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ESMERELDA STILL COULDN'T TALK THE next day, but that was to be expected. A slit throat couldn't heal over night after all, but with the aid of magical healing potions and salves, plus the usage of nectar and ambrosia, her throat was expected to heal in a few weeks according to Madam Pomfrey.

But for now, Esmerelda had to settle with waiting.

The morning before she, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were to be discharged from the hospital wing (well, Madam Pomfrey insisted on having Esmerelda stay longer actually) they were having a deep discussion about Esmerelda's... parentage.

"So Sirius Black is actually your uncle and he took you in because your dad—who was a Death Eater—didn't want you to face any prejudice because of him," Hermione surmised.

Esmerelda nodded. Don't tell anyone please? My dad wished for it to be a secret, and Sirius and I want to keep it that way.

The three of them nodded.

"It was surprisingly nice of that Regulus bloke to keep you hidden even if he was a Death Eater," Ron said through a mouthful of chocolate.

"Ron," Hermione hissed. "Tact! Use it!"

Harry looked really sheepish. "For a while, I actually thought you were Voldemort's daughter." He admitted.

"That, or You-Know-Who had a sister," Hermione added with an amused smile.

Harry grumbled under his breath and nudged her with his elbow.

It's fine, really, Esmerelda assured, finger writing the words down in the air. The trio always seemed to be mesmerized to watch her do it. She guessed it was because she was using wandless and non-verbal magic. She'd use her wand, but she was pretty sure she lost it. Can't blame you for thinking that. My life's pretty much a mystery.

"I still can't believe Black's your uncle," Ron said. "You know, that makes us distantly related? I'm pretty sure I had a great uncle or something from my mum's side marry a Black. His name was Ignatius, I think."

"All Purebloods are related, distantly or not," Hermione stated in a matter-of-factly tone. "Harry, your father was a Pureblood, which means you're distantly related to Essie too."

His eyes popped out. "Seriously?"

"Forget about that though," she waved a dismissive hand. She turned to Esmerelda with, wide, curious eyes. "How come Snape knows about you and Sirius—well, what he believes to know?"

First year, Dumbledore and the House Heads found out about my 'dad'. He told them not to tell anyone to save me from any prejudice, but Snape, naturally, had to be an ass, she explained.

"Uh, you spelled 'prejudice' wrong," Ron said helpfully, but Harry nudged him.

"She's dyslexic, Ron," Hermione deadpanned. "Don't worry, Essie, the rest of your words were spelled correctly."

She wasn't really concerned about that, but she nodded in thanks anyways.

"Figures Snape couldn't help himself," Harry said bitterly. "He told Fudge and now Fudge is probably telling everyone about you."

She shrugged. She didn't really care either way. As long as people weren't annoying about it, but then again, she really shouldn't get her hopes up. These were the same people who ostracized Harry because he was Parseltongue—the same people who accused him of being the one petrifying students for being Muggle-born despite his own friend being one.

Her stomach churned uncomfortably at the revelation. Alright. So it turned out that she had a very good reason for being worried.

Gods, I hate Snape, she thought with a passion.

"It'll be out in the papers soon..." Ron said, gulping anxiously. "Everyone'll find out."

"Will you be okay?" Harry asked worriedly. He out of all people knew what it was like to be ostracized by the whole school. However, in both instances the people learned to let it go. Harry didn't see the people forgetting something as big as this though. This was a lot bigger than lost points or bad rumors.

Esmerelda shrugged hopelessly and wrote, I'll manage.

After some breakfast in the hospital wing, the four of them finally parted ways. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to go find Hagrid while Esmerelda picked something up before going to a certain teacher's office.

"Esmerelda," Remus said weakly, looking up from the briefcase he was busy packing. His eyes trailed down to her bandaged neck.

Esmerelda stepped into the room and quietly shut the door. She shook her head at him and wrote, Please don't feel guilty.

"I did it again—tried to kill you again," he said hoarsely. "How can I not feel guilty? Every time someone entrusts your safety in me, I-I screw up and nearly get you killed! By my hand! Look at you! Look at what I've done to you!"

None of this is your fault, she wrote quickly. There's a reason you keep coming after me, and a reason why you 'gave me up' that night.

Remus had to wipe his eyes to read her message clearly. "W-what are you talking about?"

My blood is different, she wrote. I would explain it all to you, but Sirius wanted to be the one. Says he owe you an explanation. I promise we'll tell you everything later.

