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"Evangeline dear, are you sure you want to go to school where your father works? I could just continue homeschooling you like I've been doing for the past four and a half years." Evelyn attempted to sway her and while she understood that since the divorce her mother wanted to keep her from her father, she also liked her father much more than her mother.

"Yes mum, I am positive, I'm turning sixteen soon and I want to see dad. I have to go now; goodbye mum." Her mother rolled her eyes.

"I don't understand why you like that man so much!" Evelyn exclaimed to her smiling daughter.

"Hey, you're the one that had a kid with the guy." Evangeline said simply before throwing floo powder in the fireplace and yelling. "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts!"

She took a few steps into the room and chuckled, the old headmaster was asleep at his desk! She cleared her throat and he stirred, sitting up quickly. "Oh dear, I dozed off! Forgive me Miss Snape; I was kept awake with a late night meeting with the Order."

"No worries Headmaster, you owe me no explanation. If anyone in this room owes someone something is would be the opposite, thank you for allowing me to begin at such short notice and in the middle of the school year." She thanked him and he smiled knowingly.

"Best show that thanks by not getting into any trouble, I know your father wouldn't be happy if you and Slytherin didn't get along and the same with Gryffindor and your mother."

"Of course Headmaster, although, I cannot promise not to defend myself against the occasional Slytherin or Gryff I have confidence that my friendship with Draco will keep most away as will my relation to Harry but they could also prove problematic."

"Yes, yes," Dumbledore agreed wisely. "The two facts put you both on excellent and horrible terms with the two most protruding houses. I digress though; I believe you will have an interesting year at here Hogwarts. I have the sorting hat here so we will get straight to the point." He picked up the ancient hat and placed it on her head.

"Well, isn't this interesting, a mother from Gryffindor and a father from Slytherin!"

'Yes, I know that already genius, just get on with the stupid sorting!' Evangeline thought to the hat, she wanted to be spared the arrogance of Slytherin but she wanted to be near Draco too.

"Ooh somebody has a crush on a Malfoy, how cute! Although, while you have cunning and skill you are mischevius. I haven't had anyone this hard since Harry Potter although you remind me of his father and Sirius Black." Evangeline rolled her eyes.

'Make your mind up already and please choose Gryffindor!'

"Fine, somebody is touchy! GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said aloud and Dumbledore smiled.

"You don't seem to enjoy our sorting hat." He commented as Evangeline ripped the thing from her head and shoved it at the Headmaster.

"You're like a grandfather to me Dumbledore but that retched hat was about to be transfigured into a fly! It wouldn't just make up its mind!" She exclaimed causing him to chuckle.

"Can you find your own way to Gryffindor tower? The password is Banana Fritters. You'll be rooming with three nice girls, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil." He informed her and she nodded, having cooled down from her earlier upset caused by the 'dreadful' hat.

"I'll manage, do the girls know I'm rooming with them?"

"No, but you have a class with each today so why don't you go unpack then scurry to the classes you have today, here is you schedule. The teachers only know there will be a new student, I'm leaving it up to you as to which last name to use or to use an alias."

"Of course Headmaster, I'll go now, thank you!" She excused herself, practically bolting out of the office. I do NOT want to think about that right now but I guess I have to decide. She frowned at the concept, fingering her necklace as was a nervous habit of hers. Evangeline Potter, it has a nice ring to it that my dad's last name doesn't. Or I could make up one like Jackson or Smith, nah, Draco would ruin it even if he only knows me by both last names. Ugh, this is so frustrating! I don't want to be known as the teacher's daughter but I don't want to be the cousin of the boy-who-lived. I guess I'll make up a name, I'm thinking it should describe me so . . . maybe something YuNique, yeah, I like that one! She walked and walked until she found the large painting of a woman in a pink dress on the seventh floor, she had hummed to keep herself from thinking the whole way.