IMPORTANT: Could you guys read the note at the bottom? I know a lot of people skip those and this one is VERY important! Please? I need you to comment and give me your opinion as well. It's my story and I want to write it my way, this is my idea of what could have happened. This is my twist, but I still want my readers opinion.

"Now, do you know how to use a patronus charm?" We had just arrived and I was staring at the prison in front of me. I shook my head.

"No idea sir!"

"I want you to imagine the happiest moment in your life." When Harry asked me out. "Concentrate, very hard, and say: Expecto Patronum!" I nodded my head, pulling out my wand. Closing my eyes and focusing on that one memory, I said the words. A silver light shot from my wand.

"Good, good start. I want you to try again, perhaps a stronger memory if you have one?" I nodded, blushing deeply. "Good. Now try again.

"Expecto Patronum!" This time, a silver doe flew from my wand, swirling around me and causing me to smile. Dumbledore watched it, a twinkle in his eye. He turned to me with a small smile and a warm, knowing look once it had faded away.

"That, my dear. Was Lilly Potter's patronus. James', was a stag, and her patronus matched his. They were always connected in this way. Now, are you ready to see your father?"

The excitement and nervousness took over again, causing me to loose all speech functions. I just nodded my head, looking back to the prison. He chuckled and led me into the building. When we reached the front desk, a snooty witch looked up, and she acted as if she wanted to say something smart until she saw Professor.

"Oh hello Sir! Another visit?" She smiled brightly, but you could tell it was fake. It had taken all my will power not to roll my eyes and scoff at the woman in front of me. Her blouse was entirely to low and looked like it would squeeze the life out of her if it was any tighter. Professor Dumbledore chuckled and nodded his head, ignoring her obvious attempts at flirting. Yeesh, adults should not flirt!

"Yes, but not only I am here this time. I have special permission from the minister to bring her here. May we go on through?" The witch nodded her head and motioned to a door behind her. As we walked through the door, my nerves sky rocketed. And then I got cold. And my scream when the snake bit me filled my ears.

"Now Ms. Black!" Upon hearing his words, I raised my wand shakily, pointing it straight ahead of me.

"Expecto Patronum!" The doe flew from my wand, and warmth filled the hall once again. There was a clapping in front of me, and there stood a man, with the same features as me. The same hair color. He was extremely thin an his teeth were horrible, but his smile grew more as he drank me in. There was an auror behind him. But I payed him no mind. This must be my father.

"Hello sweetheart!" He gave me a warm smile, his eyes full of emotion I know I would have been drained of if I lived here. I smiled back, and ran at him, giving him a tight squeeze. He hugged me back, gently. I didn't miss how he hugged me, he clearly avoided my arms and ribs.

"Daddy!" I squealed, unable to say anything else. I felt the tears pouring down my face, and I could hear him crying as well.

"May I suggest we leave them alone? I can assure you, Mr. Black would never dream of hurting her, and he is fully capable of taking care of herself. Isn't that right Gracelyn?" I pulled away from my father to smile at my headmaster and the uneasy auror.

"Yes sir. I'm very good at defense against the dark arts!" I grinned, sending my professor a wink. He chuckled, turning to the auror for permission. He reluctantly nodded, with a wave of his wand, a door appeared to my right. Dad and I were allowed in the room, the door closing behind us.

"Are you okay? Did the dementor hurt you? How are your bites?" He rambled, turning to look at me with frenzied eyes. I giggled a bit, making him stare at me in confusion.

"You sound like Harry!" I giggled, taking a seat on the couch that occupied the room. I patted the seat beside me. And he took it with out hesitation. "I'm fine Dad, honestly. My bites are getting better, Harry and Nat won't let me do anything that risks hurting me farther. Ron and Mione just agree with them, but don't argue with me as much. I had to beg to go to Lockhart's dueling club!" I giggled, leaning my head against my Dad's shoulders. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me.

"I'm glad your being taken care of. So, I hear you and Harry are together now?" He teased, smiling at me. I poked my tongue out and crossed my arms. He laughed, a completely happy sound, no sadness what so ever could be detected. "Professor Dumbledore owled me when he told me you'd be coming tonight!"

"No fair! He was walking away when Harry asked!" I pouted, dropping my arms to my sides. "How'd he even know?"

"Well I'd say it was obvious when he saw Harry kiss you love!" Dad chuckled, tightening his grip on my shoulders. I looked up at him in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't be mad. This only made him laugh harder as he smiled down at me. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. Better him than some prat!"

"He's a good person Dad. I'm glad we're together! And I've already decided. No snogging. Maybe a kiss now and then, but no full on snoggs! I promise! I'm nobody's slag, even though I know Harry would never treat me like that!" I was surprised at how confident my voice was, but pleased with it at the same time. I know Harry would never take advantage of me. Ever.