He blinked in confusion as he read the words floating before him. She wondered if he was confused because of the message itself or if she actually had some spelling errors that butchered the whole thing.

"Your blood is...? What do you mean?" He asked.

She shook her head and changed the subject. You'll know later. I heard you resigned.

His face fell a little and he nodded in confirmation, much to her disappointment. Is it because of the Sirius situation?

"No," he replied. "Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives. I think that was the final straw for Snape so he... well, he 'accidentally' let it slip that I was a werewolf this morning at breakfast. The kids didn't react well and parents are already sending in letters..." He sighed heavily.

She harshly bit the inside of her cheek with annoyance. Snape just seemed to be getting more and more troublesome by the day. She found herself asking, for the millionth time, why on earth that man was a teacher here. Surely Dumbledore was aware of how awful he was to everyone (and especially towards the students)?

I heard that it's hard for werewolves to find jobs, she wrote, getting to the point of why she was there in the first place.

"Yes, that is... unfortunately true," he said quietly.

Take this, she wrote, using her free hand to present him her old pink coin purse her mother gave her all those years ago. She had stopped using it ever since she learned how to use the Mist.

Naturally, Remus was even more confused than ever but took the small, pink, floral coin purse anyways. "Um... thank you?" He tried to push back his bewilderment in order to smile gratefully.

It's enchanted, she explained. It'll give you unlimited money, but it only works for wizarding currency. Just think of what you need, reach in, and the money will appear.

His eyes grew impossibly wide as he read along. "I—wha—are you—are you serious? Th-that can't be..." But as he reached into the purse and pulled out a handful of galleons, he knew it was true. His eyes widened even more. "How did you even get something like this...? Oh, Esmerelda, I can't take this from you!"

She shook her head. Trust me, I don't need it. It was a gift from my mom—

"There's no way I can take this, then!" He protested.

—and I can't stand that woman, she finished writing.

"Oh," he said awkwardly. The teacher part of him felt like he should report this since it was clear she was having some sort of issues at home, but the awkward-Remus part of him felt like he would pry too much if he asked any question. Plus, he was no longer a teacher anyways, unfortunately...

If you need Muggle money, then I suggest you melt some of the gold coins into bars or something. Gold's actually really rare for Muggles so you can sell that and get tons of cash, she added helpfully.

The fact that she was suspiciously good at cheating the money system should've concerned him, but he was more focused on the fact that this was actually happening to him right now. His student, a mere fourteen year old girl, owned probably one of the most amazing piece of magic that had ever been created. And she gave it up. To him of all people despite all the awful things he had done to her.

"I-I—Esmerelda, I don't deserve this," he tried to say, but she shook her head again and raised a hand to stop him.

You need it more than me.

Well, he couldn't argue against that, but still! "I can't just take this from you! You don't understand, this sort of magic is—is—it's spectacular!" And now that he thought about it, probably very illegal or soon to be outlawed should people find out...

She scowled, as if complimenting one of her mother's works was an insult to her.

It's not that great, she wrote with a grumpy expression.

"Er, right," he agreed awkwardly.

Just take it, ok? You need it more than me. I don't use it anymore. She assured.

He still looked uncertain about it, but nodded his head. "Alright... If you insist."

She smiled at him and bid him a See you later! before walking around. She was excused from all classes today so she took the chance to go straight to the Underworld to update her father on the good news.

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"So Pettigrew escaped, Sirius is still a wanted man, Snape told everyone that you were the daughter of a mass murderer, and Remus is a werewolf who cut your throat open and in return you give him unlimited money?" Regulus' voice rose an octave.

At least no one died, she wrote in a pitiful attempt to comfort him.

"How does such chaos happen in less than a day?!" He shrieked.

She shrugged sheepishly. Sorry, she wrote.

"No, you've done nothing wrong, dear," he said hurriedly, his mind going a mile a minute. "I'm just so—so—!"

Angry? She supplied.

"Yes!" He blew up, pacing around the cell. "I should've known that Lupin was a bloody werewolf! He was always out sick during the full moon and Sirius' excuses were terrible—I mean, 'furry little problem' seriously? I should've known. And Merlin, I remember all those days Snape would try to tell everyone about his werewolf theories but no one in the House would listen to him—we all thought he was crazy or something. Hah, I hope he drove himself mad. He had always been bitter and it's no surprise that he's grown to be an even more bitter, sadder, man. Is he still obsessed with Evans?"

