All I'm gonna say is birdie is not all birdie seems

I don't mean to! In the book, it was never stated what colour Merope's hair was, just that it was dull and limp. I always imagined she was a little red head in her childhood, just repressed by her father and brother when she got older. and like i said before, birdie is not all birdie seems.

That night, four children crept down the stairs, only to find a certain toad on an armchair.
‘Trevor! Go shoo, you shouldn’t be here!’ said Ron.
‘Neither should you.’
Neville stood up from behind the armchair, looking at their guilty faces.
‘You’re sneaking out again, aren’t you?’ There was no question in it, it was a clear statement.
‘No Neville, listen…’ began Harry.
‘No! I won’t let you! You’ll get Gryffindor into trouble again!’ said Neville. ‘I-I’ll fight you!’
‘Neville, I am really sorry.’ Said Hermione. ‘Petificus Totalus!’
As she pointed her wand at Neville, he instantly froze and fell to the ground.
‘What the bloody hell did you do to him?’ Harry asked.
‘The full body bind.’ Secret replied, looking at the frozen boy.
‘You’re scary. Brilliant, but scary.’ Said Ron.
‘Come on.’ Said Harry.

After a small incident involving Secret being unable to restrain herself and kick Mrs Norris down the stairs, the reached the door. The trio pilled the cloak off and Secret lifted her charm, the pushed the door open, bracing themselves, but something else met them, what sounded like…
‘Snoring?’
Secret looked round and spotted a harp.
‘Snape’s already been here. He’s put a spell on the harp.’
Secret looked oddly at it.
‘Ugh, it’s got horrible breath.’ commented Ron.
‘We have to move it’s paw.’
‘What!’ Secret exclaimed quietly.
‘Come on!’
The placed their hands on the soft fur and pushed, revealing the trap door. Lifting it up, Secret scowling as the animals foul breath hit her square in the face, they looked into the darkness.
‘I’ll go first; don’t follow me until I give a signal. If something bad happens, get yourselves out!’ said Harry.
‘You think I’m just going to let you jump down on your own?’ scoffed Secret. ‘No way! I’m coming with you!’
There was a silence… silence?!
‘Guys…’ gulped Secret.
‘The harp.’ Said Hermione. ‘It’s stopped playing.’
They all looked up and saw the dog.
‘JUMP!’ yelled Harry.
They all threw themselves down the hole and landed on some soft plant thing with a THUMP!
‘Lucky this plant stuff’s here.’ Said Ron.
‘What is it anyway?’ asked Secret. ‘I’d be able to recognize it if it was lighter.’
‘How so?’ asked Ron.
‘I’m a potionier. We can recognize them just as easily alive as we can dead.’
Suddenly, the plant stuff stared to move, binding the four children.
‘Oh no!’ cried Secret, recognizing what it was.
‘Stop moving! This is Devil’s Snare! You have to relax! If you don’t it will only kill you faster!’ said Hermione.
‘Reassuring Hermione!’ Secret snarled, trying to fight the stuff. ‘Now they’ll defiantly relax!’
Hermione gave them all looks, before suddenly sinking through the ground.
‘HERMIONE!’ they yelled.
‘Now what are we gonna do!’ cried Ron.
‘I don’t know!’ said Secret, squirming.
‘Just relax!’ Hermione’s voice suddenly called.
‘Hermione where are you!’ asked Harry.
‘Trust me!’
Secret shut her eyes, and forced herself to relax. Instantly, she felt her sink through the plant.
‘Secret!” the boys yelled followed as she landed on the stone floor.
‘Are you okay?’ asked Hermione, running over.
‘I’m fine!’ she insisted, getting up.
Not a moment too soon, as Harry landed on the floor beside them.
Helping him to his fete, they looked up at Ron’s muffled yells.
‘He’s not relaxing is he?’ cried Hermione.
‘Apparently not!’ replied Harry.
Secret racked her brains, and them it hit her.
Devil’s snare, it’s deadly fun, but sulks in the sun!
Secret pointed a finger at the plant and a burst of brilliant sunlight hit the plant. It seemed to scream and dropped Ron on the floor beside them.
‘Ron, you okay?” asked Harry.
‘Yeah. Lucky we didn’t panic!’
We all looked at him.
‘Lucky Secret pays attention in Herbology.’ Sniffled Hermione.

