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A fifth year Slytherin girl, with mid-length brown hair, brown eyes and a surprisingly huge smile on her face walked out of the bathroom and threw a near-by pillow from an unoccupied bed at another, alas occupied bed. Unlike a sleepy looking black haired girl who jumped up from the bed after the pillow hit her, she was up and dressed for the day.

"Sasha, you're going to be late-again! Get a move on," said the brown-haired girl.

Sasha yawned loudly and didn't seem at all worried or surprised at the information. She looked at her friend through narrow, tired eyes.

"Jane let me remind you, my father is head of Slytherin and our potions teacher. Two perfectly good reasons not to give a rat's arse when I get up," said Sasha.

Jane was packing her bag for the day as Sasha decided to get up anyway. As she collected her things together and fixed the green and silver tie around her collar she responded.

"Exactly, 'You' are the head of Slytherin's daughter. The rest of us aren't brave enough to argue with him, nor do we have the energy first thing in a morning. Also we have that miserable old bat McGonagall first, who is of no relation to either of us and I can't see her loosing a wink of sleep deducting house-points for being late," said Jane.

Suddenly Sasha started moving much quicker, sorting out her black hair and muttering darkly about family traits. Jane left to get herself some breakfast and sat on the Slytherin table next to a third year Draco Malfoy and her Quiddich Captain Marcus Flint in his last year. Jane was his keeper and the only girl on the team. Slytherin was a male majority house as far as she was concerned, it had been hard to handle at first but like Sasha she learned to hold her own and not take as much mocking as she did. Quiddich pitch times and days were being planned between the three players, when the head of Slytherin noticed that his daughter was not present at the table.

"Miss Gibbs, have you seen my daughter this morning?" he asked.

Jane turned her full attention to tall, dark man and regarded him with politeness.

"Yes sir, I woke her up before I came here. I don't think she'll be long. I can always go and check..." replied Jane.

"That will be all Miss Gibbs. Carry on with your breakfast," ordered Professor Snape.

"Yes sir," said Jane.

No sooner was the potions teacher back at the staff table, Marcus couldn't stop smirking, he lowered his head as he suspected his head of house to be able to lip read before he spoke.

"Sasha still thinks she's queen of Slytherin does she?" he asked.

"Marcus! She's my friend. She just has morning issues that's all. Some people do," replied Jane.

"Just saying, anyway the only queen of Slytherin is the keeper on the quiddich team. Have a nice day," added Marcus.
He smirked at Jane and left the table. She just rolled her eyes and made herself a cup of coffee as a couple of older witches glared at her with envy. Draco noticed and lowered his voice.

"How come you act so calm when I can hear those other girls sharpening their claws?" he asked.

"I'm no threat to their fantasy. If they want him, they can have him. I'm not stopping them," replied Jane.

Finally Sasha entered the great hall, ignoring the disapproving look from her father. She calmly took a piece of toast from the table as the bell rang for first lesson.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"You're unbelievable," replied Jane.

"Am I or am I not on time?" asked Sasha.

"Are you or are you not going to be skinned for eating in class?" mocked Jane.

Sasha gave Jane the famous 'Snape glare'. She knew she should have known better than to challenge her friend. As usual she would do as she pleased and only answer to her father and the headmaster. However it had been Jane's life long job as a Hogwarts student to attempt to keep the young Snape girl in check. As far as she was concerned she had been moderately successful, after all Sasha still had a place at the school and her wand was in-tact.

Sasha managed to finish the last bit of toast she had taken from the great hall just before she entered Professor McGonagall's classroom. Jane felt relieved that it meant Professor McGonagall could give her no reason to start an argument and sat down. She started to take out what she would need for the lesson, including the homework that was due in. Sasha nudged her.

"What is that?" she asked.

"The essay that...Sasha, she's going to..." replied Jane.

"Homework girls?" asked Professor McGonagall.

Jane picked up her work and Sasha did her best not to seem as uncomfortable as she was. The head of Gryffindor didn't look either surprised or amused.

"Well Miss Snape? What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.

"Must have slipped my mind Professor," replied Sasha.

Jane sat in silence, shaking her head in despair as Sasha continued to answer back to Professor McGonagall. A few times she rolled her eyes and tried to cover her face as it started to get embarrassing because it seemed Sasha simply didn't care.

"Oh really Professor, I think you'll find I'm doing you a favour. One less paper might be just the break you need," added Sasha.