She tilted her head in confusion.

"Lily Evans. Redheaded muggle-born girl from his year—she was a Gryffindor. Married James Potter."

Her jaw dropped. Snape had the hots for Harry's mom?!

He snorted. "It was more than that. He was obsessed with her, but that wasn't enough to keep him from joining the Death Eaters, even though she was the very thing they wanted to destroy."

SNAPE IS A DEATH EATER?! She wrote in all caps.

"Yes, he is," he nodded. "Dumbledore should know that, which makes me very curious as to why he is in Hogwarts in the first place. I reckon he's having him spy."

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, she thought. First, she found out that Snape had a weird obsession with Harry's mom (was that why he hated him so much? Because he was proof that she didn't pick him? That was so fucked up and not justifiable at all), and she found out he was actually a gods damn Death Eater.

"But that's not important right now," Regulus said dismissively. "What I want to know is what possessed you to give Remus Lupin unlimited money even after he tried to kill you several times?!"

It's not his fault, she tried to explain.

"He clawed your throat open! It is very much his fault!"

She winced. He was drawn in by my demigod scent. I smelled like food to him, it's only natural he'd come after me.

But he continued to look at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Do you find excuses for everyone who tries to hurt you?" He asked, genuinely worried. "Because that really isn't healthy."

She tried not to grimace as several faces came to mind, but shoved them away. Now wasn't the time.

Remus wasn't in control of himself, she wrote hastily. It really wasn't his fault!

He looked like he really wanted to argue about that and Esmerelda feared that he would continue because he actually looked like the type to win arguments.

"Fine," he relented, and just when she thought it was over: "Now let's get back to Snape. He told Fudge that you were Sirius' daughter?"

She nodded.

He let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's always hated Sirius and his friends but to think he'd take it out on an innocent child..."

She shrugged. Snape hated kids. If it makes you feel better there's probably a nice spot for him in the Fields.

He gave her a flat look. "Why would I want that man anywhere near me?"

Oh. Right.

"I put you under Sirius' care because I thought it'd be good for you," he lamented. "I never thought he'd actually go to prison. Or, well, maybe I should've expected it..." He muttered the last part. "I didn't want anyone to treat you any different because of who your family was, but it looks like it's happening anyways..."

You couldn't have known, she wrote. This is Snape's fault, not yours or Sirius'.

"It's a little bit of Sirius' fault," he refuted. "He should've focused more on you rather than revenge."

She didn't really believe that, but she didn't have anytime to write it out since he started speaking again.

"I shouldn't have asked you to help me," he said, suddenly looking regretful. His grey eyes were locked onto her throat. "You nearly died."

She gave him an uncertain look. No, not really. He only cut about two inches deep and Madam Pomfrey force-fed me a blood replenishing potion in time.

"...How the bloody hell is that supposed to make me feel better?" He deadpanned.

Another shrug. Sorry?

He sighed.

Sirius wants to tell Remus the truth, she wrote.

He looked at her sharply. "You haven't—haven't told anyone about me, have you?" He asked anxiously.

She shook her head. Only Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and soon, Remus, know that you're my dad. But I haven't told them about you in the Underworld. Nobody knows that I've been talking to you.

His shoulders relaxed. "Good, I... I don't want people to know where I've ended up or what happened. It's just too..."

I understand.

"Thank you," he said earnestly.

She smiled back. I know you're worried about Sirius—

He scoffed loudly.

—but I have a plan to help him. Madam Pomfrey is excusing me from classes for the rest of the week so I'm going to use that time to get a house prepared for him.

Regulus blinked at her. "A house?"

She nodded. I'm going to take Sirius to New York and use the Mist to disguise him so he won't have to hide away all the time.

"You—you can really do that for him?"

Another nod. I can.

"I..." He breathed out. "I can't express how grateful I am for everything you've done. For me and my brother."

You're family, she wrote.

After Mist traveling back to Hogwarts, she went to an empty restroom and IM-ed the Stoll brothers.

"What happened to your throat?" One of them asked, eyes wide with confusion.

Got my throat cut open, she answered casually. Can you help steal some furniture for me?

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It took a little over two weeks for Esmerelda's throat to heal. Around that time, a newspaper article from the Daily Prophet had already been circulating about the truth of who her 'father' was.