After battling through winged keys and giant chess game, Secret felt Harry grasp her hand, as together they walked down the stone stairs and to the final room.
But when they got there, there was no Snape.
‘You!’ exclaimed Harry.
Quirrell turned round.
‘No, it can’t be!’ said Harry. ‘Snape! He was the one who…’
‘Ah yes, he does seem like they type doesn’t he?’ asked Quirrell calmly. He had lost his stutter. ‘Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor s-s-stuttering P-P-Professor Quirrell?’
‘Sorry Secret.’ Mumbled Harry.
‘It’s okay.’ She replied under her breath.
‘But that day, during the Quidditch match…’ Secret was intrigued now. She had missed that match due to Peeves dropping a vase on her head and knocking her out. ‘Snape tired to kill me!’
‘No dear boy, I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape’s cloak hadn’t caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.’
‘Snape was trying to save me?’
‘I knew you were a danger to me, especially after Halloween…’
‘Then you let the troll in!’ Secret exclaimed.
Quirrell looked slightly surprised, as if he had only just noticed she was here. His face softened; it was like he was looking at his long-lost little sister.
‘Very good my sweet girl, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn’t fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeons, he went to the third floor corridor to head me off! He, of course, never trusted me again. Never left me alone. He doesn’t understand. I am never alone. Never…’
Harry seemed in pain, his hand against his scar and Secret seemed uncomfortably drawn to the back of Quirrell’s turban.
‘Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire, I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?’
‘Use the boy.’ A low hissing filled the room and Secret gripped Harry’s hand even tighter.
‘Come here Potter!’ Quirrell yelled. ‘Now!’
Secret followed Harry, both their hands clammy and sweaty.
‘Not you Secret. Just Potter.’ Quirrell’s voice was suddenly soft again. Secret didn’t let go though. They stood in front of the mirror.
‘Well, what do you see?’
Harry squinted in the mirror with Secret.
They were still there, both pale and scared. But then they smiled. Harry pulled a blood-red stone out his pocket. He smiled and placed it back in, and Secret felt the chunky object press against her leg. Secret in the mirror smiled and waved, and pointed up. Above her, Secret heard the cawing of a crow, before a wing gently cuffed her head and she heard the flapping fade.
‘What is it, what do you see?’ Secret jumped; she had forgotten Quirrell was there.
‘I’m shaking hands with Dumbledore, I’ve won the house cup.’ Said Harry.
‘He lies.’ The strange hissing filled the room again.
‘Tell the truth!’ Quirrell yelled. ‘What do you see!’
Secret moved closer to Harry, who threaded an arm round her waist, holding her close to him protectively.
‘Let me speak to them.’
‘Master you are not strong enough!’
Secret and Harry began to back away.
'I have strength for this.’ Quirrell began to unwrap his turban. ‘I want to see her.’
They were on the stairs now. Quirrell removed it and Secret had to supress a small scream.
‘Harry Potter. We meet again.’ He said.
His eyes rested on Secret.
‘My baby sister. It is good to see you at last.’
‘Voldemort!’ gasped Harry.
‘Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!’
That was it. Secret and Harry made a run for it.
‘Stop them!’
There was a click and flames sprung up. Harry stopped, but Secret didn’t brake in time and ran straight into the fire. She winced, expecting to feel searing pain, but nothing. She led her hands up in front of her face, expecting to see flames licking at her palms and fingers, but there was nothing.
‘The power, the power of the two bloodlines. Impervious to flames.’
Secret looked at Harry, who’s mouth was open. She walked back over and looked him in the eye.
‘I don’t want this.’ She whispered.
He hugged her, and they both looked at him.
‘Don’t be a fool. Why suffer the horrific death, when you can join me? And live?’
‘Never!’ yelled Harry, his arms tightening round me.
‘Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return.’
‘Harry, you can’t bring back the dead.’ Secret whimpered, scared of what he might do.
Harry didn’t seem to hear as he pulled the stone out his pocket.
‘That’s it Harry. There is no good and evil. Just power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we will do great things. Just give me the stone!’
‘You liar!’ yelled Harry.
‘Kill him!’ Voldemort screeched.
Quirrell seemed to fly forward, and push Secret out the way, so she fell back and hit her head.
‘You idiot!’ she heard Voldemort snarl.
There was screams, and yells and cries. Her vision was blurry; she had no idea what was going on.
‘Harry! Secret!’
‘Oh my goodness!’
‘Secret!’
Familiar arms scooped her up, hugging her tightly.
‘Secret!’
‘Daddy…’
It was all too much. She blacked out.