Professor McGonagall sent Sasha out of the classroom and threatened her with all kinds of punishment. Jane was tempted to ask her why she troubled herself, alas unlike her dark-haired friend Jane knew when to keep her silence.

"As for you Miss Gibbs! I would like to think your influence will eventually rub off on your friend, admitfully you have no extrodinary talent but I do see the effort," added Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry Professor, there's only so much I can do for her," replied Jane.

Sasha was already stood outside the potions classroom when Jane arrived. She remained lacking in remourse and smiled slightly at her friend.

"How was Transfiguration?" she asked.

"How do you think? Tell me why is it when you act up, I some how get some of the blame?" asked Jane.

"I don't..." began Sasha.

"To hell you don't! This isn't the first time you've pissed McGonagall off. Everytime you piss her off, she looks at me because for some reason, she expects me to change you. Well I can't. If you're going to change you're going to do it yourself and for yourself," added Jane.

"Just tell her to do one," suggested Sasha.

"Sasha! You don't tell teachers to do one! Alright speak as you will to Professor Snape, I'll give you that one, he's your father, but the other teachers command and deserve respect. All they want to do is make successes of us, that's all they do every day. Help us to be able to preform great magic. And all you do to repay them is act up. Think about it," said Jane.

Professor Snape opened the classroom door, Jane walked passed Sasha without a word to either member of the Snape family. Sasha's father looked at her questioningly and she smiled at him slightly and walked into the classroom and sat next to her friend, who slowly looked up at her.

"How about I'll stop being an ass, if you stop being a smart ass?" she asked.

Jane smiled and moved over more welcoming. Professor Snape shook his head in confusion slightly before he started his lesson, silently deciding he would never understand the friendship that was his daughter and Jane Gibbs.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Mr. Weasley! Miss Gibbs your hair has a flower in it," he said.

Jane removed a red rose from her hair and rolled her eyes. She used her wand to return it to its owner with an impatient air about her and then turned her full attention back to their teacher.

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Dear Miss .J. Gibbs,

We are pleased to inform you of your OWL results. We hope you find them to your satisfaction and wish you well,

The department of education

Ministry of Magic

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

Care of Magical Creatures: E

Defence against the dark arts: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: A

Divination: E

Herbology: O

History of Magic: O

Jane wasn't with her parents when she read her results. In truth there had been no parents since she was a baby. Deatheaters. Worst of all they were Deatheaters who got caught, Deatheaters who not so long ago died in prison. Jane had no family, but she was far from homeless. Luckily for her, she had a guardian, a godfather by the name of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, who had sworn on the memory of her parents to treat her as his own. Jane had never over-imposed on the Malfoy family. She only went to them during the summer holidays when she could not stay at Hogwarts, although the Malfoys tried to sway her, she never took to them as family, just a rich, blonde couple who took her in over the holidays and nothing more. Of course the Malfoys weren't aware of this and it didn't stop them insisting that she read her OWL results to them. Narcissa looked simply astounded, where as Lucius applauded her openly and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Well done my dear, Draco I'd like to think next year you could do the same, if not better. Though I confess you have raised the bar rather highly. You are joining us tomorrow I assume?" he asked.

Jane covered her mouth apologetically.

"Oh no! Sorry Mr. Malfoy I meant to say, I'm going to see Sasha tomorrow. I'm really sorry," she replied.

Lucius looked at her sternly. He silently ordered his family out of the room. Soon only Lucius and Jane were present in the dining room. He sat next opposite her on the seat beside her.

"Jane, don't lie to me. If you don't want to come then that's fine, just say," he said.

"I didn't lie to you sir. I am going to see Sasha tomorrow," said Jane.

"But you arranged it so that you wouldn't join us. Jane why do you do this? You seem intent on avoiding us," said Lucius.

"I'm not avoiding you, I'm just giving you time with your family. I won't intrude upon your time together Mr. Malfoy. It is good of you to even give me house room," said Jane.

Lucius smirked in a friendly manor.

"Jane, you are family. Why do you think you're always invited? I made a promise for one thing and I intend to honour it. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I want you helping me get everyone together in the morning. Can you do that for me?" he asked.

Jane nodded and Lucius kissed her forehead and stood up. He didn't get too far away before Jane found her voice again.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. You're a good man," she replied.

Lucius paused where he was and turned back smirking.

"Don't tell everybody," he said.