As expected, she was now the most ostracized student in Hogwarts. The only people who really stayed by her side (excluding the trio) were Cedric, her roommates Hannah, Susan, and Megan, and Justin. Ernie would grow suspiciously busy with reading whenever she sat near him and everyone else was too scared to talk to her.

She tried not to let it get to her because she had more pressing matters to deal with, like the creepy aura of death that seemed to be coming from Harry's scar. She went to Dumbledore about it first since he figured he'd want to know. Dumbledore seemed to be like Harry's guardian of some sort, plus he was a genius so he might be able to help her out.

"...You sense death from him?" He echoed softly.

"From his scar, to be more specific," she corrected, her voice still hoarse and cracked. "It's really worrying, sir. I've only noticed it now because my visits to the Underworld made me more, um, sensitive to things like that, but I think it's gone on longer. I figured I'd tell Harry after this and there's also—"

"—I think, Miss Esmerelda," he interrupted her calmly. "That it could be because of the Killing Curse that was shot at him years ago. It's power must be what you've been sensing."

She frowned and mulled it over. "Oh, really...? Hmm... I guess that could be it..."

He smiled at her. "He's the first to ever survive the Killing Curse, so nobody really knows what to think. There's no need to tell Harry of any of this. I'm sure he's fine, he's been living a normal life regardless of it, hasn't he?"

He had a point. Harry was left with a scar from the Killing Curse, but that seemed to be it. He couldn't even sense the death radiating from it, so clearly the scar wasn't bothering him much aside from the occasional headaches...*

"If you're sure that it's okay then," Esmerelda shrugged. "I guess I'll go."

"Thank you for being concerned, Miss Esmerelda," he told her gratefully. "I'm sure Harry could use a friend like you."

She blinked and didn't really know what to say to that, so she just awkwardly smiled and said goodbye. After her meeting with him, she met up with Cedric at one of Hogwarts' many courtyards. Even better, he had fruit kebabs and a fruit smoothie ready for her.

She ended up taking the fruit smoothie. While her throat was getting better, she was still nervous about eating solids because the last time she did it made her throat hurt when she tried swallowing them down.

"Just because your dad is a criminal doesn't make you one," Cedric sighed in disappointment as he watched a few Ravenclaws students scurry away upon seeing her in the courtyard.

Esmerelda shrugged as she miserably sipped her smoothie, flinching only a little when she felt it's cold liquid run down her throat. She half-expected some cutting pain here and there, but that was just the paranoia getting to her. Her throat was getting better after all.

"People can be simple-minded," she said. "Wizarding Britain is a small community, I wouldn't be surprised if they've got a bad case of small town mentality."

Cedric gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"The wizarding population is really small and isolated from the rest of the world, so some people act like there isn't a relevant world outside of their own community. They're obsessed about the latest gossip and events only happening within their own fellow wizards." She shook her head in disappointment. "Right now people are spreading baseless rumors that I'm dangerous just because my dad is despite the fact that I've never met him before, and because people here are unable to think for themselves, they believe the rumors."

"Sounds like you've put a lot of thought about this," he commented.

She shook her head. "No... I've just been seeing this a lot since I've stepped foot in the wizarding world." She sighed. "I've been here for three years. The students here should know me better than to judge me based on who my dad is."

"I know," he agreed. "I mean, it's so obvious that you're nothing like him. First of all, you're in Hufflepuff. No Dark wizard has ever been sorted into our house. Secondly, I've never even seen you touch a quill once. You're always using Muggle objects, so obviously you don't share the same beliefs as most Purebloods."

"I wish people here could see that," she grumbled bitterly.

Her savior came in the form of Draco Malfoy, who stormed into the courtyard looking furious and appalled. In his hand was a crumpled up newspaper article about her. A few onlookers watched on curiously, and more students started to join in.

Esmerelda sighed. Another example of small town mentality. Treating the lives of others as if it was a soap opera they could enjoy.

"Is this true?!" Draco seethed, shoving the newspaper at her face. "You're my cousin?!"

"Hey why don't you just back off, Malfoy?" Cedric said tiredly.

"Sod off, Diggory," the shorter boy sneered.

Cedric cocked his head back. Kids these days, he couldn't help but think.

Draco turned back to an exhaustive Esmerelda and his face reddened with rage. "I won't accept this!" He declared, as if anyone even cared about what he wanted. "The Blacks were practically royalty! An esteemed house of Purebloods—the noblest and most ancient of their kind! You're a stain to their name, no matter who your father is! You're probably not even a Pureblood! If anything, you're a filthy little blood traitor! A mudblood-lover!"

