Very Important AN;

This fic is an additionel story to my long fiction "Second chance a new choice." you would need to read that fic before you read this.

This is not a sequel, it's more like the same story but from other characters point of view, small moment which could have been written in the other fic but would have halted the story and not have worked, yet, I got a lot of small stories I would like to tell.

Hope at least some can enjoy, especially since there is so long between postings in the actual fic :/

It was in the end of the school day, the current Marauders O.W.L. exam in Defence the dark arts, and so did one Lily Evans and a Severus Snape, all in deep concentration over their exam. It was right this moment that Flitwick would yell that times was up, and start collecting the papers.

At that same moment, a third year Slytherin, Penelope Pauperitt was trying to keep herself awake in ancient history while the ghost was only to busy proving that he was dead by speaking in his dead monotone voice about the Goblin wars.. why did it seem like they had been at this subject for three years now?

Penelope was a very little and scrawny girl, even for her age, her oval glasses threatened constantly to drop off her face. As she slipped forward, drowsily she looked out of the window and witnessed the fifth year students being released from the castle and walk outside.

At last the bell rang, and with a deep yawn she could stand up as well. "Whops!" she by accident had pushed the parchments down from the desk beside her.

The Gryffindor sitting at it looked scorned at her. "You did that on purpose."

Penelope looked wide eyed at the Gryffindor with short blond curlse. "No I didn't, I'm sorry."

"Keep telling yourself that." The Gryffindor huffed.

"Good job." a blond house mate smiled, the boyish looking barty crouch junior. "She's just a mudblood."

Penelope was about the open her mouth, but then closed it again. She really didn't want to get into a fight, there was no reason it wouldn't go anywhere, and with no one to back her up even less reason.

So she stuffed the parchments in her bag and hunched it over her shoulder to escape outside. She tried to breath in the warm air.

There were a lot of dump classes to be taught in Hogwarts, Regulus Black, a fourth year Slytherin, mussed. But care for magical animals would have to be the dumbest. What was the use of it? As if he would ever need to learn how to eck seeds out of a buetroll, he could buy those seeds, it was that simple. And it hurt as hell as he continuesly failed and the buetroll tried to scratch his eyes out, that little idiotic twerp! He hated this subject, hated it so much, and was differently not going to choose it once he was done with his O.W.L.S next year.

Only one student seemed to have the hand at this, and for her it seemed to be second hand nature, Regulus starred sullen at the bright orange haired Rawenclaw who just firmly grabbed a buetroll, ignoring the sharp claws and turned it around to with a practised sure hand just take the seeds. How the fuck did she do that? But dammit Regulus refused to ask the peasent, so he scowled and tried again, only to rewarded with a scratch on his chin. "Shit!" he annoyed threw the buetroll far away, where it quickly landed on it's feet's and ran into the forbidden forest. "No wait, shit!" he cursed again.

"Lost a buetroll." The scarred greying Professor Kettleburn raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid that would be five points from Slytherin."

Regulus gritted his teethes.

"My." Kettleburn eyed the Rawenclaws ball and a grin spread across her face. "You never seize to amaze do you miss O'Hara."

The Rawenclaw grinned by the praise.

"Ten points to Rawenclaw." Kettleburn nodded.

Regulus rolled his eyes, and was just glad the class was finally dismissed.

Penelope sighed as she sat on the marbles stairs of Hogwarts, resting her chin in her hand. She eyed all of the happy playing students out there, and just felt a sting of jalousie towards them, some were also sitting alone, she eyed that creepy looking boy from two years above her, he was sitting completely alone reading with critical eyes a piece of parchment. He was one of the really dangerous people, Penelope knew that. She had heard him snickering on about mudbloods up in the common room, and she had to hide away and close her eyes, she was a muggleborn so she had to hide from people like him and just stay far away.

He seemed grisk as he sat there, and greased as a great tangled spider, didn't help he looked so scrawny and hunched, his long spider fingers going over the parchment while his eyes looked so consumed on the verge of greed, making an pretty interesting figure, a dark figure, Penelope felt the inspiration and fingered with parchment and ink in her school bag, wondering if it would be rude of her to draw it, to try and capture the picture of the spider sitting there. He was all alone, maybe that he was alone caused him to be as he was? Penelope couldn't tell, if she wasn't so scared to hide what her parents was, what she herself was, plus loved her parents dearly, she could very well see herself go with it, just do what other boys told her to, she to just longed so deeply for acknowledgement and be someone, she wanted to be the person people looked up to. She sighed deeply again as she dully observed the older boy. Though suddenly she felt a swoone in her stomach, as if this little moment was important, as if everything was going to change.

That was when suddenly Snape just sat up straight and took a deep shocked gasp, dropping everything he had in his hands.

