.:.Living the Life of a Slytherin Princess.:.

Bridget and Draco ascended the stairs to their History of Magic class. Bridget began to crawl into the classroom to avoid being seen, but Draco merely strutted in after her. Dumbfounded and on all fours, she stood up and brushed herself off before following him to their seats. They managed to get in undetected, just like they thought.

Within ten minutes, Bridget counted five Hufflepuffs that had fallen asleep. Listening to their rhythmic breathing made her feel drowsy, but she really needed to pay attention. Severus would surely murder her if her grades began slipping before she'd been in school for a month! Another ten minutes passed, and another seven fell asleep. At this rate, the whole class would be out in another twenty minutes.

'It's a wonder Binns is so dim, how did he not see Draco and me walk in fifteen minutes late? And lots of students have fallen asleep! Even for a ghost, he's off his rocker,' Bridget thought to herself. It was all she could do - Draco had fallen asleep too.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Snape opened the door. Bridget's mind began to race; what had happened? He wouldn't interrupt her during a class uness it was serious.

"Professor Binns, I need Bridget MacNair for an urgent matter. She won't be returning," Snape said. Draco's head popped up and he gave Bridget a worried look. She returned it, and he squeezed her hand before she got up to follow her godfather out of the classroom.

"What is it? What's going on?" she asked him the second the door closed behind them.

"Just follow me, Bridget, you'll know soon enough," he said, and she obeyed. Bridget followed him all the way down into his dungeon office.

"Sit," he said. Bridget took a seat on one of the plushy black chairs facing Snape's desk.

"Bridget, we've just been informed that last night, the Ministry carried out raids on the homes of believed Death Eaters. Eight were arrested."

Her heart sank - she knew what was coming, but she asked the question anyway.

"Who?" she asked in a strained whisper.

"Elizabeth and William Parkinson, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Cecilia and Antonin Dolohov, and Matilda and Walden MacNair," he said, reaching out for her hand after he said the names of Sarah's parents, the Dolohovs. He held it tight as he said the names of her own parents.

"Well. What do I do?" she asked, trying not to let what she was feeling right now show.

"Narcissa Malfoy sent an owl a moment ago saying that she would be honored to have you and Sarah stay at their manor if you feel the need to leave school, which is expected. If not, then I expect you'd just carry on as if nothing had happened. Sure, you'll be subjected to the judgment of your peers, now they'll know for certain that your parents are Death Eaters," he said.

"I don't know. Have you told Sarah yet?"

"Yes, just before you. She's in your dormitory, I think. She hasn't made a decision either, perhaps the two of you can figure something out together. Listen, Bridget, I know I'm your professor, but I am, first and foremost, your godfather. Your parents entrusted me with your safety in the event that anything should happen to them and I'm sure that the only thing keeping them sane right now is the knowledge that you are here with me. I'm here if you ever want to talk about this, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Severus. I think I'll go discuss our options with Sarah." As Bridget stood up, so did Snape. He walked around his desk and hugged Bridget tightly.

"Remember what I said, okay? I'm always here."

"I know, Severus. You're the best," and, with that, Snape broke the hug and tapped his goddaughter on the shoulder as she walked out of his study.

It was then that Bridget began to cry.