The next day, Secret was called back into McGonagall’s office.
‘Ms Snape… I’m sure you are wondering as to why I have summoned you.’ She said crisply.
‘It’s crossed my mind, yes.’ Secret replied.
‘Well, as you are aware, your father has broken out of prison. As a supporter of your brother, he will soon be searching for you, to take you. So, therefore, I am assigning someone to watch over you.’ McGonagall peered at the small girl over her glasses.
Secret was annoyed. ‘Professor, no offense meant, but I think I can take care of myself. I have done now on various occasions.’
‘And on those occasions, was a mass-murder out after you, who is also your father?’
‘Well… no, but…’
‘Then we shall end that conversation there.’ She paused, as there was a knocking on the door. ‘Enter!’
She groaned under her breath.
‘Ms Snape, please turn around.’
She turned her head, and inwardly cursed. Standing there was Percy.

‘So Secret, what is your first lesson?’ Secret glanced at her timetable, and then back at the older boy.
‘Divination.’
Percy nodded and took her up the stairs, across the corridors and towards the North Tower, before leading her up a spiral staircase.
‘Here. I shall arrive after to collect you.’ He said quietly, before taking off.
Swearing under her breath, she ascended the silvery ladder, and popped her head into the room, immediately being hit by the wave of perfume and incense that met her.
‘Welcome my child. I saw that you would return, and I was not wrong, like always.’
Secret raised her eyebrows and went to sit on an armchair, watching as the rest of the class joined them, and Ron, Hermione and Harry joined her.
‘Welcome to Divination.’ Said Professor Trelawney, as she settled herself in an armchair. ‘My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye.’
Secret merely snorted.
‘So, you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warm you…’
Secret lost thread of the words as she felt herself become very sleepy, most likely due to the stupid perfume and such, only to be woken as Neville dropped a cup.
‘Oh right, tea.’ She mumbled, moving to fetch a cup.
Bringing it back, she drank the tea quickly, and switched round with Hermione.
‘Right!’ she said, opening her book. ‘Let’s see what we have…’
‘A load of soggy tea leaves.’ Secret replied sarcastically. ‘I don’t need a book to know that.’
‘Secret!’ Hermione scolded crossly. ‘Right, you have a cross, so you are going to suffer… but I also see the sun… so you’re going to be happy…’
‘I think your Inner Eye test is overdue, my dear.’ Secret responded. ‘I see a sun as well, and I see a… what the heck even is that?’
‘Let me see that, my dear.’ Both spun to see Trelawney had snatched Harry’s cup off Ron. She was rotating, a look of horror on her face.
‘The falcon...my dear, you have a deadly enemy.’
‘But everyone knows that.’ Whispered Hermione.
‘Obviously she doesn’t.’ Secret muttered.
Professor Trelawney stared at the two.
‘Well, they do.’ said Hermione. ‘Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.’
Secret was impressed. She had never seen this side of Hermione.
Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her eyes to Harry’s cup again and continued to turn it.
‘The club...an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup...’
‘I thought that was a bowler hat,” said Ron sheepishly. Secret gave a snort of laughter.
‘The skull...danger in your path, my dear...’
 Everyone was staring at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed.
There was another tinkle of breaking china; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
’My dear boy… my poor dear boy… no… it is kinder not to say… no… don’t ask me...’
‘Well now we all want to know.’ Secret replied impatiently.
‘What is it, Professor?’ said Dean Thomas.
Everyone had got to his or her feet, and slowly they crowded around Harry and Ron’s table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney’s chair to get a good look at Harry’s cup.
‘My dear,’ Professor Trelawney’s huge eyes opened dramatically, ‘you have the Grim.’
‘The what?’ said Harry.
Secret was taken aback slightly, but she wasn’t that shocked – that thing was a myth.
‘The Grim, my dear, the Grim!’ cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn’t understood. ‘The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen — the worst omen — of death!’
Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney’s chair.
‘I don’t think it looks like a Grim.’ she said flatly.
Secret peered at it. ‘Looks like a hippo to me.’
Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike, ignoring Secret. ‘You’ll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future.’
‘Ooo, ice for that burn ‘mione?’ Secret asked.
Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side. ‘It looks like a Grim if you do this,’ he said, with his eyes almost shut, ‘but it looks more like a donkey from here.’ he said, leaning to the left.
‘When you’ve all finished deciding whether I’m going to die or not!’ said Harry impatiently.
‘I think we will leave the lesson here for today,’ said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. ‘Yes...please pack away your things...’
Secret stuffed her things in her back and was one of the first to leave the classroom, snorting. Descending the ladder, she leant against the wall, waiting for Percy.
Soon, the red haired male appeared and saw her.
‘So, what next?’ he asked.
‘I got a free…’ she muttered.
‘I best take you back to the common room.’
He lead her back, and then turned, mumbling as he walked away. Secret watched as he walked off, sighing.
‘He really isn’t very discreet.’ She looked to the fat lady, who was looking very amused. ‘Its obvious he feels something for you.’
‘Indeed. I’m going for a walk. If he comes looking for me, tell him I nipped to the bathroom.’
She walked off, lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she stopped, hearing something.
‘B-But what if Perc see’s?’
‘He won’t, he’s busy looking after Secret… oh Penelope.’
‘Oliver…’ Secret’s heart stopped. She edged cautiously towards the door, and peeked in.
To her horror, she saw Penelope and Oliver, kissing in the deserted classroom. She whipped her head back round, her heart thumping in her chest. She couldn’t fathom it… had she really just seen that?
She backed slowly away, but crashed into a suit of amour. It made a loud clanging noise and she took off, hopefully fast enough to escape before they caught sight of her.
She arrived back at the Lady, who raised an eyebrow questioningly.
‘You look to have just run a race my dear. What happened?’
‘Doesn’t matter. Just, let me, Fortuna Major.’ She muttered.
The portrait door swung open, and she clambered in, walking in and toppling into a chair.
Had she really just seen that? What was Penelope doing? Was she outta her mind?
A sudden tapping on the window retrieved her from her thoughts, and she looked to see a screech owl by the window. Secret looked round to see if anyone had recognized it as their own, before getting up and walking over. She opened the window, and it held its leg out. On it, was a letter addressed to her.
She detached it with fumbling fingers and the owl took off. She moved back to her chair, and slit the envelope open, pulling the letter out.
“Secret,
I’m sorry that I have to do this in this way, but I really cannot think of any easier way to do this. I’m sorry for the heartbreak and hurt I am about to cause you, but I feel that our relationship has fizzled out and reached an end. I struggle to see how we could make this work, with you being at Hogwarts and me out in the world looking for work, but nothing can replace the dull ache in my heart that I have come to associate with the ending of us.
I will always think of you Secret.
Raven.”
Secret just stared at the letter for a moment, as if hoping the ink would move and suddenly read, “Fooled ya!” but it didn’t seem to be.
A few tears slipped down her cheeks, but she fiercely wiped them away. She didn’t want anyone seeing,
‘Secret?’ Drat.
She looked up to see the worried face of Fred and George.
‘Secret, what’s up?’ asked Fred.
She merely handed the letter to Fred, who quickly read it, before handing it over to George.
‘Oh Secret.’ He sighed, going over and sitting next to her, wrapping both arms round her and hugging her tightly. ‘I’m sorry.’
She merely shrugged, not even noticing the tears that continued to cascade down her face.
George folded the letter up, before placing it into her bag and sitting on her other side.
‘C’mon Secret, let’s got prank Percy. That always cheers you up.’ Said Fred.
The reminded Secret of Penelope and Oliver kissing, and she shook her head quickly
‘I think I’ll pass this time.’ She sniffled.
‘Oh god, she really is upset.’ George said, feeling her forehead. ‘Do we need to take you to see Madam Pomfrey?’
Secret shook her head again.
‘Well, if it’s not Percy, lets go prank Snape!’
She dully agreed and allowed herself to be lead from the common room. They went down to the dungeons, and Fred pulled an item from his pocket.