"I know he wouldn't sweetheart. I trust you both, though I'm glad you told me! How are things at school? Snape giving you a hard time?" He said, turning to face me with a smile. This is how my life should have been from the start. I hate Pettigrew! I hate him!

"No. Though I haven't been in many classes. He actually stood up for me Dad! Mione says he really drilled Crabbe and Goyle about the snake thing. He even called me Lilly! Speaking of which, he did that again today! It was weird!"

"What happened?" He raised an eye brow, looking at me expectantly.

"Well, after Harry and I got together, we decided to go to Lockhart's dueling club. He insisted on being my partner so that he knew I wouldn't get hurt!" Dad's smile grew wide as he listened to this part. "Anyway, once we got there, neither of us wanted to hex the other. While we were arguing, Snape called Harry onstage to duel Malfoy. Git. I can't stand him! Back to what happened. I started to go after him because I knew Draco would play dirty, but Ron and Nat grabbed me. It took both them and Mione to hold me back completely. Though Mione talked more than helped. I was right, Harry started winning, sent Draco flying. Then the ugly twit used the same spell they had used, set a snake on Harry. I froze. I couldn't move or talk. I could hardly breath. Harry started talking to it. He's a parselmouth and didn't know it! And thanks to my snake bite, so am I. I could understand what he was saying. Anyway, Harry came down from the stage once the snake was gone and Ron let go. But my knees buckled and I fell.

Snape came running. His eyes were glazed over and he picked me up in his arms. He called me Lilly and asked me if I was hurt. I told him I was okay and I asked if everyone else was, but I said professor. The minute he heard that, it was like he snapped out of a trance. Dropped me into Harry's arms and walked away, mumbling about how I was more and more like her everyday!"

Dad had sat in silence, listening to my story. He smiled at me once I'd finished. "I'm glad your like Lilly. She was a great woman. But you said your a parselmouth? How? How does the bite effect that?"

"Well, Hermione has a theory that we all agree with. But we're not one hundred percent. It was a snake conjured of magic, therefore, it's venom was magic. Apparently, the venom spread quickly. And I had lost a lot of blood. They got as much venom as they could out, but there is still some running through my bloodstream. Hermione suggests that the magic of the venom caused me to be able to talk to snakes. It's hard to explain the same way she did, but that's what I got from it!" I shrugged, smiling at my dad. He nodded at me with a smile.

"I'm just glad your okay!" He pulled me into another hug, trapping me in his arms.

"What about you? This place is horrible! A dementor attacked me! Though you saw that, that's ridiculous!" I hissed, pulling back as far as I could to see his face. A look of sadness flashed in his eyes but disappeared when they met mine.

"I'm okay. A lot better than most prisoners. I think it's your letters, the fact that your safe, and that I'm innocent that keep me sane!" He said, continuing his smile. I returned it, though I'm positive mine was a lot sadder. "So, sleeping on the couches with Harry eh?"

"Ugh!" I groaned, glaring at my dad in mock annoyance. "I thought we already talked about this?"

"We did! But I find it funny! And your blushing! That makes it better!" He smirked, ruffling my hair. I scowled at him while I fixed it. I hate it when people do that!

"Nothing happened! He fell asleep, it happened in his sleep, it meant nothing!"

"Oh really? You know, while I was at Hogwarts, I found that the only time you get the truth, is when people are sleeping. They're subconsciously telling the truth. You can't lie in your sleep Gracie!" I scowled, remembering the tent and how I thought something very similar to those words.

"Okay okay. I guess your right! But Harry makes me happy. What makes the relationship better, is that he's my best friend! So, he knows my flaws and I know his. There are no secrets. Except where I'm at right now. I'll probably tell him I was in Dumbledore's office the whole time. He's probably waiting up in the common room!" I sighed, imagining Harry sitting by himself in a chair by the fire.

"Gracie, can I tell you something?" I nodded slowly, nervous as to what he's about to tell me.

"I'm Harry's godfather! If I ever am proven innocent, and I can get out of here, I'm filing for custody of Harry. If you ever need a place to go, the house is probably a mess, but I have one. Number 12, Grimmauld Place! We could all live there if I get out of here!"

"Dad that'd be wonderful. But how do we do that? And if you don't mind, I'll probably go to the house this Christmas. I, I want to see it. I want to go alone. Is there any way I could?" I whispered, looking at my shoes.

"Yes. Tell Dumbledore! I have a house elf! He can make you food. Tell him your full name. Gracelyn Paige Black. He'll know and obey you! You have a room at the house. I'm afraid you may need Kreacher, the elf's, help. It still has a crib in there. The house in invisible to muggle eye, and I'm the secret keeper right now. No one can get in unless I tell them the address. I never care if you go there. On to proving me innocent, it's simple. We find Peter!"