Penelope eyed him with a lifted eyebrow as he suddenly crumpled together as if he was really really hurting, he squinted his eyes and pressed his hands against his ears while he just looked panick stricken gaping for air, Penelope gasped, as she started questioning if he had gotten a seizure or something, and she was just about to abandon all thoughts of staying away from him and come to the rescue as a messy haired boy yelled. "All right Snivelius!"

Oh no not those boys, Penelope really didn't like the infamous Marauders always causing trouble, and just not making life easy for Slytherins around her, especially not Snape, but she was to frightened of him to do anything, he was older and very frightening to be around, he hadn't particularly made himself disserving for her efforts either, he was evil, she could see it, just as evil as Malfoy, Avery and Rossier. And now, she knew she was to little and unimportant to do anything, so she did what she hated doing but she knew she had to did she wanted to survive, she turned the deaf ear, god she wished she could find a way where she could so something. But she looked away, and didn't listen, or at least tried not to.

"I can change! I promise I can change!" the words was said so loudly so the entire world could hear it.

Penelopes head snapped back, and she saw Snape crying while holding a Gryfindor girl close. She starred wide eyed at the picture as the girl awkwardly tried to pad Snape on the back, after a while the girl got released from his grip and took him firmly by the arm, before suddenly letting go, and Snape just looked so small as he stood there alone, looking lost out in the air, before his wand was stuffed into his hand by the girl, which he looked empty at before, the girl took him firmly by the arm, and led him towards the castle, towards Penelope, they passed her so close, they were extremely close to Penelopes sitting spot for just a moment, she only needed to reach out to grap a hold on their robes should she fell like it, and saw their faces. Snape just looked so confused and lost, not as a greedy giant spider at all more like a proud rawen who had been locked away for far to long and now had been asked to fly but was confused about what flying meant, just desperate to try and figure out what happened around him. And the girl... She was very beautiful, and a gryfindor, Penelope was left to wonder why she was taking care of him, she looked both worried, apprehensive and puzzled, though mostly worried.. genuinely concerned, Penelope tried to imprint their faces in her mind as they passed by. And then they disappeared through the hall way, Penelope only left to turn her head around to see them walk up the stairs. This was important, she knew it was. She got a strange tingling feeling all over her body, as if new destinies were just about to being set. She was so busy starring she didn't get to notice who stumbled over her, and made the contains of her school back fall down on the stairs.

"Look where you are sitting!" a black haired Slytherin boy snerred at her, he was very handsome, slender features, short well kept black hair and gray eyes, though that sneer didn't suite him at all. Penelope recognised him as the Slytherin seeker.

"I'm sorry." Penelope muttered. And the boy just scoffed at her as he walked inside. Jesus what a prat, Penelope thought inwardly as she started bowing down to pick up the papers.

"Here." A girls voice sounded as a couple of papers was reached towards Penelope, Penelope looked up to be met by the sight of a pale messy red haired Rawenclaw, she had dirt all over her.

"Thanks." Penelope offered the girl a grateful smile.

The girl returned the smile and instead of wandering on, bowed down to pick up more parchments, quickly they were done and Penelope had all the parchments, she smiled a little bemused, didn't seem like the Rawenclaw minded the least that she was a Slytherin. "thanks" she nodded again."

"Ye'r welcome." The girl nodded, and Penelope suddenly realised she had an accent. "Guess I'll see ye around." The girl shrugged and headed inside and also up the stairs, not thinking much of the gesture. Probably doesn't want to be seen hanging out with a Slytherin Penelope sighed.

The next day after breakfast Penelope had returned to her dorm to pick up her transfigurations text book before she could get to class, she yawned deeply as she headed down the stairs.

"I hear that you went back to that mudblood girl of yours." Lucius Malfoy, one of the guys to most differently stay as far away from as possible said the words. His gray eyes looked sternly at someone, and that someone looked straight back at him. It was Snape. "You know that nothing good will come out of that, You should get your loyalties straight Severus." He continued, how ever Penelope did not see him, she only looked at Snape, who looked so very different than he used to, Snape had always been hunched and unsure, always trying to get in other peoples favor, but now it seemed like Snape thought that Lucius was nothing short of laughable, and was nothing, most importantly he didn't look the least bit afraid, he looked so sure and had such an inner strength, it was impossible not to respect him at that moment, his entire figure just demanded authority, something Snapes figure never had beforehand, a spider was the last thing to come to mind, he more look like a proud hawk standing up straight, looking at Lucius with sharp eyes, as he opened his mouth. "I have, and they are not with you."

Penelope could not doubt that he meant it.

"But Severus, if you ever want to be strong, if you ever want to be powerful, in our cause."

Could Lucius not see? He had nothing on Snape, Snape wasn't the least interested he stood tal and proud as his own, not a shred of doubt in any of his gestures, not his voice, his eyes or posture, Penelope kept searching and searching this strange image, but there was nothing there. She was so busy looking she did not see Lucius bump into her. "OUT OF MY WAY!" he yelled as he pushed Penelope forcefully away, so she crashed into an arm chair, and lost the next bit as she tried to compose herself. But she did hear Snapes soft chuckle and Lucius furry. "So you think this is funny do you?"

