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Meanie 'tis me name, don't wear it out!

Mwhahaha, my evil little trick!

'Password?'
Secret stared at the Gargoyle that blocked the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
'I'm a first year! How in the name of merlin's beard am I mean to know?' she asked.
'No password, no entry.'
'Oh for the love of Flying Saucers...'
'Correct.'
It leapt out the way.
'What that was it?' asked Secret, amazed.
She went up the spiral staircase, and knocked on the grand wooden doors.
'Enter.'
She pushed them open.
'Ahhh Secret! And, oh, a mini me!'
Secret looked on her shoulder, to look at the Miniature Dumbledore that stood there, in pale blue robes. She held her hand up and it walked onto her palm. She sat down behind Dumbledore's desk, and let the mim him walk onto it.
"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" it said in a squeaky voice.
Dumbledore laughed at it.
'Oh my. Well, we better get down to business. Now, let us see what you can do.'

After showing her skills, Secret glanced at the clock, and was shocked to see that she had missed the whole of the days lessons, and it was three quarters of the way through last period.
'Very well done Secret. Your father would be proud.' said Dumbledore leaning back.
'Which one?' she mumbled.
'Both. Secret, Professor Snape only did what he did because he cared for you. I admit posing as your biological father was a, tad, off, but he did it out of love.' said Dumbledore.
She sighed.
'I was out of order as well.' she muttered.
'You acted reasonably. You had just found out the man whom you loved was not who he had told you he was for all your life. It was perfectly normal for your reaction.'
Dumbledore leaned forward.
'I suggest, maybe going to see him? I know you have missed him as much as he has missed you.' he suggested.
'Yeah, I'll go do that. Thank you sir.'
'Anytime Secret.'
She ran down the staircase and sprinted to her father's office as the bell rang over her head. She raced there, and leaned against the wall, panting. He came sweeping round the corner a few moment slater, and stopped as he saw her.
'What do you want Miss-'
'Please sir. Don't use that last name. I just wanted one thing.' Secret cut him off.
Snape raised an eyebrow and walked over so he was right in front of her.
'And what might that be?' he asked.
She did not answer vocally, but merely threw her arms round his waist, hugging tight, burying her head in his chest. Snape blinked, then hugged her back, holding tight.
'I'm sorry Daddy.' she whispered.
'No, I'm the one who should be apologising.' he murmured. 'I should of told you right from the start that I wasn't your father.'
She smiled.
'Have you heard about my transfiguration lessons?' she asked, looking up at him.
'Yes.' he said, brushing her red hair out her eyes. 'I am very proud of you.'

Later that week, a notice was pinned up, that made Secret groan. Flying lessons.
'Brilliant, a chance to make a fool out of myself on a broom.' she said darkly on the day.
'Oh come on, you never know.' said Fred.
She sighed, then walked down to the pitch, and saw Harry.
'Time to make idiots out ourselves.' he said.
'Bingo.'
The went in and stood by a broom.
'Now! I want you to put your hand over your broom and say UP.'
'UP!' Secret said.
Her broom flew straight to her hand. She was amazed.
'Now, mount your brooms, Mr Malfoy your grip is wrong, and on my whistle, push up off the ground. 1, 2...'
But Neville, being jumpy, pushed off before. He got higher and higher, until he slipped off his broom and fell several feet, as his broom lazily began to drift off toward the forbidden forest.
'It's a broken wrist. All of you! Keep your feet firmly on the ground or you'll be expelled faster than you can say Quidditch.' said Madam Hooch.
'Ha! Did you see his face, the great lump?' laughed Malfoy, as soon as they were out of earshot.
'Shut it Draco.' snapped Secret.
'Look!' said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. 'It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him!'
The Remembrall glinted in the sun.
'Give that here Malfoy.' said Harry.
'Think I'll leave if somewhere for Longbottom to collect - how about - up a tree?'
Secret made a grab, but he was on his broom and up in a flash. Harry leapt on his and followed. Secret, glancing round, grabbed a large sturdy stick and jumped on her broom, flying into the air. She felt all her worries flying away. She spotted the two, facing each other. Fidgeting round in her pockets, she found an apple. Throwing it up in the air, she whacked it with the stick and it flew towards Malfoy, hitting him squarely on the back of the head, causing him to drop the Remembrall. Harry dived, followed by Secret and he caught it, and they both landed safely on the grass.
'MR POTTER AND MISS-'
'SNAPE!' finished Secret.
McGonagall was striding towards them.
'With me you two.'
The followed her into the castle and she stopped outside's Quirrill's class.
'Might I borrow Wood?'
Wood? Was that a cane?
But it was a fifth year. They followed her, Wood looking at the two oddly. She swept into an classroom which was empty except for Peeves writing rude words on the blackboard.
'Out Peeves!' barked McGonagall.
Peeves swooped out, cursing loudly. McGonagall shut the door, and turned to the three.
'Wood, I've found you a new Seeker and your third beater!