Esmerelda blinked as he continued to rant on and on about how deplorable she was. Sometime around the start of his rant, she was going to stand up and defend herself until she realized that Draco was unintentionally helping the people around her see reason—see that she wasn't what they believed her to be. Cedric seemed to realize this too because now he was sitting back and refraining the urge to grin.

"—always walking around in Muggle clothes and using those stupid muggle contraptions, you might as well marry one if you love them so much!" Draco's face was growing redder and she was beginning to grow concerned about his breath intake. "And 'dangerous'?! Dangerous my arse, you're as dangerous as a butterfly stuck to a marshmallow!"

All around the courtyard, she could see the students murmuring to themselves and nodding as they listened to each word. She hoped they were saying something along the lines of 'he's right! It doesn't matter who her father is, because Esmerelda's nothing like him! We were wrong all along!'.

"—only ate that cake because I was having a bad day!" He finally finished, breathing heavily. "So there," he said triumphantly. "Don't even think of us as family or further dirtying my mother's maiden name."

Esmerelda discreetly listened in on everyone's whispers (though to her disappointment, it mostly came from Hufflepuffs, who knew her the most unlike the other houses):

"He's right, there's no way Esmerelda could be like her father."

"Esmerelda's too nice to be anything like that."

"What were we thinking? Malfoy's right for once, she'd never be a Death Eater!"

Now it was her turn to grin triumphantly. "Draco, you're the best cousin ever," she said, ignoring everything he had ranted about for the past five minutes.

"Did you not listen to a word I just said?!" He squawked indignantly.

She jumped up to her feet, causing him to warily step back. The wide grin on her face unsettled him greatly. "No matter how mean you are to me," she crooned. "I'll always love you, dear little cousin of mine. Now c'mere!"

And without wasting anytime to spare, she squeezed the boy in a bone-crushing hug to show her affection. Draco responded by screeching into the air.

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It was the end of the school year and by then, her voice was fully back. There was a nasty scar on her throat, but whatever. What made her relieved was that she no longer had that annoying hoarse and pitched voice anymore and Esmerelda couldn't be any more happier to go back to New York and help Sirius out. However, she still had one more thing to do after packing...

No one bothered her as she walked to Snape's classroom, where he was most likely still brooding. It wasn't that people were avoiding her. No, after Draco's tirade about how she was unsuited for the Black family name, some people were beginning to treat her like they always did. The kids from other houses though were still very distant, but she didn't care about them anyways.

Though their brief period of ostracism did help her find out who the real MVPs were and who weren't (Ernie was still working on earning her forgiveness).

The walk was lonely simply because everyone was still busy packing away their things. And it was a good thing too, because she didn't want anyone catching what was about to happen.

She strolled into Snape's potion room, ignoring the look of fury he gave her as she locked the door.

"Black," he said through gritted teeth as she approached his desk. "You better have a good reason—"

She cut him off, grabbing him by the left arm and yanking the sleeve of his robes down. Lo and behold, the Dark Mark tainted the pale skin of his forearm, the exact same place as her dad's.

Snape's eyes popped out, and he stared at her with a mix of erupting anger and fear. "You—"

She tightened her grip around his wrist to shut him up and yanked him down to face her glowing green eyes. "I've been tolerant of you, Professor, but you've crossed several lines with me. If you ever threaten the life of someone close to me ever again, then I'll show everyone your pretty little tattoo." Her glowing green eyes hardened and bored into his own, as if she could see his very soul. "You are going down a bad path, Severus Snape. I know where your soul will be going once you pass, and trust me, it won't be a pleasant eternity. You are a grown man now, Severus. Do not let childhood grudges control you, it's tainted your soul more than enough."

Slowly, she released him and stepped back, staring at him with pity and resentment. His face was full of shock... and anger.

"Blackmail is it?" He snipped. "How low of you, though it doesn't surprise me considering who your father is—"

"—This is not blackmail," she interrupted him, staring coldly. "This is me warning you. When someone dies, their soul ends up in the Underworld and they are judged. There are three places they could go, and one of them isn't a very pleasant eternity. Mortals call it Hell, we call it the Fields of Punishment." There was Tartarus too, but he wasn't important enough to end up there.

He scoffed, but his voice had a certain tremor to it. "Do you expect this to frighten me?"