"This situation no, you yeas."

Penelope managed to stare at Snape again as he openly mocked Lucius.

"You don't mean that."

Snape really didn't seem like one who particularly cared. "I don't have time for this." And he turned around, and just walked out… walked out! On Lucius!

"YOU COME BACK HERE!" Lucius seemed pissed.

And Snapes respond was so calm. "No." he said in a tired voice, as if Lucius really was just an annoying persistent bug. "I think not." And he didn't even look at Lucius as he said it while calmy wandering out of the exist, Lucius was furiouse to say the least, his face red with anger, then it happened that Snape offered a glance over his shoulder, making the impression that he was privileging Malfoy with this short glance, and even so as he opened his mouth. "I know you can't wait to get out and join the Dark Lord as of now, but when you do and after a while discover it isn't what you thought it was, don't say I didn't warn you, because believe me, there will be a time where you will wish you never even considered going into his service." And the entrance closed right into Lucius's stunned face.

There was complete stunned silence in the Slytherin common room, everyone just looked wide-eyed at the exit of the common room, and then the eyes shifted to the flabbergasted Lucius Malfoy, as he discovered that he was being watched his moment of stunned surprise turned to anger. "What are you looking at!" he yelled at all of them, and they all tensed and embarrassed looked down, hoping he would not catch them, including Penelope.. though as they did, it really hit her that they shouldn't, he had no right. They should just walk out, Like Snape just had.. but none of them really dared, so they just muttered and flustered, she herself with her head bowed down headed for the exit. And started running for her transfiguration class.

Lieve was filled with anticipation, school would so very soon be over, it was just a matter of days, and she could go home to the farm and her mother and father, she really missed her home, so she could be her own loud weird self, riding on the horses, helping with chores, go on pub and hear some stories, play tag with her dad, swear and sound weird all that she liked. It was going to be great, she was taking a walk outside, feeling the hope and anticipation in her chest.

"There he is!" a voice sounded beside Lieve, she looked to her left and saw a messy haired glassed boy pointing towards the door.

"Lets go get him." A very handsome black haired boy responded, between them was a smaller a little chubby boy. Her eyes glided to the front hall where all the boys were looking and saw a pale raven haired Slytherin walking, he seemed like he was frowning.

"You read my mind Padfoot." The messy haired one smiled. "Come on."

"Righto! Prongs." And all three of times strode towards the pale Slytherin.

Lieve swallowed. The pale one was a Slytherin and did seem kind of evil, Lieve couldn't even remember having a nice encounter with a Slytherin, so it would be a shame to say she liked their house much, that would be a lie. But the gryfindors had a dangerous gleam in their eyes, so far Lieve had been spared pranking, people just ignored her and that was that, it hurt and all, but she had decided to count herself lucky, she still maintained the hope of one day getting a friend, a real friend who would be there for her, have fun with her, ask how she was, remember her birthday, that sort of things, that was all she would ever want to ask. Oh no, the messy haired one was pointing a wand at the pale Slytherin, that was not nice, though.. the pale one didn't seemed the list bit turned off, he sort of scared Lieve as he just stood there smiling, saying low words. Making the other boys more and more unsure. Until another Gryfindor came and interrupted them, a prefect badge shining on his chest, he looked shabby, Lieve noted, and kind of angry right now, but there was such a warm in his eyes, he just looked so nice, like someone Lieve would really want to be in the room with. Just like the type she would really like to know, the pale Slytherin seemed annoyed with him though as they talked.. well what would the shabby Gryffindor exspect? Slytherins liked Gryfindor least of all, yet.. the two boys at last seemed to have found common ground and talked casually, huh, strange, but sort of nice to see. Noticing that Lieve was practically starring she blushed ashamed and bowed her head to hurry away, only to trip over a blond girl who had been sitting beneath a bush reading a parchment. "SOR'Y!" Lieve stated at once.

"That's all right." The blond Gryfindor smiled a little amused. "Just watch where you are going next time kay?"

"I'll.. urh I try." Lieve could fell the pale boys eyes in her neck, and could fell how much she flustered as she tried to create some distance. She sighed as she realised she had forgotten helping the nice blond to pick up the parchment again, there was so many nice people around, why was she so damn incapable of just becoming friends with one or two of them? Why were she always so lost in everything, it really started to become a joke that she got sorted to Rawenclaw of all houses. But then again, she would have been a lousy Gryfindor, died in less than a minute as Slytherin, was so lousy at people that Hufflepuff simply didn't fitt, leaving only Rawenclaw, though as she was dump as a norse mountain troll, it was a little strained. Again all that was fine, she just wished for a friend, but in this moment didn't quite believe in it, she just dully watched the three Gryfindor boys who had picked on the Slytherin walk close by her, looking both pissed and confused. Walking past by not noticing her.