He winked at her and suddenly Jane felt better about her life. Not just because Lucius had spoken to her about her place but because of her achievements and the fact she was going to the cup final and was sure to be in a decent seat. Jane walked out of the dining room behind Lucius, just in time to see him wince in pain and grab his left forearm. She ran forward to help him, only to see him roll up his sleeve and look at the dark mark. Jane's reaction was to slowly back away, Lucius looked up and saw her run up to her room. Jane could sense him follow her and slammed the door behind her. His politeness abandoned him and he opened the door without asking permission. Lucius' expression softened as he saw her face so full of fright and uncertainty, he closed the door behind them.

"Jane don't run and don't hide. This is as much of a shock to me as it is you and it isn't how I would have chosen for you to find out," he said.

Jane looked up at him.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I don't know," he replied quietly.

The young Slytherin girl took a deep breath.

"I have no wish to tell you what to do, but I would strongly prefer it if you do not return..." began Jane.

"Jane..." started Lucius.

"Mr. Malfoy! I have lost one family due to this man. I don't want to loose another. Please. Think about it," she said tearfully.

Lucius slowly knelt down and put his hands on her.

"Jane if I don't go back, then we're in danger. However that was but a warning, not a summons. If I don't return then my family is in danger and we would all be killed. I understand how you feel about this but as you are sixteen only next month, you too have a decision to make," he said.

Jane gasped at the thought and Lucius hugged her. Jane was surprised at his reaction but concerned. Lucius as far as she knew wasn't afraid of anything, people were more likely to be afraid of him as far as she was concerned as she had seen darker sides to him but had never been on the receiving end. To her he was like a teacher, one minute screaming at one child but then as another approaches, returning their voice to normal level in an instant.

"I don't have a choice, not really," said Jane.

Lucius looked at her.

"That is your decision. But for now, don't dwell on it. I want the calm and collected Jane, to get up tomorrow and have a very good time at the world cup. Can you do that for me?" he asked.

"I'll do my best sir," she replied.

True to her word, Jane saw to it that she was up and dressed very early. Even the Malfoy parents weren't quite as quick as she was. Narcissa came out of the master bedroom as Jane left her bedroom fully clothed and looked amazed and relieved.

"Oh Jane! Would you be a dear and wake Draco? Just bang on the door a few times and with any luck you'll wake his father in the process. I'm going to do breakfast," she said.

"Yes Mrs. Malfoy," replied Jane.

Jane knocked loudly on Draco's door repeatedly. She carried on until he answered the door looking sleepy and rather untidy.

"About time too, come on your mother's waiting downstairs. Breakfast and everything. Get a move on," she said.

"Who made you boss?" asked Draco.

"Your mother," replied Jane.

"Oh, right. I'll be there in a minute," added Draco.

Jane turned away smugly, only to find Lucius walking towards her in his own dressing-gown looking tired himself.

"Your room mates must love you," he said.

"I do this for a living. Be thankful nobody has had water thrown over them yet," said Jane.

"Jane, you wouldn't live to tell the tale if you did that to me," warned Lucius.

Jane smiled in a rather embarrassed manner.

"With all due respect sir, there is little chance of you finding me in your bedroom," she said.

"Oh very amusing! To breakfast," he ordered.

Jane found it quite a pleasant morning. The morning included a slight walk to a portkey, finding a rather large, well furnished tent and being presented with more than enough money for things to mark the occasion which caused Jane to attempt to argue but one look from Lucius told her not to waste her breath or time. The walk to the stadium was interrupted by a familiar face. Marcus Flint was heard calling Jane, he only stopped when he saw her with Lucius, who looked at him with a sudden dislike.

"Jane! Jane! Great! Oh...Mr. Malfoy sir!" he said.

"Master Flint," muttered Lucius.

"Marcus, nice to see you. Looking forward to it?" asked Jane.

"Yes. My money is on Bulgaria. You?" asked Marcus.

"Ireland," she replied.

"Against the might of Krum? Please! I thought you knew your stuff. You disappoint me," said Marcus.

"Seven good players against one. I've done the mathematics. If you're so confident, how about a little bet? Name your terms ex-Captain," suggested Jane.

"A date in Hogsmade if Bulgaria win. Against?" he asked.

"How are you going to manage that now you're not a student?" asked Jane.

"Let me worry about that, well? Your price?" he asked.

"Freedom from you, do we have a deal?" asked Jane.