"You may not be scared now, but you will be later," she whispered, shooting him a venomous smile. "Because if you don't learn how to be a decent human being soon, I will be first person you see after you kick the bucket and trust me, you won't like where I'll be dragging your damned soul."

He didn't say anything, but the simmering rage in his eyes had yet to die out.

She finally pulled away, the vicious glow in her eyes dying out. She gave him a friendly smile. "Have a good summer, Professor. I hope you don't die early."

Then she Mist traveled away before he could start yelling at her.

She didn't like Snape. She hated him in fact, and she honestly couldn't care less if he went to the Fields of Punishment, but she figured she should do the decent thing and warn him of the path he was heading too. She wouldn't want him to stay this way forever and continue on bullying innocent kids of course, and whatever other fucked up shit he was doing.

She knew enough about the sort of prisoners that were put in the Fields of Punishment. Snape definitely fit the bill and it wasn't just because of his choice to willingly join a group of genocidal maniacs.

So yeah. She didn't like him at all, but she might as well warn him of where he was heading. It was on him whether he wanted to change or not (if it wasn't too late for him already). For his sake, she hoped he would listen to her—though she admit she hadn't really warned him in the best way. It was honestly sounded more like a threat now that she thought about it, whoops.

If he doesn't change the act, then he better be ready for the consequences, she thought.

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The Stolls were waiting for her at the station as she boarded out. They greeted her with excited grins, and because their happiness was so infectious, she couldn't help but grin back.

"Everything ready?" She asked them.

"Yep," Travis chirped. "We even added a car as a bonus."

"Several cars actually," Connor added. "Since we didn't know what he would like."

"You guys are the best!" She exclaimed.

"I know," the taller brother smirked cockily.

"Anything for a fellow inmate escapee," Connor said, referring to that one crazy spring break they had. "So when're we gonna meet him?"

"It completely depends on where he is. I, um, haven't really contacted him yet. I wanted to make sure everything was ready first," she explained sheepishly.

"Contact him once we get to New York! We wanna meet this guy!" Travis ordered.

"Alright, alright," she chuckled. "Let's go then."

— author's note —

* Essie is only now getting close to the Golden Trio, so she doesn't know the importance of Harry's scar hurting and that it has to do with Voldemort. Also, Dumbledore's keeping it a secret from her that Harry's a horcrux cuz he's super secretive like that and it seems like something he'd do anyways

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So for now the only people who know the truth about Regulus being Eserelda's real dad are the trio, Esmerelda, Sirius, and soon, Remus. Everyone else thinks her dad is Sirius Black. Regulus doesn't want anyone to know the truth and he ESPECIALLY doesn't want people to know that he's trapped in the Fields of Punishment and Essie respects his wishes.

Also, about Snape and Essie... She hates the man. He bullies students, shows favoritism towards the Slytherins which enables them to behave badly, but what really pissed her off was his desire to get Sirius and Remus kissed by the Dementors because of a childhood grudge. She's also starting to piece together the fact that Snape used to like Harry's mum, which caused him to hate Harry because he was more proof that Lily picked James. Harry's an innocent child and it is NEVER okay for an adult to bully on a kid for any reason at all (and yeah, I know Snape was bullied by James and yes that's awful, but he shouldn't be doing the same thing as a GROWN MAN to the CHILDREN that he already has power/authority over)

Okay, sorry rant over, now back to the main point. Essie hates Snape, but she still warns him about where he could end up in the Underworld anyways because... well... she's hoping he'd change for the good so that she and everyone else won't have to be hurt by him anymore.

And yes, with how Snape is, he WILL be taken to the Fields of Punishment. He's done a lot of horrible things and the only times where he's done good, were for bad reasons, but the WORST thing he did was willingly becoming a Death Eater. If you want to learn more about Snape and how I feel about him, you should read 'for fuck's sake, harry!' by hellmiina it's in the chapter titled 'snape: was he a hero?'. It pretty much sums everything up (and it's also really detailed and perfect so ya)

Essie to Remus: Hey dude I know you just slashed my throat open and all, but I don't care! Here's a coin purse that gives you unlimited money! :D

Remus:

Draco: *wanting to shame Essie in front of all of Hogwarts, only to accidentally help her instead*

Draco:

(unfortunately, she's still gonna get shit from other ignorant ppl for being the 'mass murderer's daughter'. Draco helped most of the Hufflepuffs and some other kids ease up to her, but everyone else is still wary, plus there's the rest of the wizarding world)