I nodded, taking in every word. Then it hit me. "Dad?"

"Hm?"

"Peter was a rat in animagus form, correct?" He nodded. "He escaped twelve years ago, by faking his death and cutting off his finger, correct?" He nodded again. "What would you say if I told you, twelve years ago, Percy Weasley found a rat missing a toe? One that they all think is a common garden rat. Curious right? Bit long for a garden rat to live, isn't it?"

He nodded, looking grim all of a sudden. "Get the rat, take him to Dumbledore. Tell him your suspicions. Please! I'm begging you Gracie! If that is Peter, I could get out of here! We could be a family and Harry could leave the Dursley's forever!" He begged, looking me in the eye. I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.

"Of course I'll do it! If we're lucky, you'll be out of here by Christmas! Now, I take it he knows I'm your daughter?" He nodded. "No wonder he bites me all the time! Anyway, Ron has him right now at Hogwarts. I could ask to borrow him, tell him I want to practice the transfiguration I missed while in the hospital wing. I really run him to Dumbledore. I'll explain to him on our way out of here. He can catch Peter and we'll stop him!" I felt my eyes flash the same way they do when I'm angry, but I knew instead of the deadly look, they took on one of mischief. There was no stopping me. No one is getting in the way of my family!

"Good! Uhm Gracie, if, if you don't want to live with me, that's fine! I completely understand!" He hung his head, dropping his eyes to the floor.

"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I Dad?" I was truly confused. Why wouldn't I want to live with the only family I have?

"Well I know you love the Weasley's! And they all love you! I just figured, you'd want to stay with them?" He looked at me, hope gleaming in his eyes. I smiled and drew him in for another hug. He chuckled, but hugged me back. "A hugger huh? Good! I'm in good need of a hug from a loved one!" I smiled in response.

"Yes. I'll miss the Weasley's. but there is no reason that I wouldn't want to live with you. Ginny's always wanted her own room! And I'll still see them all the time! I'm sure we could visit each other on Holliday, right?" He nodded quickly, smiling at me. There was a knock at the door before Dumbledore and the auror walked in.

"Times up Black!" Dad nodded at the auror. He even smiled a bit, catching the man off guard. I'm sure there's not many smiles around here. Dad hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

"I love you Daddy!" The tears poured as I looked up at him. We'd be together soon, I won't let Peter get away.

"As I love you sweetheart. See you soon?" I nodded. He hugged me one last time before Dumbledore and I turned to leave.

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"Ron!" I burst through the portrait hole, panting and out of breath. I just ran here from Professor Dumbledore's office. He knew my suspicions and agreed hole heartedly. Ron was on the couch by Harry, holding Scabbers/Peter in his hands.

"Gracie? Are you okay? What happened?" He jumped off the couch, looking concerned, Harry soon followed and Ginny, Nat and Mione came running down the stairs.

"I'm fine. I was speaking of making up some if the class assignments but we got carried away and just started talking. We have one left, but I had to hurt before it gets to late. He doesn't want me up all night. Anyway, I was wondering if I could borrow Scabbers, it's a transfiguration exercise and I can't use Brownie because she's delivering a letter. Please?" I watched as all their faces relaxed.

"Sure! Here you go!" He handed me a squirming Scabbers. I squeezed him harder than necessary to keep him under control. But there's no way I'm letting him get away.

"Thanks Ron!" I took off out the portrait hole, running. Once I got to the stairs to Dumbledore's office, I started talking to the rat. You have no wand, you can't apparate out of Hogwarts, and I know what you did. As does Dumbledore. Your screwed Peter!" I laughed evilly as his beady little eyes widened. I placed my wand on his back when he started squirming. "Petrificus Totalas!" The rat stopped moving.

"Ah there you are! Come in!" Dumbledore was waiting in the door of his office. I nodded walking in behind him. Inside, was the minister and a lot of aurors. Dad was sitting in the corner, chained to a chair. I held up the rat, placing him on Dumbledore's desk.

"He started squirming and tried to get away so I used the full body bind curse," I mumbled sheepishly. Dad laughed behind me, Dumbledore smiled, and the ministry people nodded. The chained him to a chair and we all stood completely still, even I had my wand drawn. Dumbledore said a spell and we all watched as Scabbers the rat, turned into Peter Pettigrew.

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While I still want to follow the original story line, with the tournament and horcruxes and the order and all that stuff, there's a lot of things I'd like to change and put a twist on. As an author, my job is to make sure my readers are happy. How do you feel about this? As I said, the main story will still be there, but this is a fan fic, meaning its bound to be a bit different. What do you think? Please let me know soon!

Love,

Piper