don't know, tell me about it first and I'll pass judgement."

"You don't know what quidditch is?" He said, sounding started and disgusted.

"No, sounds like a type of squash though. Why are you so offended by that?"

"I can't believe I talked to a mudblood."

Liz had no idea what a mudblood was but it sounded like an insult. "And I can't believe I walked to a little shit, yet here we are."

Draco flinched back, like her words had slapped him across the face – which would have been cool and brought a whole new meaning to verbal fencing.

A dark shadow covered the room, coming from the window in front of them.

For a second it was a silhouette of batman, cape flowing dramatically behind him.

"Godfather?" Draco said.

Then disappointed when it revealed Snape's scowling visage. He was glaring at Liz through the glass, like it was her fault measuring took so long.

And who was Liz to argue with him? She was just going to have to make it up to him with plenty of hugs and inspiring quotes.

Something about Snape brought out her giving side.

Thankfully for Snape's continued happiness the lady told Liz she was done now, and handed her a pile of wrapped clothing.

Liz left, wondering why the blond brat's clothes took longer. He was probably getting silk, which would only accomplish in making him look like even more of a girl.

Liz joined Snape outside with a smile, the man's eye muscle started to act up again because his eye started to twitch.

"This way." Snape gritted out between his teeth.

Liz followed in his wake, people scrambling to get out of Snape's path.

He led her to a rickety old building with golden letter on it. Saying something about wands. She didn't get much of a look because she was shoved in there by Snape, who went and glowered In a corner.

An old man appeared from thin air in front of her, making Liz jump back.

"Holy, hell, dude. Little warning next time. Maybe a bell around your neck?"

The old man just chuckled. "Ollivander, and I remember your parents." He was about to say something else but his eyes landed on the glaring form of Snape and he quickly changed the subject.

"Now, let's see about finding you a wand."

What happened next was a series of very wonderful advents.

Every wand Liz waved caused some new terror to appear. Unfortunately, it all seemed mostly aimed at Snape, even though Liz was completely aiming for the wall behind him.

Finally, Ollivander left and came back with a box even dustier then the last.

"Maybe." He muttered under his breath.

He opened it to reveal another piece of wood. For all his dramatics, it wasn't different from the rest, maybe a bit more shiny.

Liz grabbed it and the wand shook in her hands, sending out a stream of glitter, or sparks or something.

"Wonderful." Ollivander said, looking delighted.

Snape just glared ahead, all his joy for Liz internalized.

"It's curious though." Ollivander muttered to himself, in a way that suggested he wanted to be overheard and prompted to reveal what was curious.

Before Liz could even open her mouth to ask, Snape was dragging her out of the building and towards the exit of the market place.

"But don't I have more things to get?" Liz asked.

"I got them all while you were in the robe shop. So, that we may end this trip sooner."

"Wow, thanks Snape. It's nice to know you care just that much."

Snape sent her a look, probably not wanting her to destroy his street cred – he looked like one who'd stalk the night.

With another sharp turn of his heels they disappeared in crack and reappeared back into kitchen of Liz's house.

"We'll send someone to get you when the first day of school." Snape gritted out before disappearing.

"Well," Liz said to herself. "I think that went well."