‘Which one is that?’ Secret asked, looking at the fake wand in Fred’s hand.
‘Only turns into a rubber chicken.’ Fred replied.
‘Yeah, we’re not going to use one of the whacking ones on him.’ George added.
Secret peered in. Inside was a bunch of fourth years, and she could see Snape telling off a trio at the front, who were all foreign.
Secret focused on the wand on his desk, and made it lift off the wooden surface. The other one floated in behind Snape and they swapped places. She could see a few had noticed, and one boy gave a snort.
‘What are you laughing at Allistor?’ Snape snapped, spinning round and grabbing his wand to point it at the Scottish lad. ‘These lessons are not for you to laugh at what you find amusi- What in the name of Merlin?’
The wand had given clucked loudly and transformed into a rubber chicken in his hand. The whole class was roaring with laughter. Amongst the confusion, his own wand was quickly replaced on his desk.
‘SILENCE!’ Snape had quickly regained himself and grabbed his own wand. ‘Who did this? If no one owns up, I shall have you all in detention for a month sorting out Flobberworms!’
Secret could see all the class staring round, looking desperately for someone to own up – sorting out the rotten Flobberworms was not a nice task. Sighing, she stepped up, standing there in the doorway, arms folded.
‘Me. I had a free and needed to test something I had made.’ She stated in a tone that suggested boredom.
Snape’s fury faded as he saw Secret, and he sighed.
‘Miss Snape… I shall see you here tonight as 6:30 for detention. Is that clear?’
‘Perfectly Sir.’ She said simply.
The bell went at this point over her head and the class surged out.
‘Frau, zhat vas awesome.’ Said one of trio.
‘That was pretty epic chica.’
‘You ‘ave some guts!’
Secret nodded to the three Slytherin boys.
‘You should hang around vith us sometime!’ The German sounding one threw an arm round her shoulder, grinning at her with crimson eyes.
‘Si! For a Gryffindor, you are awesome!’ said the Spaniard.
‘Ohohon, come vith us petit fleur!’ The French one smiled, throwing his other arm round her shoulders.
‘I don't even know your names.’ Secret smiled.
‘I am zhe awesome Gilbert!’
‘My name is Antonio, chica.’
‘I am zhe beautiful Francis, mon amour.’
‘Nice to meet you. I’m…’
‘SECRET SNAPE!’
All six jumped as a very loud and angry voice came down the corridor. Percy came storming down and grabbed her arm.
‘Why are you not at the common room, safe?’ he yelled.
‘I fancied a walk.’ She said simply. ‘I was with the twins Percy.’
‘That doesn't reassure me! In fact, it makes me worry even more!’ Percy retorted.
‘Hey!’
‘We’re wounded!’
Both twins fell to the floor slowly, clutching their chests in mock imitations of being wounded. Percy shot them death glares as he pulled Secret from the arms of the two Slytherin boys and to his own side.
‘Let the awesome frau go!’
‘Si, she is coming with us!’
‘Zhe petit fleur is going to ‘ave lunch vith us!’
‘I think that is a very bad idea.’ Percy replied, narrowing his eyes. ‘After four years of knowing you three, I think she is probably in even more danger with you guys than with my brother!’
‘It is time for lunch!’
‘The chica will sit with us!’
‘Oui, lunch should be enjoyed! And zhat shall be done vith us!’
It was at this point Antonio snatched Percy’s head boy badge and threw it to Gilbert, who, when Percy rushed to him to get it back, threw it back to Antonio. In the distraction, France grabbed Secret and ran off, carrying her bridal style.
‘Keesees ~ vell done mein awesome friends!’ Gilbert and Antonio caught up, both grinning.
Secret sighed and shook her head, still being held by Francis.
Arriving in the hall, Francis sat her down on a seat, and some of the Slytherin’s gave them looks. Most ignored them however.
‘Percy is going to kill you, y’know.’ Secret chuckled.
‘Si.’
‘But ve don't really care.’
‘Ve are too awesome.’