‘My little angel.’ Someone was stroking my hair. I opened my eyes to see my brother, fully formed. I gave a yelp and he placed a white hand over my mouth. I looked round. I was in the hospital wing. I tried to wiggle out but my brother tapped me on the head with his wand. I suddenly felt as weak and helpless as a newborn baby.
My brother smirked as he felt my body go limp and picked me up, arranging me so I was nestled securely in his arms.
‘Come. We shall rule the world.’ He said, spinning round and vanishing.
I felt the air rush round me and I unintentionally clung tighter to him. He gave a chuckle.
‘No one shall ever take you away from me again.’
‘What about my daddy?’ I asked.
‘Shh, shh, you don’t need him!’ soothed my brother. ‘I’m here for you.’
‘Secret...’ the voice sounded so far away, so lost. I fought to find it, but my brother just held me tighter.
‘Secret…’
‘Daddy!’ I called.
‘Secret…’
‘Daddy!’
She opened her eyes. She was in the hospital wing. Snape was by her bedside, head in arms, whimpering her name.
‘Daddy?’
‘Secret!’
He looked up and engulfed her in a hug.
‘Oh thank heavens! I thought you were never going to wake up!’
She felt wings brush her head as a bird landed on her bed. Andy, the crow, hopped around on the spot, cawing happily at her awakening.
‘He was the one to come and fetch me. And he hasn’t left your side since you were brought here.’ Said Snape.
‘How long have I been out?’
‘Three days.’
‘Won’t he have got hungry?’
‘I think he may have snacked on some of your sweets.’
He gestured to what looked like half of Honeydukes.
‘Merlin’s beard.’ Gaped Secret.
‘Tokens from your admirers.’ She looked to see a smiling Dumbledore.
‘What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows.’ He replied in response to her quizzical look. ‘I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat.’
Secret gave a small laugh and Snape a small scowl.
‘No doubt they thought it would amuse you. However, Madam Pomfrey felt it might not be hygienic and confiscated it.’
Snape was looking through her gifts and pulled a small black box out.
‘Here, Someone left this.’
She opened it, to find a beautiful golden locket. On one side was the iconic logo for her favorite band, on the other side, the chorus from on of her favorite songs by them.
‘Did you see who left it?’ she asked.
Snape shook his head. ‘I left one night, and when I arrived the next morning, it was there.’
Secret looked at it, before placing it round her neck and grinning

***
That night, Secret heard a noise. She slowly opened an eye, not wanting to give away the fact she was awake; her grey eyes had an annoying habit of shining in the dark.
A bird flew in and landed on the floor. Judging by its bright blue eyes, it was Andy, the crow.
Before her eyes, the crow grew and stood up straight. The man turned, brushing his long black hair out his face, his bright blue eyes glimmering in the dark.
Her breath caught in her throat as he came over and sat in the chair that Snape had vacated that evening. He reached out and his long slender fingers closed on her locket, gently rubbing it with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, smiling at her “sleeping” figure.
He started to softly sing a song, one who’s chorus was engraved on her locket. As daylight crept through the windows, and shuffling was heard by Madam Pomfrey’s office, he gently gave her one last kiss on her head and back away, before changing into the crow.
She started to move as she heard Madam Pomfrey start to bustle round, and opened her eyes. Cawing, the crow hopped onto her bad and Secret smiled at him.
'Hiya Andy.' she said.