Lucius smirked slightly upon hearing Jane's bet, pleased that she had better taste in men than the ex-Captain of Slytherin.

"Why not? You know I'll win," he said.

"We'll see," said Jane.

Jane and Draco cheered as Ireland won the world cup. Marcus looked up at her from his seat and she caught his eye and waved at him to make her feelings known. As far as she was concerned that was the end of him trying it on with her. However the result was that Krum caught the snitch, so Marcus raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Jane looked taken aback and excused herself from the Malfoys to have a word with him about their deal made before the match. Lucius narrowed his eyes and Narcissa had to practically push him away.

"Jane's a big girl. Lucius she can take care of herself," she said.

Marcus smirked as Jane walked towards him.

"You saw the result. Ireland won the cup, you don't see me again. We had an agreement," she said.

"Ah but Bulgaria caught the snitch. One drink in Hogsmade Jane," began Marcus.

"Give up Marcus, let me put it as simply as possible for you, I am not interested in you. I never have or will be. Back off," added Jane.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Prove it," said Marcus.

Unknown to Jane, Lucius saw the whole thing and went into protective mode. He walked away and began to speak to a few old friends about his situation. Luckily Jane was able to give Marcus the slip as the crowd got heavy leaving the stadium. It took her a while but she made it back to the Malfoy family tent, only to find that Mr. Malfoy wasn't there.

"Jane! I was going to start looking for you. You haven't seen my husband have you?" asked Narcissa.

"I'm afraid not, I thought he was with...can you hear screaming?" asked Jane.

Draco came running into the tent looking quite scared. Jane and Narcissa ran out but Narcissa put her arm out in-front of Jane at the scene of fire and people in the air.

"Run! Both of you! I won't be far behind you!" she ordered.

Jane only looked back twice to check Draco was behind her. The second time she noticed that he was missing and stopped where she was as she realized Narcissa would never forgive her if anything happened to her only son. Jane back-tracked and began to search for the fourth year Slytherin. Eventually she found him in the woods and they both listened as suddenly everything went quiet until the sky turned green and the dark mark shone in the sky and Draco backed into Jane.

"We have to get back to the tent and find your mother!" shouted Jane.

This time Draco was in-front of her but there wasn't much in it as she was almost treading on his heels. Narcissa and Draco both ran into the tent at the same time and Jane couldn't help but take a last look at the dark mark she had seen only twenty four hours before hand on Lucius' arm. Jane, Narcissa and Draco continued to wait for Lucius, who arrived later. Narcissa hugged her husband as soon as he entered the tent before she looked likely to hit him.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"I ran into a few people, work mostly...and what a carry on tonight! Dear me I thought that there was high security," replied Lucius.

Jane had no reason to question him and neither did his family, that was until she saw Marcus at a near-by port key and saw that he was badly beaten around his face. He had a bloody nose and cuts on his cheeks, along with two black eyes. She went over to him but he looked away from her. It was then she started to get concerned as she felt Lucius' eyes upon her but as soon as she turned to him, he looked away but a moment to late and she saw him and turned back to the battered young man.

"Marcus, what happened?" she asked.

"Ask the man you call Mr. Malfoy!" replied Marcus.

Jane looked shocked and uncomfortable.

"Marcus I swear to you..." she began.

"Jane I don't care. Point made, you'll never see me again," he said.

He went home and Jane turned from him and glared at Lucius as they made their way home but kept her silence knowing he didn't want Narcissa to know. It wasn't long before he paid her a visit and found himself with a very annoyed young woman.

"How could you?" she asked.

"He wasn't taking..." began Lucius.

"Mr. Malfoy, I am more than capable of handling someone like Marcus. Just because I didn't love him, doesn't mean I wanted him harmed. I can't believe you did that to him," she said.

"Jane, you are part of this family. My family. While you are under my care, I shall decide how to deal with those who harass you. Granted, I might have been a little... rough, but I got the point across.I don't want to hear anymore about it, and not a word to Narcissa. Do you understand me?" asked Lucius.

Jane had no choice but to keep her silence. However it didn't stop her writing to Marcus to apologize for what happened to him and to ask if there was anyway in which she could make it up to him. She expected to be ignored but Marcus used her letter to his advantage and wrote:

Jane,

You owe me a date. Ireland winning the world cup or not.

Let me know when your first Hogsmade weekend is and I'll meet you in The Three Broomsticks.

Marcus.